His Nasty Virgin

I turn and face the windows, looking out at the lake as I place my hands against the glass, trying my best to not look down. We’re so high up that it makes me a little dizzy when my eyes glance down to the street way, way below.

“Very good. Now, bend over a little bit and arch your ass out for me.”

I do as he says, so turned on I can barely think. I know my short skirt isn’t doing shit to cover me, and with my ass sticking out, I’m guessing he’s seeing a whole lot of bare skin. I want him to see more, so I spread my legs even more and arch my ass, letting him see the string that’s nestled between my ass cheeks and giving him a shot of my lace-covered pussy.

“Very good, pet,” he murmurs.

I keep waiting for him to come up behind me, but he doesn’t. Instead, I hear him sit down in his chair and then the soft clicking sound of his keyboard fills the air.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” I ask, hating how pouty I sound. “Right now, I want you to do exactly what I told you to do.” “But why?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him.

He stops what he’s doing and levels his gaze on me. “Because it pleases me to see you obeying me, and I’m enjoying the view. Now, no more talking, pet, or I’ll have to gag you.”

I wait for signs that he’s joking, but he looks deadly serious, and when my hips squirm a bit, his lips quirked up in a grin before he puts his attention back on his computer. I stay where I’m at until it starts to grow exceedingly uncomfortable. I fidget a bit, wishing like hell I’d worn my comfy sneakers instead of the sexy heels.

When I’m certain I’m going to just fall into a heap and my back is screaming at me to stand up and stretch, he says, “Play with your pussy, pet, but don’t let yourself cum.”

A thrill rushes through me at his order. God, this feels all kinds of naughty. I can’t believe I’m about to fuck myself in front of my dad’s boss! I’m too horny to be embarrassed at this point, and I’m more aroused than I ever thought possible. I slide one hand under my skirt and into my lacy thong. As soon as I feel how wet I am, I let out a moan and slide a finger along my dripping wet slit.

“How wet are you, pet?”

“I’m dripping wet, Mr. Harding.” I slide a finger inside and slowly start to fuck myself. “My little pussy is sopping wet for you.”

“Very good, pet. Don’t cum without my permission.”

He goes back to typing as if nothing unusual at all is going on here, and I keep fucking myself and trying my damnedest to obey him. It’s so fucking hard, though. My clit is so swollen, and every touch sends a new rush of pleasure over me. I rock my hips, grinding against my hand, and soon I’m moaning and breathing so heavily that it takes a second for me to notice that he’s stopped typing. The room is silent except for my erotic moans and whimpers. I know I’m not supposed to cum, but, fuck, it just feels too damn good, and knowing he’s right behind me, watching me fuck myself, it’s too much. All it takes is one more rub and I’m smacking my free hand against the glass and moaning his name as I cum so hard I’m gasping and shaking as the orgasm runs through me.

When I’m finally spent, I lazily work my fingers, savoring the aftershocks and feeling better than I have in months. I’m so busy feeling good that I don’t notice the footsteps behind me until it’s too late. He roughly grabs my wrist, jerking it away from my pussy before spinning me around and pressing me up against the glass. He looks angry and so fucking sexy it makes my head spin. He tightens his grip on my wrist and slowly brings my wet fingers to his mouth. I let out a moan when he runs his tongue over my fingers, licking up my juices before sucking my fingers into his mouth. He keeps his eyes on me the entire time, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He groans at the taste of me, licking and sucking my arousal like a fucking starving man. All I can think about is how damn good that would feel on my pussy.

He slowly slides my fingers out of his mouth and gives me a wicked grin that has me wondering what exactly he has planned. He doesn’t make me wait for an answer.

“Someone’s been a naughty little girl,” he says, leaning closer so our lips are almost touching. “When I give you a command, pet, I expect it to be obeyed.”

“I’m sorry,” I quickly say, making him give a soft laugh.

“Yes, you will be,” he whispers against my lips, already reaching up to unbutton his suit jacket.

I watch as he takes it off and steps back to lay it carefully over the closest chair before turning back to me. His eyes run over me as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolls up the sleeves, exposing his tanned, muscled forearms.

“You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this.”

My eyes widen as he walks towards me. I have no idea what’s coming, but I’m so damn excited I can barely stand it.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.