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Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

Chris gave some approving nods regarding her accommodation and other factors, continuing to rape her with his eyes as she sat there, so close, her flesh calling out to him to be ravaged, to be defiled, used and fucked. He knew that getting through each day from now on was going to be a trial, a trial of willpower, patience and restraint as he fought to stay in control and keep from feasting on her when he should be attending to more important work related matters. Her stunning looks, the way she sat there, innocent looking, demure, but inside a cock hungry little whore who clearly had no qualms about debasing herself and worshipping his cock with er holes, if it would advance her career. Perfect.

As he noted things on his tablet, then handed it to her to use herself, he slid closer to her on the seat. His free hand rested in her knee, then eased her dress up so that more and more of her stained stocking clad thighs were exposed to his gaze, as she idly rattled off her wants and needs and requests. His warm palm explored those delicious curves, squeezed at her as his fingers trailed along her inner thigh, where the stains of sexual arousal still lingered to tease at his finger tips. "No anal?" he shook his head a little.

"Disappointing, but I will satisfy myself with disciplinary action for that withheld delight. If I can't fuck you in the ass, then I'll spank a few orgasms out of you instead." he replied with a casual nonchalance. "I'm sure that a sufficient excuse will arise to allow for such action." he gave a crooked grin, staring into her eyes as he spoke. "Sign it then." it was a formality of course, she had already confessed to having given herself over to his demands. His eyes were a little cruel in that moment, as though he had decided t hat fucking her tight young hole would never be enough, she needed to pay for those years of denial and he was going to satisfy himself with her screams and her juices one way or another.

Eventually they arrived at the office building, a towering tribute to fire trap construction which reached up towards the sky and sported his office on the penthouse floor, along with hers. He liked his P.A to be close. Leaving the limo he escorted her to the elevator and used his executive card to override it, sending them undisturbed towards the top floor. As the elevator ascended the hugely tall structure, moving from inside to an external position which provided a breathtaking view of the city beneath them as they slowly rose up the massive building, he turned to look her over. This floor is currently unoccupied this morning, comprising my office, a neighbouring suite, your office and associated suite, as well as a small open plan area for some high level secretarial staff under your orders. He tapped his finger against his lips. "Strip down to your heels and stockings. When we arrive I'l give you a count of a hundred to hide. Then I'll search for you for ten minutes. I find you and I'll spank an orgasm out of your hide before we continue... you stay hidden and you get to select how I fuck you as a reward."
 
-Lifting the tablet slightly, her eyes watched his hand a moment as it caressed over her thigh, watching as the plush flesh dented at the will of his thick fingers. She drew in a soft breath before turning her gaze to his face.-

“No.”

-she said with a soft firmness, even at the disappointed tone. Her gaze remaining steady on his for a long moment before she turned her attention back to the tablet to sign her name. Handing the tablet back over to him when she was done.

She stepped to the side when she exited the limo, clutch and keys in hand this time, her eyes casting up and over the building until she felt him beside her. Her heels clicking softly as she moved with him toward the elevator. Dropping her keys into her clutch as they waited for it. When the view of the city revealed itself, she stepped toward the glass, staring out at the lights below. When he spoke, she cast a side glance, her eyes caressing over his reflection in the elevators glass. The view and lights below blurred as he came into focus. A small smirk curled the corner of her lips. She was calculating the odds in her favor. It was a bit one sided. He’d be able to hear her heels and barring that, he’d be able to smell her, the smell of their sex still clinging to her stockings and flesh like a cloying, high end perfume. And chances were high that he knew every nook and cranny, whereas she did not yet. And she was fairly certain he knew all of this, had likely planned it that way. Sufficient indeed. She was mildly amused at the game of cat and mouse.

Turning toward him, she handed him her clutch before her fingers dipped beneath the shoulders of her dress, her eyes on him as she let the ‘v’ of the dress part further as it slid down her arms, revealing small, pert breasts and her tight belly, followed by her bare hips and mild bruises he’d put there, as it slid down her legs. She stepped out of the simple but taunting piece of material and held it toward him as well, letting it dangle from her finger as they waited for the elevator to stop.-
 
Chris feasted his eyes on Keira as she slid off her dress and exposed herself to him again. His cock had been hard since they had stepped out of the limo and now it was even harder. His look was not one of simple admiration, there was a primal and animalistic fury burning behind his eyes, one which she would recognise as wanton almost uncontrolled lust. The desire of a man to just get his hands on her and tear her apart like a piece of meat in the jaws of a ravenous beast. He was hungry for her flesh and it was clear in his movements, his expression, his tone and even the stance he took. He discarded her clutch and dress to the floor, they were irrelevant. Instead he moved towards her as the elevator continued its slow and steady ascent.

His rough powerful hands slid onto her, one curling up her back and nestling behind her neck, the other grasping a hip and forcing her back against the glass behind her. Pushing into her he forced her ass cheeks to squash against the transparent wall of the elevator, her shoulders pressed back as well as he leaned in to feast on her lips. Searing heat enveloped their mouths, followed by the wetness of tongue on tongue as he fucked her mouth with the same feverish lust that he had railed his cock deep into her yielding cunt. Pausing only long enough to draw breath he dominated her completely with his ferocious kisses and roaming hands, mashing her back against the glass until his thick cock could be felt pushing against her stomach through his pants and his gruff growls of raw unrestrained lust echoed about the elevator as the only sound which could be heard.

His lips coursed down her throat to trail across her collarbone, teeth grazed her skin, sucking flesh between teeth to leave her sporting marks which would undeniably mark her as belonging to the boss. His nails left scratches on her back, streaking across her ass and even teasing along her thighs as he tugged at a stocking top, his erection a thick steel hard rod which was screaming for her tight hole as he finally ended his assault and stood back, watching her as he straightened up and stood back to hold open the elevator door.

"Make no mistake, you cock teasing little slut. I will spank that ass of yours raw, until it shines like your lips. I will make you scream before I finally force you down and plough open your sopping cunt with my cock. I will leave your red ass shining and you will be feeling it, feeling the agony every time you sit down at a meeting this afternoon, every time you perch at your desk, every time you close your eyes all you will be thinking about is my hand tanning your flesh for your cruelty, your evil and your filthy teasing." he growled at her, a cocky grin on his face. "Maybe that's what yo want? Or perhaps you feel that you deserve the opportunity to fuck me the way you like. Either way I get to flood you out with hot cum in the end. Now move... one, two. three..." he began the count and would be after her as soon as it was done.

Would he find her? As he searched and searched and the time ticked away he began to wonder... finally as the remaining time approached zero, he found a location which felt promising... and investigated.
 
-she heard the heavy slap of her clutch hitting the elevator floor, watched her dress flutter to cover it and resisted the urge to take a step back. A sharp intake of breath as his hands grasped against her flesh. A shiver running up her spine as his hand slid to her neck. Her hand gripped lightly against the wrist of his hand that dug into her hip.

A sharp gasp, her small frame arching briefly away from the chill of the glass as it bit against her bare flesh until his body pressing against hers pushed her back fully against it. A fiery heat quickly dispelled the chill as his lips claimed hers. Hand lifting from his wrist, it curled easily around the side of his neck as she returned the kiss as heatedly as he gave it. Slender fingers teasing against the flesh and hair at the nape of his neck. Sliding further into his hair as his lips left a fiery trail along the slender column of her throat and collar bone. The pinch of flesh between his teeth, the scrape of nails against her tender, pliable skin drew soft sounds of lust and pleasure singing from her lips as his clothed cock dug against her squirming midsection.

Her skin was flushed, dark spots forming against the porcelain skin where neck and collar bone met. Her chest rose and fell heavily as his eyes grazed over her when he stepped back. Her eyes burned quietly into his as she listened, her tongue wetting her lips before she pushed away from the glass and slid past him and out of the elevator upon his command.

Her heels clicking down the hall as she moved, her mind asking the same questions he did. Was that what she wanted? To be spanked and then fucked senseless or vice versa? Either way, he’d made it clear that both were going to happen, in one order or the other. Once she was out of sight of the elevator, she paused and slipped her shoes from her feet, letting them dangle on her fingers as she started moving again.

She moved through the open floor area, passed her office and associating suite and ducked into his office. Her eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room, once more considering his question as her eyes sought a place to hide.

Her attention turned to the door, hearing his shoes clapping slowly against the floor, there was plenty of space to search before he’d get to his office, unless of course he tried there first. She listened a moment longer, hearing him going through the open floor first.

Finally, she made the simple decision. Settling her bare ass into his office chair, she bent to slip her shoes back on before she reclined back into the leather. A leg draped lazily over the arm as she turned it so the back faced the door. And waited. Listening as he searched over each room, listening as the time ticked by and he grew ever closer. She idly wondered if he’d find her or not, even in the simplest of spots she’d chosen to ‘hide’.-
 
Chris strode out of the elevator, tossing Keira's things onto a nearby desk. She wouldn't be needing them for awhile anyway. The sound of her heels had faded then stopped far too suddenly, which simply meant further punishment would be visited upon her when he found her. It was punishment which was long overdue as well. It was hard to think that this Keira, running about like prey trying to escape his predatory lust, was the same one who had eluded him years ago. She responded the same way he expected all women to respond to power, money and raw confidence.. by soaking herself between her legs, then opening them as wide as she could. Now she was scampering through his domain, with nothing but her cum and fuck juice stained stockings and a par of heels. The thought of it made him hard and he knew that no simple spanking would be enough, he would have to christen his office with more than the simple screams and whimpers from her arousal wracked flesh.

Ignoring the open office areas assigned to waiting clients or for breaks, he made for the executive zone. With time running slowly down he checked her office area, plus that of those who would be working under her. Nothing. Eventually he was left with only one conclusion, that she had made her way to his office. It was all black leather and chrome trim, with a long area of twin walls covered in pictures of models and performers who had served the company well. At the end a semi circular desk dominated the corner, with wide comfortable leather chairs on either side of a black desk covered phones and laptops, as well as a few folders and physical document trays.

There she was, he could make out a stocking clad leg protruding brazenly over one side. "There you are. So... you want to be caught and you want to be punished. If only the opportunity to come and find you have afforded itself to me sooner. I feel we've lost a lot of time Keira. You've discovered what sinful and wretched debauchery makes you soak yourself with anticipation.. and I've discovered that the nasty little slut who used to cock tease the boys yet remain such an innocent little cheerleader at the same time, is really a full blown whore who can't wait to fuck her way into heaven." he gave a confident smirk as he reached the chair and span it around. He feasted his eye son her for a moment, raking his hot gaze up and down that tight little body with the merest suggestion of tits, before he reached down to ease a hand behind her head and wrap it about her hair, turning it into more of a ponytail at her back. He wrestled her onto her feet and pushed the chair aside, then turned her to face the desk.

Pushing her down, he bent her in half and with a sweeping motion used her upper body to clear the desk of any items. Laptops, phones and folders were sent crashing to the floor on the left side as he dragged her back and aligned her in the middle. Lifting her slightly his voice resonated in her ears. "Spread your legs apart. Put your hands on the table." he commanded, it was shiny enough she would be above to see her own reflection if she looked down. "Give me a few of those cheers you used to do. Six of them, while I spank your disobedient little ass." he told her with some amusement. He pushed her so her mound ground into the edge of the table, kicked at her ankles a last time, then delivered a resounding SMACK to her left ass cheek. He allowed it to quiver to a stillness, his pa;m print red on her flesh, before SMACK, the right received the same. Alternating from buttock to buttock, a slow methodical pattern of blows, each forcing her to slide a little onto the table and feel the hard surface push into her clit and the cool 'stone like' texture rub against her mound.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Every so often pausing to smooth is hand over her reddened flesh. His cock hard in his pants as he watched her. "You can do it, yes you can, if you can't do it, no one can." he told her in a slightly mocking tone of cheer speech. Easing his fingers all the way around to stroke at her cunt every so often, before returning to her ass. This was no simple beating, but a carefully calculated assault on her cunt to make her moan just the way he wanted...
 
-her leg bounced softly, the cool air of the office caressing her naked flesh in a lovers touch. The nail of her thumb rested thoughtfully against her teeth as her eyes slid over the semi dark office.

Sure, the offer had been out on the table. More money. Power. All the little perks she was certainly getting out of this. It was perhaps a little more involved than that though, for her at any rate. She knew Chris, well technically she had known him. He was different now, though she couldn’t say she was complaining. The truth of the matter was, if it had been anyone else to proposition her as such, she very likely would have said no. There was a pre-existing level of trust, for lack of a better word, she supposed.

Lost in her thoughts on the evening from beginning to now, she’d tuned out and didn’t hear him until he spoke.-

“Shit....”

-she murmured, the bounce of her leg stopped. Her tongue darted between her lips, wetting them.-

“You win either way, yeah?”

-she said quietly, the words drifting around the chair toward him before he spun the chair to face him. Her breath lifting her small breasts slowly as his gaze burned against her cool flesh. Dark eyes looking up at him quietly, watching as he leaned forward, swallowing heavily as she felt his fingers curling into her hair. When he pulled her from the chair, she gasped, hands grasping softly at his chest before he jerked her around to face the desk.-

“OH!”

-the surprised, pained cry echoed through the office even as objects crashed to the floor, her hands flung out in front of her. The soft squeak of skin against the polished desk as her small breasts swept against it, her nipples twisted and tweaked, drew a gasp as he dragged her back to the middle of the desk.

Her hands slapped softly against the desk top, swallowing again as he pulled her up. Her feet instantly shifting to spread her legs. Her eyes caught her reflection beneath her, lips open as she drew in a ragged breath. Watched her breasts bounce slightly as he pushed her against the edge of the desk. She grit her teeth as bone ground against the hard edge, a sharp hiss between her teeth as she shifted again when he kicked her to widen her legs and all at once they snapped open as a soft cry of pained pleasure escaped when she felt the resounding slap of his hand against her ass.-

“Split the v,

-her voice tight, cracking even as she started the cheer.-

”dot the I,”

-her left cheek still burned as she felt the fiery sting of his hand bounce heavily against her right cheek. A deep groan accompanying her words, halting as they were.-

”curve the c t o r y.”

-her body jerking softly forward at each smack, causing each word to escape in a halting groan until she was finished and moved on to the next. Each cheer progressively more difficult to even think about as the combination of sensations swept through her. From his stroking fingers to his fiery palm and the cold, hard pressure of the desk against the heated flesh of her mound, a hot and heavy moan indeed left her lips, whatever cheer she was in the middle of completely forgotten.-
 
Chris’ hand remained fastened in Keira’s hair, wrapped about her strands, her hair bound to his fist as he used it to subjugate her and force her down against the desk. Each SMACK delivered by his other hand ground her cunt against the desk and mashed her nipples into its surface. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK... and then a pause, rubbing his hand over her reddened ass, feeling the red raised skin with his finger tips as she faltered and stopped spilling cheers from between her lips. There was no mercy to be found here though, no sign that he would stop until she had completed the task assigned to her. His digits tracing along the near welt of a palm print, before switching to her other buttock, slapping an echoing and resounding SMACK into her sensitive and pale flesh. He watched her firm and taut ass absorb part of the blow, while the rest sent shivering vibrations through her fragile body and petite frame. All the while his cock raged in his pants, hard as steel as he feasted his eyes on the righteous sight of her accepting and yielding to his punishment of her insolent and disobedient body.

"Slowing down already you little bitch? Can't give your boss what he wants? Then he's going to have to take it. All those games where you flashed your cunt and shook your ass, while rattling off some cock teasing rhyme to get men jerking in their shorts to your hot flesh, instead of watching the team lose another few points." Chris hissed as he continued to SMACK her sweet quivering ass. "Come on you fuck hungry little slut, start grinding that cunt of yours against the desk. I want to polish it with the filth that pours out of your wicked cunt, and see the smears that your sweaty nipples leave on the top." he smirked with a sheen of arrogance and confidence smashed together in an unholy mixture. He stopped, moving his spanking hand to lather his fingers on the liquid sin drenching her gash, two then three fingers oiled with her fuck juice, just long enough to give them a shine, before he withdrew them from her hot boiling cunny.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. the spanking resumed, except that this time his fingers left wet glowing prints on her ass, from the impact and from the juices covering his hand from her leaking weeping quim. Her own sordid secretions adding to the impacts of his hand as he slapped away at her ass, firing up her adrenalin. He sent burning spears of energy into her core, as he made her ass come alive with the way he disciplined her. "This is for ignoring me for so long." SMACK. "This is for being a cock teasing little whore to so many, when your flesh should have simply belonged to me." SMACK. "This is for failing to hold up your dress." SMACK. "This is for removing your heels without permission." SMACK! he delivered strike after strike, pausing between each string of words to smooth over her ass with his fingers. He spat on her red raised cheeks once, then smeared a shine onto her and down into the groove of her cunt, before continuing. "And this is for holding back your ass." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. he delivered a continuing alternating assault, watching each impact drive her mound across the desk a little, her feet forced off the floor as he spanked her harder, sending unadulterated waves of vibration through her fragile body.

"I'm going to smack that taut tight little ass and finger that tight tiny little cunt, until you stain my desk good with your filthy fuck juice. Every time I call you in here, you're going to remember this s where you were fucked first in this office building. This is where you gave up your company site virginity. To me." he growled, "Now come on Keira, one last cheer for your biggest fan... and don't forget to add a cheerleader costume to a list of must get purchases for the future." he told her, lifting one of her legs onto the table, stretching her apart as he slapped her ass, releasing her hair to move the fingers of his now free hand to begin a dedicated assault on her cunt.
 
-the muscles of her thighs tightened with each smack, aching and quivering in a mix of anticipation and trepidation of the impending burn to be added against her tender flesh. She could feel the tightening of her flesh even before she felt his fingers tracing against the raised skin. The warmth of his hand adding to the slow, painful but sensual burn.

Her teeth clenched against the assault on her cheeks, the rest of the cheer finally growled from her lips before she could draw in a shudder of breath and begin the final one. Halting and breathy as the ones before had been, more so when she felt his fingers tease against her moist slit, delving between the folds, pinching the swollen and tender button of her clit between the tips of his fingers and the edge of the desk. A loud moan interrupted the spill of words from her lips as the sensation rocketed through her.

Standing on her toes, her left foot left the ground completely as a shudder of pleasure slithered from her toes to her hips. Each consecutive smack drew another moan from her lips as her body jerked forward with the force and some buried need to pull away from the sharp pain as well, ultimately grinding her mound in a slow steady sweep against the hard edge of the desk.

Her hand slipped against the desk, pressing her breasts tighter against the shiny top of it, a soft squeak of skin as she jolted forward with another unyielding slap against her ass. She gasped loudly. The final words of the last cheer escaping in a heavy, drawn moan as she tried to right the grip her palm had on the desk, even as he forced her leg up against the desktop, the cool surface nipping at the bare skin between tears in her stocking and her thigh. A sharp contrast to the heat of his hand as it slid between her thighs.-

“Yes Sir....”

-she panted at his demand to add a cheering uniform to his list of clothes she was to wear.-
 
When Keira's left foot left the ground Chris moved his hand to her thigh, easing it behind her knee he lifted up her leg so that her knee rested on the desk, spreading her holes wide as he shoved her down harder. Now each slap against her taut firm, tense ass sent shudders through her body as her flesh was forced against the table. The sound thrashing of smacking hand against buttock echoed in the office as his palm reddened her ass and his free hand worked at fucking his fingers into her sopping slot, his grasp on her hair released. Only the sound of his hand slapping against her red flesh, and his digits playing back and forth in her soaking drenched cunny, filled the room for a good few minutes as she groaned out the last of her cheers.

He gave a satisfied, but cruel grin, leaning over her as she let the final words spill out of her lips, lips which were too privileged to speak to him years ago, but which now only existed to serve his depraved need for her young tight body. He sucked on her ear lobe, traced it with a tongue as the weight of his body against hers pushed her tits down to mash against the desk and shoved her clit up against the edge of the desk as he ground into her.

There had only been one simple word to begin with, as he bit her ear lobe gently, then released it. His tongue licked against her cheek, the fat outline of his cock in his pants jammed into the crease of her ass as he smoothed his heated palm across her well punished skin. "Again." he told her. "I want you cheering me on, encouraging me, until you fucking come all over my desk like you have be told to. Every meeting, every visit, every time you are called in here to take notes, fetch items, collect papers, politely smile at clients and deal with contracts.. you will know what happened here, you will remember how you were reduced to a whimpering mewling little slut, right here on this desk. You will recall how you moaned like a whore in heat and how your orgasm was rewarded with hard cock, jam,ed balls deep in your sucking, wet, inviting little cunt." he hissed. He pulled his fingers from her slot and allowed the sound of his zipper, metal tearing against metal, to fill the room alongside the sound of his paced, deliberate spanks against her ass.

"Come along Keira. Fucking come." he stood back, easing off her, standing to her side, his massive cock waving about in front of him as he SMACKED her ass, cheek to cheek, slapping his fingers across both with some of the now increasingly random and haphazard strikes. His cock head dripped with pre cum as he watched her. He took hold of one of her hands, placing it as far around his thick girth as he could as he continued to punish her ass. "You better be coming before I do or you won't be sitting down for a week." he gasped out, fingering her continuously in between his smacks.
 
-her eyes closed for a second as she felt his breath sweep against her ear and cheek before his lips captured the tender curve of her ear. A heavy shudder coursed through her even as she felt the pinch of her breasts against the desk as his weight bared down against her. Her fingers curled around the opposite edge of the desk as a heavy groan ripped from her throat as he pushed her hips harder against the desk beneath her, the swollen nub of her clit grinding almost painfully against the desk beneath her. The sound grating through grit teeth as the pleasure and pain mixed through her small frame. A volatile mixture. A soft grunt escaped when that single word fell against her ear. Again. Again? She’d struggled the first time but she would do as commanded, stroke his ego and cheer him on because no matter if she wanted to deny it or not, she ultimately enjoyed the pleasure she derived from doing so, no matter how much she battled her inner feelings.

She gasped lightly when she felt him step back, lifting slightly, resting against her elbow as she felt his hand curl around the other wrist, her arm twisting as he pulled it back. Petite fingers brushing against his cock before curling around most of it, nails scraping softly against the hardened flesh. The words were already spilling from her lips, panting breathlessly as her body jerked against the continued smacks to her ass. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

Even as she spit the cheer from her throat, her hand stroked up his length, fingers sweeping and teasing against the weeping head before sliding back down several times, haltingly as he continued his assault on her small frame. She’d already been well on her way to a climax before he’d paused, before he’d demanded she come for him.

She cried out a second cheer, her stomach tightening softly with each word that echoed through the room, the muscles of her left thigh tightening, her foot drawing to clench against the back of his thigh where he stood, the heel of her shoe biting slightly into his slacks and skin beneath. The walls around his fingers tightened sharply as the words left her lips more urgently, each on the heels of a heavy, heady moan. She shifted off of her elbow again, fingers reaching for the edge of the desk again as she felt the orgasm rising to a crushing height until the words died from her lips in a long, low cry as he’d feel the hot, moist rush against his already wet fingers. Her own hand tightened and stilled against his cock as she came, the climax peeking and leaving her struggling for air as her body shook softly against the desk.-
 
Chris continued to both christen his office with Keira's moans and christen his own foul and twisted deviancy, but fucking his old crush with continuing violence and lust. Overwhelmed with depravity and need, his cock drilled into her and pounded away in her sopping slot without pause or mercy. His own haphazard strokes blended with both his own gasps and groans and whatever spilled form between Keira's lips as he buried his cock in her tight young snatch over and over again, pumping and piercing deep into her juiced up fuck hole as he dominated her completely, punishing her drenched cunny for the years of cock teasing she had bestowed upon mankind. He hissed as she grasped at his cock, allowing her to stroke it with her hand as he gave her some respite, then it was forced back into her, their slick cocktail of sinful juices left to stain her palm and fingers as he shifted his hips and returned to giving her the fucking he had been longing for far too long. tip to balls with each thrust, burrowing his shaft into her viciously tight cunt as he took control and hammered her into his office desk. Her fingers forced off his cock as he jammed it into her right up to the hilt.

Listening to her straggled excuse for a cheer, dominated and warped by her own arousal seeping into her words, Chris instead simply grinned as he continued fucking her with the same lust fuelled energy and drive of a man denied cunt for years. He doubted a recently released felon could fuck with such enthusiasm and gusto, his cock stretching her each moment as it feasted ion the raw heat and dripping secretions which poured forth from her frothing and foaming quim as he laid waste to her sacred hole. "That's good, but that’s enough Keira. Now you just need to shut up and fucking take it." he growled, feeling her tight gash squeeze at his cock, sending her towards an orgasm without a doubt. Her heel dug at him, her body beginning to tighten, he could feel it. Grasping her elevated thigh with one hand he sent himself into a piston driving sequence of thrusts, bludgeoning is long hard cock into her with a renewed and wild fervour. his other hand eased around to cover her mouth, effectively gagging her at the moment of her orgasm, cutting off her moans and forcing them to filter through his finger gag as he rammed into her again and again.

He fucked her through her silenced climax with a warped feeling of power and glee, as he grunted and gasped and moaned behind her, feeling his cock have to force itself those few extra inches now. His erection driven to slam hard and fast into her body, as her tightening cunt and his own swollen manhood battled to stretch her drenched soaking quim further as it went into a climatic spasm. With a grin, of satisfied arrogance and cocky confidence, he drew his massive rod out of her dripping slot, fluids and foaming girl cum dripped from his cock and her cunt folds, as he slapped his cock against her ass a few times, smearing it with the filth and foul mess of their carnal fornication. "You already felt my hot cum wash out your tiny little cunt, this time I want you to have my taste in your mouth." he told her, releasing her mouth and standing back a little to admire her well fucked and naked body, sprawled across his desk like a plaything, like a fuck toy, like the teasing little slut he knew her to be. Now laid bare and bent to his wishes and whims, this was only going to be the beginning for her. He was nowhere near done with the little whore who had plagued his dreams for so long. He blamed himself for not tracking her down sooner, but he knew he was going to make up for that error.

"Get on your knees and suck me off, suck my cock into that throat of yours and fucking take my hot cum into your guts you fuck hungry little bitch. Suck off your boss and swallow every fucking drop of his cum, show me what a good little assistant you are going to be." he grunted demandingly, impatiently even as he waited behind her. He was so close to coming he could barely think, barely talk, if she took too long his balls would spray his strings of hot cum all over her ass, her face, her hair, as he grit his teeth and fought to stay in control a few moments longer. The second he felt her lips on his cock he knew he was going to blast out his seed in a violent thrashing gout of boiling sperm.
 
-was she much different? He’d once been a friend, she’d once adored him as such, nerdy as he’d been. Now he was a bit of a stranger, the adoration and nerdiness had waned and turned into an attraction upon reconnection. She’d agreed to this job. She’d agreed to take it, almost any depravity he saw fit. Was she really any less depraved? He had his reasons for all of this, as did she, though wildly different reasons, reasons none-the-less, they were both getting something out of it. She suspected he enjoyed every second of this and felt no shame and that was where the difference was. She enjoyed some but at the same time, felt some measure of shame. A shame to have lowered herself to this, to being little more than his toy. A shame to be enjoying some of it. A shame to know that she would enjoy the rewards of her own moral corruption.

Her hand slapped against the desk, leaving a streaked palm print of juices as she fought fruitlessly to grip at the surface of the desk as he slammed against her tiny frame from behind. A single loud moan ended the disjointed and strangled cheer, followed by another before it was silenced, muffled behind the thick of his palm and fingers, her head pulled back slightly but the increasing moans of her onrushing orgasm were no less muffled behind his grasp.

Even as he pulled from her, her muscles clutched against him in an erratic, uncontrolled cadence. Her fingers clawed at the desk beneath them, shoulders and tiny breasts rising and falling as heavy breaths panted from her chest, the heat of her breath and a quiet moan washing over his palm before his hand slid from her mouth.

His words, dripping with barely contained patience seeped into her ears as they growled from his lips. Demanding she move immediately if not sooner but she couldn’t help the seconds pause as she swallowed heavily. She already knew the damage he could do to her small self, she could feel it burning in her hips, her battered pelvis and aching stomach. With shaking arms she pushed herself up and slid away from the desk, a trail of her own juices smeared against her belly as it scraped the edge of the desk and she lowered herself toward the floor as she turned to face him. Her eyes turned up toward him as her fingers curled around his cock, only dropping as she leaned forward, tongue pressing against the swollen head and sliding against it as her lips closed around him, tightening as her mouth and hand stroked against him.-
 
Keira's tongue and lips against the fat swollen head of his cock was the end for Chris. With a roar of lust driven satisfaction he cut loose into her mouth moments after the glistening cunt stained head vanished into her maw. His slit split and a torrent of hot thick cum washed out her mouth and spat from the corners of her imperfect seal about his manhood. His hands went to her head, clutching and clinging to at her hair, binding it around his fingers as he grunted and pulled her onto his raging erection. The still spurting head was forced up against the back of her throat and continued to spit boiling cum into her as he directed it to unload into her gullet, blasting strings of white sperm down her throat and into her stomach as he choked her on cock, gasping and groaning with ecstasy as he fouled her mouth and stained her insides with the heady cocktail of sin which was pouring forth from his member and into her willing and yielding young body.

He didn't even warn her, hadn't even considered it, as he held her tight in place and drove his cock into her mouth until his balls mashed against her chin, his jerking and bucking frame jammed his cock into her and he held it there, savouring the raw heat and wet feel of her tongue as he washed her out with his burning seed, his thick creamy spunk despoiling her flesh as he indulged in his thoughtless defilement of her eager flesh. It was as though the weight of the world were being lifted from his shoulders, as he looked down into the eyes of the ex cheerleader. The filthy little cock teasing whore, who had forced a hundred schoolboys to ejaculate against bathroom walls or into their pants, now knelt before him with her hungry lips wrapped about his cock as he disgorged his cum into her without pause or mercy, letting her take the load as he emptied both balls and soul into her furnace of a throat and felt his vision blur from the sheer unadulterated bliss of his orgasm, as it rolled though his entire body in a wave of unstoppable pleasure.

With a superhuman feat of will he drew back, pulling his cock out of her mouth and taking hold of it. He directed the final gouts and splashes of his fuck induced climax to spit across her chin, splash down her tits and stain her thighs. It pooled on the carpet beneath them, as he roared out his appreciation of the orgasm her lips and cunt had wrung from his flesh. "So, Keira, how do you like being the company cheerleader? Your new job as my assistant is going to provide you with a world of opportunities ahead of anything you've been doing in the past... as long as you understand that it's not your skills, your talent, your business acumen or your worldly negotiating ability which have secured it for you." he told her." It's your juicy mouth, your tight cunt and your slim toned body that have assured your success in this field and don't you forget it." he gasped through gritted teeth as he squeezed out the last of his cum to dangle like a floundering string before the white stretched out globule disintegrated against her tiny flat chest with a twitch of his throbbing spent cock.

Fade out...

...Fade in....
 
Wednesday — 6 a.m.

-the sun was barely a glowing orb in the sky when she woke. A soft sigh and stretch before she rolled from the warm, plush, white comfort of her bed. The last few days had been a flurry of activity. Actually the entire weekend had been with getting moved into her new place and the first half of the week hadn’t let up with work, training and Chris’ demands outside of that.

She padded through the penthouse level apartment, naked as could be, making her way across the room to the bathroom. The orange glow cresting in the sky kissing her bare skin as it streamed through the large, barely shaded windows, the cool air licking at any healing marks left on her flesh.

She turned on the sound system, letting music drift softly through the apartment as she stepped into the shower. The water falling almost soundlessly over her, the initial coolness of it waking her up before she could enjoy its growing warmth and enjoy it she did. She’d woken before her alarm, so she had a few minutes to spare and lingering in the large shower wasn’t something she would scoff at. Compared to her tiny shower before, she was as loathe to leave it as she had been to leave her bed honestly. She couldn’t complain, she’d made a deal with the devil and he’d come through and then some, even if he didn’t know it. She simply swallowed the shame she felt or tried to, simply hiding it when she couldn’t.

Reluctantly she pulled herself from the now nearly scalding water, dried off and made her way back into the bedroom. Turning off the alarm as she passed. She also sent him a text message before tossing the phone onto the bed.-

”Coffee?”

-a simple question. They had a busy day ahead and she was going for her own after she dressed. Pulling a white wrap dress from her closet, she settled it about her small frame, followed by a wide belt to secure it. She shimmied into a white, lace pair of panties, smoothing the skirt back over her thighs before slipping into her heels. The deep v of the top left little imagination that she was bare otherwise beneath it. Hair dried and straightened, makeup done, she grabbed the phone and her purse. After shopping yesterday, she’d left a bag with a change of clothes in the car, having learned rather quickly it was essential, never knowing with him and his propensity for ripping off articles of her clothes, when it might be needed.

She opted to walk to the coffee shop, rather than calling for the car. It was just around the corner and she had more than enough time before she needed to be up in the office.

Stepping into his office, she delivered the coffee if he’d requested it but she also needed to retrieve a full list of everything he’d need for his meeting later. Once she had it, she disappeared into her own office to take care of what was needed and making sure her own staff would be kept busy on tasks while the two of them were gone out of state.

About 8:25, she reappeared in his office doorway.-

“Flight leaves in an hour. It’s at least a thirty minute ride to the airport. The car is here and waiting, we should get going.”

-she reported. She’d made all the necessary arrangements on Monday, calculating it all to the last minute. They’d have enough time for boarding and take off. Neither would take too long once they were there, the perks of a private jet meant no waiting, no baggage checks, little hassle.-
 
Coffee? It had seemed a simple request, likely her offering to bring him some, but the text had interrupted an early morning call he had been making abroad. Even her lone word had him focused on her flesh all of a sudden and thinking about her tight body and small willing frame. His train of thought lost he paused the call with an excuse, leaving the client to stew for a while as he sent Keira a reply. Everything he had ever wanted, wrapped up in a package which left him hard every waking moment. Getting what he wanted seemed to be half reward for his efforts in life and half punishment. "Coffee?" he mused to himself with a twisted depraved grin. It was simple enough to order his P.A and assistant to get such a thing, but far more entertaining to turn the situation into something debauched and sinful. Something which would satisfy his needs. He let his imagination go to work for a while, then returned to his phone call.

Soon enough she was in his office, placing the coffee he'd ordered on his desk while he forced himself to give her no more attention than necessary. He wanted to pace himself as there was going to be a lot to do today on their way to the out of state meeting. Fortunately he had planned ahead a little, so when she returned later to let him know it was about time to leave, he was ready for her. "Thank you Miss Knight. Before we leave though, there are a couple of things to go over." he told her, without looking up from the laptop he was pouring over for a few moments. When he did so he gave a smirk, taking a moment to admire her outfit, before bringing his gaze to rest on her face. "Firstly you forgot to give me some cream with my coffee. Go back to your office and cream yourself. Stroke that tight delicious little cunt of yours, until it is foaming and frothing with pleasure, then send me a few selfies of it,with your fingers buried in your hot snatch, perhaps sucking them clean afterwards. Just get it dripping though, don't froth out an orgasm, you need to save yourself." he smirked wickedly.

"Secondly you will be performing a stewardess function on the flight. You haven't yet earned yourself the privilege of being serviced by a stewardess, so you'll be the one providing what's needed and serving me on the journey. As such you will need to look the part. Seeing as how you don't appear to have thought ahead that far, I've appropriated a uniform for you to wear on the flight." he explained, waving a hand towards the door which led to the suite attached to his office. "I've left it next door for you to try on." he informed her. A wicked gleam in his eyes as he did so. His gaze dropped to linger on the tantalising and cock teasing V of her dress, which exposed so much yet showed so little. Her small and delicate breasts were barely concealed by what was left of her dress, and the thought of sucking on her hard bullet like nipples (as he manhandled her tiny tits) was already causing his cock to swell uncontrollably in his pants. It caused him to squirm a little behind his desk like some schoolboy virgin, when he was anything but. She drove him wild and there was little he could do to conceal it. There was no mercy in his eyes or his words, there never was, just a simmering barely controlled lust which was always threatening to burst forth.

He stood up and ushered her through the door, leaving her to change in peace as he collected a few things from his desk. In the room, laid out across his bed, was a stewardess uniform. A dark blue double breasted affair, with two rows of gold buttons, a matching triple set of braids on the cuffs and a triangular style hat to slip onto her head. The accompanying five inch heels were black and closed toe, while there was an underwear set next to them. Black lace and flesh coloured stockings with suspenders. A gold scarf was also present, as well as four boxes. three gold and one black. A note on top of them simply read 'Choose one of the gold boxes. Under no circumstances should you open the black box, unless you wish to suffer… greatly.' The boxes were open, their contents plain to see. One held a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a thin chain. One held a pair of gold handcuffs. One held a snug looking butterfly vibrator and straps, along with a discrete remote control. The black box was there simply as temptation, he did not want or expect her to choose it.

He did not wait for her, instead heading out and up to the rooftop helipad. A limo drive to the airfield could be interesting, but he'd had fun with her before in a limo, he had to christen everything, methodically and systematically. Affording her enough time to get changed, he sent her his own summons to the roof, climbing into the Jet ranger helicopter and slipping a headphones and mike set onto his head, which would allow them to communicate during the noisy flight they were going to be undertaking.
 
-a brow perked softly and she thought to tell him that the lack of cream hadn’t been her fault. She’d ordered it. The barista had clearly not done his job, though he had been trying to flirt with her. She had ignored him, her mind elsewhere and so he’d been forced to be distracted by the low dip of her dress instead and had clearly not gotten the order completely correct. She’d thought to tell him but didn’t, she knew it wouldn’t have mattered by the smirk that met her when he drew his attention to her.

Her gaze remained steady on him. The faintest of smirks sitting on her own lips even as he admonished her for not thinking so far ahead. He hadn’t requested one way or the other for a stewardess in flight when she’d made the arrangements and she suspected it was by design.

She was turning to go back to her office, when he ushered her into his ensuite instead. Her eyes shifting from him to the uniform laid out on the bed across the room, briefly before turning to watch as he began collecting what he needed from his desk. The soft click of the door as it shut followed him out of the office.

She didn’t fail to do as he’d asked first, however she didn’t go to her office to do so, since he’d ushered her into the suite instead. Instead, she stripped, leaving her dress, belt and panties draped over the foot of the bed. She propped her phone and herself onto the bathroom counter, leaning back against the wall. He’d receive the pictures he wanted and a video, though none were above her chest.

Once she’d cleaned herself back up, she made her way back into the bedroom. Setting her phone on the bedside table, she started with the black lace bra and panties, then the stockings, clipping the suspenders into place. She slipped into the uniform itself and as she buttoned it into place, she heard the phone vibrating against the table. Once she sat onto the edge of the bed to slip her shoes on, she checked the message. A brow lifting softly but she nodded and made a call down to the limo driver, asking him to bring her overnight bag up to her.

She slipped into the shoes and drew the scarf around her neck, tying it into place, she tucked the golden ends to lay between her cleavage. She’d read the note accompanying the boxes as she’d undressed earlier and without a second thought, she scooped the contents she’d decided on from the box and headed toward the door. For now, she was on her p’s and q’s and she hadn’t bothered with the black box.

She only had to wait a few minutes longer for her overnight bag to be delivered. The driver eyeing her quietly but she could almost see the thoughts rolling through his head.-

“Change of plans. You’re not needed at the moment. You can go, thank you.”

-she said simply, watching a slight disappointment flicker across his features before he nodded and left. She turned in the opposite direction and headed toward the roof. Bag and hat held in her hand as she traversed the rooftop to the waiting helicopter, she climbed into the seat beside him. She set the hat in her own lap and casually dropped the handcuffs onto his thigh before she strapped herself in and pulled the headphones onto her head.-
 
Settling into the seat Chris waited until they were airborne before speaking, his voice coming in clear over the headset. "The video was a nice touch, was that you using your initiative? Like when you decided to shoot only from your perfect, tiny little tits, downwards. How do I know what your facial expressions might have been? I like to see the look on your face when you're behaving like some cheap whore on my behalf... in your role of personal assistant of course." he commented with a twisted grin, looking her over with his usual animalistic gaze. His eyes roamed about her like she was a piece of meat, drinking in the sight of her legs and thighs, exposed by the obscene shortness of her skirt to reveal an expanse of thigh. He could even focus on the sight of her panties, tight against her flesh beneath the lines of the suspenders. He, of course, was simply dressed in a routine and acceptable dark business suit, while she was dressed as a visual feats for any man with a cock. You also appear to have put on your suspenders over your panties, a common mistake, one which encourages me to tear them off to get at you properly, naturally. I suppose you must have gotten to like that feeling." he continued. They were on a channel separate to that of the pilot right now, as he addressed her with a casualness which did not match the crude dialogue spilling from his lips.

"I see you selected the cuffs. is that because you wanted me to be wearing them, so I couldn't get my hands on you? Thus allowing you to have an uninterrupted flight? Or perhaps its because you wished to have your mouth free to service me with?" he asked her as he picked them up with a twisted smirk on his face. Turning towards her he pushed her forwards, bending her over to shove her face down towards her knees. He then moved to force her wrists behind her where he cuffed them together, before lifting her back into an upright position, her arms bent behind her, her hands forced into the small of her back. With her in a position he found satisfactory he waited a few minutes, simply taking in the sight of the city rolling past beneath them. The journey was only going to be about twenty minutes to the airfield in total, so he did not have too much time to waste. Turning back to her in vocal silence, though the hum of the rotors and the vibrations of the helicopter shuddered through and against them, he slipped off her headset and placed her hat on her head,. He then leaned in, twisting around to bring his lips onto hers in a powerful meshing. With a wicked grin his right hand eased down between her thighs, forcing them apart as his fingers shoved past her panties and sank into her cunt. Staring at her he began to alternate between forceful thrusting of two fingers and a delicate massaging of thumb against clit, as he finger fucked her tight slot, occasionally glancing towards the back of the pilots head, before looking back at Keira.

He pinned her hard in place with his left hand around her gold scarf, tightening it about her throat, as he wordlessly continued to abuse and violate her snatch. He managed to tug the panties aside enough so that they cut into the crease of her inner thigh. He then buried his digits in her hot deep channel, as he pumped them back and forth, fucking her with a vigorous and harsh assaulting motion. His mouth pressed against her lips with a ferocious and animal like energy, tongue fucking its way between the slit of her lips as he drove his fingers into her gash and stretched it out with each passing second. The 'whup, whup' of the helicopter blades dominated the background as he took clear and obvious pleasure in his crude assault on her perfectly tight little body, his hand pressed in between her legs as he drilled his middle finger three knuckles deep into her wet snatch, his mouth keeping up a constant attack on her own all through his carefully calculated violation of her quim. He was still drilling his fingers into her as the helicopter landed and settled into place a few dozen feet away from their personal jet. Pulling his fingers free he cleaned them off in her mouth, before releasing her from the cuff, slipping them into a pocket before leaving the chopper, moving around the other side as the rotors whined down to open her door and help her down.

"Have you been in the mile high club before?" he asked with a casual nonchalance, as though he had not been casually abusing her moments before hand. "That is to say have you fucked on a plane before? I'm thinking of fucking you while we're airborne. It's been a while." he grinned, approaching the plane he waved away the pilot inside, waiting to allow Keira to board first of course, just to see how high her dress would rise up. "Just think, next time you might actually be a passenger on one of these thing, rather than a stewardess. You might be working in front of a lens, instead of in an office. does that thought appeal to you?" he finished. "Bring me a drink when we're aboard, I have a few things to do before we take off. You can also tell me what you expect your in flight duties to be."
 
-though she wasn’t looking at him when his voice filtered into her ears, he’d see a smile curling the corners of her lips both in her profile and the reflection of the window as she peered out as the helicopter lifted from the ground. Fascinated it seemed and perhaps she was, she’d actually never been in a helicopter.-

“You’re in the business of selling faces and mine is for you only, remember?”

-her tone was light and not intended to be accusatory but she really never knew what to expect from him. It was a tell tale sign of her weariness over what she’d chosen to do and perhaps an indication of the guilt and shame she felt on occasion for selling herself to the devil. There was less shame and guilt the way she’d chosen to go about it and less further down the road should the video or pictures wind up in the wrong hands either by his doing or otherwise. It was clear, she’d been protecting herself to an extent, while still aiming to please him. She drew in a slow breath and finally turned to look over at him.-

“Besides, I’m pretty sure you have a great imagination and why would I deny you that visual in person?”

-another twitch of a smile at the corners of her lips. A hand swept against the uniform just over the suspenders as a soft frown replaced it, though she chuckled at his words.-

“Do you really need encouraging?”

-she quipped, a brow lifting. She knew the answer to that. He really didn’t. She didn’t confirm nor deny whether she enjoyed it or not, though on some level she did. The pure animalistic feel of the material being roughly ripped lose by his hands sent a shiver through her belly.

A short and quiet laugh sounded over the headset and she pinned him in an amused gaze.-

“As interesting and amusing as it would be to see you in them, Chris. I know better. I go back to that imagination, you’d find a way to interrupt our flight.”

-she didn’t have time to comment on the point of them being for her as she lurched forward with his push. A soft grunt escaping. He knew, cuffs or no cuffs she’d likely do whatever he told her to anyways, she already had. Nor did she fight against him now, though a soft groan of pain emitted from her throat when he forced her arms behind her. It had actually hurt in the small confines they were in. The soft narrowing of her eyes said as much, even in the split second they fell upon him but she remained quiet. Her gaze drifting away from him, leaning slightly, just enough to peer out the window herself, though otherwise staying as he’d put her.

She felt him shifting next to her and she turned to find him facing her, his hand rising toward her headset just before it was swept from her head, replaced by her hat. Her tongue darting over her lips before he crushed his against them. Her lips yielding warmly to his demands. As easily as her thighs shifted to the commands of his hand as it squeezed between them, relentlessly seeking the heated treasure beneath the black lace. She shifted in her seat, a muffled groan echoed against his lips. Her eyes closed, unable to move little more than her hips as his fingers assaulted her with an almost violent pleasure. She wanted to pull away and yet, she didn’t either as the assault continued. Moans more prominent against his lips, rolling over his tongue as he invaded her. Her head jerked slightly as she felt the material tightening around her throat, though not enough to break the kiss he held her locked in. The only time she tried to really pull away from him was when she felt the soft jolt of the helicopter landing on the tarmac. She squirmed slightly before he finally relinquished his enjoyable attack on her.

Her wrists freed, she rubbed them slightly before she reached for her small bag, stepping from the helicopter in silence. She cast a sidelong glance at him and chuckled.-

“I’m aware of what it is.”

-which gave no solid answer either way to his question but she had one of her own.-

“What turns you on more? The thought that I might already be a member or that you might get to pop that cherry too?”

-she asked curiously. Glancing over her shoulder briefly as she climbed the stairs into the plane. He’d have full view up her skirt as he climbed behind her and the warm musk of her scent drifted on the air in her wake.

As she boarded, she turned several steps in, blocking his forward motion a moment. Hands rose to straighten his collar and his tie, her attention on those details as she finally answered him.-

“No, that doesn’t really appeal to me.”

-and it didn't. If it had, their arrangement would have likely been a little different. She would not have agreed to it in fact, if it wasn’t simply a much better office job that she wanted.-

“I expect it’s to serve and service you. If it was simply to serve, when you had me arrange everything, you would have requested a professional flight attendant, who actually knows what they’re doing.”

-she smirked and finally met his gaze, her hands sweeping over the lapels of the business jacket he wore and cleared her throat.-

“What do you want to drink?”

-she asked as she turned and moved further into the plane.-
 
"Next time I give you an instruction to send me a selfie, I will be more precise with my words... and you will obey my instructions as given." Chris replied with a smile, but behind it there was an almost cruel menace in his eyes and in his tone, "Otherwise during your weekly assessment you will be disciplined much more severely." he stated simply. No hint of threat, simply a statement of fact. In actuality he almost looked forwards to her attempting to subvert or challenge his authority. Certainly the screams and moans as he tore an orgasm out of her at the end of a cane, whip or simply the palm of his hand, sent a pleasurable surge of pleasure rolling through his body as he tightened up and tensed with anticipation. He moved to allow her to enter the jet first, naturally raping her from heels to thigh with his gaze, before moving it up to her face as she stopped him inside to adjust his suit and tie. The sight of her was getting him impossibly hard now, as he fought to rein himself in and control himself, at least until they managed to get into the air.

"I wouldn't have thought you had been fucked on a jet before, I don't think you knew anyone that rich. There's always the chance you may have indulged while on a commercial flight though, given an aggressive enough partner and inattentive enough cabin crew and stewards. I'll gamble that you haven't though, not that it matters. Knowing someone else had fucked you ahead of me would push me to defile you even more viciously, in order to wipe that experience from your mind and replace it with another better one. Likewise if you really are a 'mile high' virgin, then you will undoubtedly recall what happens to you this time above and beyond anything which might occur in your future." he explained with some amusement. "In any case your enthusiasm in wearing the outfit selected for your role in the company today, as well as your choice of accessory, shows me that you are just as turned on at the thought of getting your tight little cunt fucked while in the air as I allegedly am." he gave a chuckle.

He shook his head as he moved to his seat, slipping down into the leather and looking up at her. "No, no drinks before take off... and I think you are quite versed in all the service areas I am going to be in need of, anyone can fetch a drink or produce a sandwich.. but only your tight young cunt can get me hard. Only your tiny little tits can satisfy my tongue and my teeth and only your hot warm flesh can bring me the pleasure I seek on a flight such as this one." he told her through the clenched teeth of a beast as he rolled his gaze about her body constantly. He tossed her the handcuffs, then pointed to a small hook attached to the ceiling in the middle of the small aisle. "Hang the chain there." he said simply. "Then stand here with your hands behind your back." he told her.

Taking out a laptop from beneath the seat he set it n a small table and opened it up. Sending a few last minute emails before they were airborne. He finished up by putting her last vid on the screen and watching to for a few moments, the sounds and sight filling the small cabin as he idly used it as background noise while texting out some messages on his phone. "No, no drinks for me. You are free to get yourself one if you think you will need it. You aren't here for serving duties regarding the refreshments, You are the in flight entertainment, Miss knight." he told her. "And the pre flight entertainment as well." he grinned, tapping on the lap top to set a particularly loud moan on a loop as an on screen finger swept through a trough of foaming cunt folds. "Take off your dress, it's far too cumbersome in this environment and the AC is sufficient to keep you warm. I want to see you in your underwear, your lingerie. It suits you, the suspenders, the stockings, the lace." he noted. "Lose the bra though... and find a way to get your nipples hard if they aren't already, I like to see them jutting out of your tiny tits." he commented casually. "Then you can tell me why you didn't choose the clamps or vibrator."
 
“‘Selfie’ is quite precise and self explanatory.”

-she said simply. She’d already said why she didn’t quite do as he’d asked and she’d known the possible consequences when she’d made the decision. The expression that met his wasn’t defiant persay but it was clear his anticipation for delivering those consequences was well founded.-

“Mmm, you would have thought correctly. Except I have had aggressive enough men, I’m just not keen on flying.”

-she admitted, still not admitting however one way or the other as to her ‘Mile High’ experience. She wasn’t fond of flying. She’d done so before but she was not fond of it. The anxiety was tolerable at best and only if she was kept busy in some capacity. A brow perked, unseen. ‘Allegedly’? She suspected it was more than allegedly. Whether it was with cruel intentions meant only to try to break and demean her or whether he actually enjoyed being with her, there was little doubt in her mind that there was anything allegedly about it.

She stopped half way along the aisle and turned when he wanted no drinks, brow still raised softly. Hands sweeping self consciously at the skirt, her gaze shifting toward him curiously. She drew in a slow breath.-

“Really?”

-she asked quietly, in question to his litany that she was the only one that could get him off. She’d made it clear that she would be no one else’s plaything. While it hadn’t been a constant wondering, she had wondered at some point if she was his only plaything, though she’d always dismissed the question because she didn’t know how she’d feel if the answer was that she wasn’t. The questioning word was out of her lips before she’d even thought about it, much less been able to stop it.

She caught the handcuffs deftly, cleared her throat softly and pretended she didn’t ask a damned thing. She hated the weakness it might show, though there was no actual weakness in the delivered question or her voice, just a simple curiosity, it could be construed as such.

She hung the cuffs where and how he’d asked. Heeled feet drawing together as she came to stand within arms length of him, her hands folded behind her back, she stood quietly. Her fingers flexing and curling, nervously as the prospect of take-off grew closer.

She didn’t move, didn’t look down when she heard the video start. She knew what it was, she’d been there, done that. A small smirk curled the corners of her lips though. At least he enjoyed it.-

“Better than a simple selfie....”

-she quipped lightly and chuckled. She fell silent again and stayed that way for some time. Simply listening as he spoke, instructed. Unlocking her hands from behind her, she began unbuttoning the dress, letting it fall open. The cool air caressing her warm skin. Consuming it, as she shrugged from the dress and draped it over the bag she’d brought with her, that sat in the chair opposite him. She stripped from the bra next, the air hitting her small bare chest and causing her nipples to harden almost instantly. The AC was likely sufficient for him, he was fully dressed and his body mass was considerably thicker than her own. She also tugged off the scarf, draping both over the back of his seat as she turned and started toward the back. She was going to go get that drink he’d told her she could have. Answering him as she turned.-

“Because, I didn’t want to.”

-and that was mostly the truth. She’d been given a choice of three and she’d chosen as she had wanted. Going a step further, she called from where she stood pouring her drink, her eye on the liquid as it filled her glass.-

“I prefer the real thing.”

-also true, toys could be fun, sure but the real thing was just better.-
 
Chris did not immediately pick up on anything Keira had said, instead leaving the lap top running as he watched her strip down and expose herself. Only stockings, suspenders and panties left to shield her skin from his rampant and unashamed gaze as she vanished towards the rear to get her drink. He was standing when she returned, the engines were slowly warming up but he ignored the sound as he kicked her dress to one side, bunching it with his foot against one of the seats. He took hold of her hand, removing the drink and placing it on a nearby table, then took hold of her wrists and lifted them up to slide each in turn into the metal circlets of the hand cuffs. The ratchet sound of the metal locking in place filled the air for a moment as her arms were drawn up, leaving her stretching up. Likely if she had not been in her heels she might have been left half dangling from the ceiling hook by the thin chain of the binders. "Well, we'll have to get you the real thing them Miss Knight." he told her, spitting on her nipples, then rubbing his saliva into her hard nubs with his thumbs as he stared into her eyes. Lowering his head he licked at her left nipple first, sucking it into his mouth between his lips to start caressing it with his tongue and squeezing it between his clenched teeth. He maintained the pressure, tugging, distending, distorting, until they snapped free to bounce back and quiver against her chest, then he moved to her right breast to repeat the process.

"You wore your panties under the suspenders? You should know better than that, Miss Knight. Or perhaps you knew exactly what you were doing. It means that to take these off..." he moved his hands down to grasp at either side of the delicate lace which hugged her mound, drawing it in between her ass cheeks. "...they have to be torn off." he stated simply, tugging at them, pulling them until they bit into her ass and through the splayed out lips of her cunt as the material sank into the crease of her slit and soaked in any juices which might be present. Stepping behind her he leaned in, biting her shoulder and moving his hot searing lisp to her neck, warming the flesh there from the AC as he tasted her, his roaming hands moving up and around to resume, the molestation of her tits, his fingers and thumbs capturing her hard nipples and playing with them, tormenting and torturing them as he explored her throat with his mouth.

"You like that, don't you Miss Knight. Servicing your boss, being taken, being fucked hard like a whore. It gets your inner slut wet and willing, doesn't it? How does it make you feel? Knowing that your performance, your career, from now on it rests not on how well you do in the office, but on how well you come. On how well you make me come. On how well you act like a horny, fuck addicted little slut who likes to dress as she's instructed and do whatever her boss tells her to." he growled into her ear, tongue sliding about the lobe as his grasping hands lowered to her panties again, this time drawing them tighter and tighter, biting into her flesh until finally they could no longer support the strain and snapped, tossed aside onto a table next to her drink as he exposed her cunt to the air of the cabin.

Reaching between her legs he started to stroke at her cunt with a couple of fingers, while maintaining the attention on her tits with his other hand. His hot breath washed against her back, followed by lips and tongue as he idly amused himself with her flesh, all while the plane slowly taxied towards a take off position on the end of the runway. "Perhaps all your little errors and mistakes are intended to get an orgasm beaten out of you at your weekly assessment as well? I wouldn't be surprised Miss Knight, in fact you've been quite the little whore since we've met, haven't you? I mean, allowing your tight young cunt to be hammered in an alleyway, within an hour of meeting me? You don't fool me Miss Knight. You are soaking for it, gagging for it, hungry for the cock of a rich powerful man, and as long as you obey, you are going to have it, aren't you! You are drunk on the power and the money, and the feeling of a hard eager cock defiling your precious little cunt. I know that, because I can feel hot hot and wet you get when your tight little cunt gets abused." he whispered as he sank a finger three knuckles deep into her yielding and inviting cunny. He stepped back, spinning her around to face him, watching her as he unzipped and took put his cock, stepping forward, reaching down to slide his cock up against her cunt as he moved his cunt stained fingers to her left nipple. "Give me a run down on your staff Miss Knight. I want to see you fire one, no reason, just because you can. Who's it going to be? Choose right, for your sake. We wouldn't want to lose a valuable asset." he spoke idly, stroking his cock head up and down her slit.
 
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