Courtney is 25 never married, petite slender body, small firm breasts, and long black hair. She is my temporary personal assistant, she lives with me and travels with me. She never realized that she was required to submit to me sexual. As my personal assistant she is required to attend social events and business dinners. Dinner was pleasant and uneventful. Courtney excused herself around eight o'clock and as she stood, I pulled her chair out. She can feel my eyes on her. Glancing up our eyes met for a moment before I looked away and she turned and made her way upstairs. I and the men adjourned to my library to discuss more business matters and enjoy a last brandy. It is after eleven o'clock when I came into the bedroom and turned on the overhead light flooding the room with its harshness. " John, what are you doing, why did you turn the light on?" She asked sleepily.
I got into bed rolling her onto her back. I unlaced the ribbons on the bodice of her nightgown and roughly pulled it up and over her head tossing it onto the floor. Courtney tried to cover herself only to have me push her hands away leaving her breasts exposed. Then I begin fondling her breasts, she looked down and watched, fascinated as the color of her nipples slowly changed from dark pink to almost brown with her increasing arousal. Courtney is ashamed of her body's easy betrayal. My hands move from her breasts, down her belly, and found her slit. I begin a slow sensual glide from her pussy upward to her clit and then downward retracing my path. Up and down, sometimes pausing and inserting two, three of my fat fingers inside her tight wet pussy, making her moan and whimper as I stroked in and out of her pussy.
I teased her with my wet sticky cock head before I slide into her waiting pussy. Her body resisted at first, still not wanting to succumb to me but, with my rhythmic insistence, her pussy relaxed and opened for my entry contracting around my thick girth. Her body jerking with each thrust and her mind and heart are flooded with remembrances of stories about me. I held both of her arms above her head, pinned against the bed, and brought her to the edge of heaven with slow, deep strokes…but I did not let her cum. As her breathing slowed, with one final hard thrust, I erupted deep inside her leaving her still aroused but unsatisfied. I rolled off her and left the bedroom.
In the morning Courtney sitting in the dressing room wrapped in her own thoughts, I sat down next to her, my hand absently caressing the inside of her thigh, every now and then inching upward to pause between her legs. Just my touch sent chills of excitement through her. She went into the bedroom, took off her robe to put on her clothes. She had unpinned her hair and was about to start brushing it when I came into the room. I stood watching her, a shot of brandy in my hand. Finishing my drink, I backed her against the wall and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I slide my hand down between her legs and begin fingering her, rubbing her clit and ass. " John, wait, wait, you don't need to be so rough." " I can't wait, Courtney, I need you," I said, my voice hoarse and filled with lust. By my actions, it is obvious that all I wanted to do is get my cock inside her. Placing my hands under her ass cheeks, I picked her up so her hips were level with mine, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Sliding my engorged cock between her thighs, the friction of my cock head against her hard aching clit is mesmerizing. The pressure of my long thick shaft sliding along the length of her moist slit sent hot waves through her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall forward onto my shoulder.
I effortlessly pulled a soft comforting orgasm from her, as her hips swayed seductively against me wanting more, I glided myself inside her. My cock feels warm and slippery and she gasps with the sensation of being filled and pushed her hips against me harder. We fell into a familiar in and out rhythm, her excitement growing with each thrust. Holding her tight to me my cock inside her wet pussy, I impaled her with deep thrusts until she feels another orgasm, just on the verge of erupting. " Did your boyfriend fuck you like this?" I said into her ear. " W-what?" She stammered " Did you let your boyfriend fuck you like this?" I asked again, this time with barely concealed anger. " How big was it, Courtney? Did you like it?" She can't quite describe it, but with each question, she feels my cock throbbing and jerking inside her. " Did your boyfriend make you whine and call his name, the way you do with me?" " You disgust me. Put me down. PUT ME DOWN!" Courtney screamed.
When I didn't, she begins to struggle in my arms. I turned, walked to the bed and we fell as one onto the bed, I'm on top, still inside her. I push myself further inside her. With one hand, holding her wrists together I pinned them above her head. Thrashing around, trying to break my hold, after several minutes she stopped moving, tired, tears running down the side of her face, she lay exhausted. " I'm not one of your whores John…don't ever talk to me like that again," Courtney said shakily. " Or what Courtney? What will you do?" I said sarcastically, as I rolled off her. Silently daring her to challenge me, I took my hand and crudely cupped it between her legs, " This belongs to me, Courtney, whenever, wherever, however I want it. Do you understand, Courtney?" She did not reply. " Do you understand, Courtney?" I asked again, applying more pressure, my tone demanding a response. " Yes, yes, I understand," She said quietly. My control affirmed, I got up and off the bed. Coming back, I sat on the edge of the bed, intently watching her as she lay there.
Courtney is naked on her back when I return to the bed. Her legs slightly open, breasts rising and falling, nipples still hard, brown and erect. I casually roll her over onto her side and stretched out behind her. She involuntarily moaned when I begin lightly stroking and caressing her hips and ass, letting my hand slip down between her thighs, inserting my fingers roughly inside her. Withdrawing my wet sticky fingers from her pussy, I trailed my hand up and slowly teased her anus with my finger. Courtney didn't realize at first what my intent was, but when she feels my cool sticky pre-cum being spread over her anus and my finger pressing for entry, slowly stretching her, she tenses and tries to pull away from me, " John, what are you doing? Stop." I had taught her things about giving and receiving pleasure, what men like to do, what they sometimes do with their women, but never this. Without me having said anything, she knew what I wanted to do and she is terrified.
Courtney did not want me to do this to her, she suddenly got up from the bed only to become tangled in the bedding on the floor. She fell in a heap next to the bed. I came around the side of the bed, and taking her arm turned her around so her back pressed against my chest. I placed her onto her knees and bent her over, her face down and her ass raised. Courtney feels my erection pressing along the length of her ass crack. She knew when she squirmed and struggled under me the more excited I became, but she can't help it. She feels me hunch down over her back and she begins to cry, loud and desperate. " Please, John, don't." I stop. " Courtney, do you really think I would force you to do something like this against your will?" " Yes! Yes! You bastard, that's exactly what you would do!" She screamed at me. " Shhhhhh, Shhhhhh, you don't know what you're talking about," I said condescendingly. " When I take you that way, Courtney, and I will, it won't be because I forced you. You'll crawl under me wanting it." " You bastard! I'll never let you do that to me," She said through clenched teeth. Seething, she attempted to get to her feet and I grabbed her by her waist pulling her back onto her knees. Despite the arguing, despite her angry words, she is so aroused there is no resistance from her when I deftly eased my huge, swollen cock inside her.
With my hands firmly holding her hips steady, I stroked inside her warm tight sheath until her cries became moans and I begin to make an animal growls from deep in my chest when I thrust into her. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so she is also on her back on top of my chest. With my legs open wide, and her legs trapped between mine, I re-entered her with a hard upward thrust and her hand went to her clit and in a frenzy she begins rubbing herself, grinding her ass into me, wanting that release that is just outside her reach…just a little more… almost…almost. Without realizing it, she whimper, " John, help me, help me cum." I shifted onto my side and begin fucking her from behind, " Move your hand out of the way," I said, my hand now on her clit teasing and rubbing. Her hips involuntarily fell into rhythm with the stroking of my hand on her clit. All she can do is close her eyes and hold her breath as an exquisitely perfect orgasm undulated through her pussy and down the inside of her now wet sticky thighs. Sensing her orgasm, I surrendered to my release, shooting my hot load high up inside her. For a while, she lay there dozing. When she opened her eyes, she saw me sleeping and snoring beside her.
I rolled onto my side, and draped my long muscular leg over her, even in my sleep I'm controlling her body. Courtney looked over at me, disgusted with herself, disgusted at how easily she had accepted the assignment to be my personal assistant, had submitted to me, at how much she wanted the pleasure I have given her. She realized that this is how it will be, the reproach and the recriminations. She foolishly thought my asking her to stay with me was my way of saying I was serious about having a relationship with her, but now she didn't think so. What burgeoning hope she might have had for a relationship earlier has been crushed by my usual emotional callousness. I was away on business most of the following week and when I returned, I surprised her when I said I wanted her to accompany me on an upcoming trip to New Orleans. Courtney is excited about visiting New Orleans, she is uneasy with the thought of being alone with me. Later that night, she went into my library and told me that she thought it might be better if she stayed in Dallas. Courtney seen my surprise, but I didn't ask for a reason, and she didn't offer one. " Alright, Courtney, if that's what you want, then I won't say anything more about it," I replied before dismissively returning to my documents. True to my word, I did not mention the trip again.
The next afternoon sitting on the patio neither one of us talking. After a long silence, I begin to talk, saying I needed her to go with me to New Orleans. I said, " Maybe some of what had happened with my six wives, with our relationships and her could be my fault." Courtney sat there speechless, dumbfounded by my declaration, but able to appreciate how very difficult for me it must have been to say those things. We left on our trip the following morning, and as things would have it, my business concluded earlier than expected. Instead of our heading back to Dallas, I decided to stay for an additional two days during which time we explored the city, the museums, and the restaurants, all that the beautiful old city had to offer. We were having dinner at the Café du Monde Restaurant in the French Quarter one evening when I ordered nothing for myself and a glass of wine for her, it suddenly occurred to her that aside from a brandy at dinner or in our hotel suite at night, she hadn't seen me take a drink. She smiled to herself, and thought how different I was when I didn't drink; I was charming, considerate, and different to her. She enjoyed being with me. After we returned to our suite and got into bed, I pulled her to me and told her, I had decided to turn this trip into a delayed vacation. Our newly extended trip included stops in Chicago, New York, and ending in Houston before we returned to Dallas. Drawing closer to me, finding comfort in the feel of my warm, protective body next to her, she pressed a light kiss on my chest and quietly said, " Thank you, John."
The following day was long, tiring and very busy.
I took her shopping, and after lunch, we returned to our suite and begin packing, getting ready for our departure to Chicago the next day. That night as we were getting ready for bed, I came to her, kissed her, and said, " Courtney, I want to make love to you." Her body tensed. I bent and kissed her again, my tongue demanding as I pressed it between her lips opening her mouth, tracing its surface, its contours. I moved my mouth to her ear and said, " I won't force you, Courtney, but it's been long enough. I think I've been patient and I need you to be my assistant Taken by surprise by my request, she can only look at me. I'd never asked her before. It had always been me taking her when and how I wanted, leaving her confused by my actions and often alone afterward. Her mind is racing, filled with questions. 'Can I trust him? If I tell him no, will he make me do what he wants anyway?' Courtney looked at me, knowing I expected her to say " No," but instead she said, " Alright, John."
Courtney touched my face and hears me release a long sigh as if I had been holding my breath. I slide my hands under her nightgown placing one hand on each of her legs, pushing the sheer gossamer gown above her hips as I knelt in front of her and kissed her mound. Courtney feels the pressure of my lips, the warmth of my breath and the blossoming quiver of arousal. Spreading her legs wider, I pressed my face between her legs and with my tongue licked her hard, flicking my tongue over her now hard pink bud. The wide swipe of my knowing tongue sent shivers through her. She held my face, her hips writhing sensually, as she pressed her swollen clit into my mouth. Forgetting her self-imposed decorum and propriety, she surrendered to the long denied demands of her body. She humped my mouth until the exquisite torture of anticipation changed to exquisite pleasure and indescribable warmth flooding through her in a hard intense wave.
I took her hand in mine and led her to the bed. Taking the hem of her nightgown and gathering it in my hands I pulled it up her extended arms and over her head. Holding the crumpled gown, I pressed it to my face and inhaled the faint lingering scent of her perfume. The taste and smell of her pussy still on my lips, I kissed her hard. My cock thick, pulsing and hot twitching impatiently against her stomach. I pulled her down onto the bed next to me. She feels enveloped in a cocoon of lust and desire and she hears herself moan when I lean over her and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and teased, creating hot ripples that race through her filling her clit with a growing aching. Her moans became whimpers when my hand found her swollen clit and wet pussy. With my thumb on her clit and she doesn't know how many fingers pushed inside her, I bring her to climax, her cries muffled against my shoulder. Before her body calmed down, she pulled me onto her and taking my cock in her hand, stroking me and placing it at her wet opening.
" John, now…now," She begged. It hardened even more when I positioned myself to enter her, my cock head so swollen and shiny, ready to burst. " My god, Courtney, you're so small and tight," I mumbled to myself when I begin pushing my large purple cock head into her, " Ohhhh, John, ughhhhh… it hurts," She said softly, trying to pull away from the discomfort and yet whimpering with the pleasure and pain of it. I push her knees back and hold them there. " Take it all, baby. I know you can. It will I growled. " Yessss, yes ," She said as she now bucked up against me, trying to pull me further inside her, feeling herself contract around it, holding it, pulling it deeper inside her. The young, innocent girl is gone forever. " Turn over." " What?" " Turn around," I said. I pull out of her when she turned and changed her position, ending up on her hands and knees in front of me. I held her around the waist with one hand and twisted a hand full of her hair with the other pulling her up into a kneeling position. With her back arched against me, I impaled her hard and deep like…like I owned her. Her orgasm exploded and she screamed my name when I slammed into her, racing toward my own orgasm. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed. Captive under my weight, she feels my cum dripping out of her forming a cool wet place under her.
I shifted my weight slightly but did not roll off her, instead I pulled the sheet up over us and kissed her. Just as I dropped off to sleep. We arrived in New York early the next morning, I sat at the table in our room finishing my morning coffee, watching her as she stood up and stepped out of her bath. " Courtney?" I said and she looked up alarmed by the urgency in my voice. I sat there holding the coffee cup in mid air with a puzzled look on my face. I put my cup down, got up and came to where she stood. Taking the towel out of her hands, she stood there Still naked, the water glistening on her skin, I pulled her to me, and she feels my cock getting hard and sees the desire in my eyes as I press her onto her knees, freeing my cock, slipping it into her welcoming, moist mouth. My eyes look between her legs, her pussy lips are swollen, pink and eager, involuntarily becoming moist and ready for me at my slightest touch or look. Embarrassingly, everyday all she can think about is when I'm going to be alone in the office or when are we going home so she can make love with me. We both are in a constant state of sexual arousal. " You're beautiful, Courtney," I said.
I'm silent except for a groan or grunt that would occasionally escape my lips. When she sucked me hard, sticking the tip of her tongue into my slit I said, " I love the way my cock feels in your mouth, keep sucking it like that, just like that." She ran her tongue lightly over the spongy head, around the rim and felt the surface change from smooth to bumpy to rough. I told her to flick the tip of her tongue around the head, which made it stiffen slightly and involuntarily jerk inside her mouth. She can taste the saltiness of the clear, sticky fluid as it seeped out. She begins moving her mouth up and down my swollen mushroom shaped crown and tightened her lips each time she pulled her mouth away so it created a pull and pressure around my crown. Licking and covering my cock with her saliva, she let her tempo increase.
I positioned myself over her so she is directly between my legs. I'm now painfully hard, she feels the warmth of my penis in the back of her mouth and the friction of it as I slide in and out. She ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft and I moaned. I grasp handfuls of her hair so I can hold her head steady, and slowly let my hips begin a sensual undulation, my cock stroking in and out of her mouth, I'm grunting with my effort to control myself longer and not cum. She feels my cock head rubbing against the top of her mouth, making her gag with each deep thrust. I place my hand at the back of her head, pressing it tightly to my crotch, increasing the depth and speed of my thrusts. Brenda tries to pull away from me, through a fuzzy haze, she hears me say " No!" and feels the gradual squeeze of my hand on her throat as light headedness overcame her and she stopped resisting. With one last, deep thrust, I rammed my hard thick cock as far back into her mouth, as it will go, opening her throat and forcing my throbbing cock further down her throat until she can do nothing but take the full release of my thick warm cum.
I eased her down onto her back, taking her tit into my mouth and begin sucking. " Touch me, Courtney," I said and she reached up and begins fondling my balls. As I sucked and teased, her pussy responded and started contracting and releasing around a not yet present cock. I attempted to move between her legs wanting to enter her, and she put her hands on my hips to stop me. " John, wait," She half-hearted protested. I'm gliding my fingers along the length of her swollen, pink pussy lips. In a cajoling voice, I said, " That feels good, doesn't it? Do you want more little girl? Foolish question, of course you do," I said laughing outright as I push her legs open wider.
Rising up onto my knees, I looked into her eyes as I took my hard cock and begin to slide it up and down her slit covering it with my slick pre-cum. Her eyes open wider in amazement when I brushed my cock head over her sensitive clit and she feels the sexual electricity sizzling through her. The wetness from her excitement and arousal increased as the heat and hardness of my cock burned against her pussy. The sensation of her pussy stretching to accommodate my thickness when I pushed into her is exquisite.
Her pussy tightens around my cock head when I begin to rhythmically stroke in and out of her, my cock throbbing and growing inside her. A shiver of anticipation surging through her as she fell into her own rhythm of thrusting wanting to meet my strokes. In my excitement, I slammed deep inside her, she cried out from the pain. Her hips begin a slow rocking motion, teasing my cock to continue thrusting into her. " Oh, god, Courtney," I said as I lowered my upper body onto her. With my weight on top of her, I opened her legs wider, holding her tightly to me, with one hard, deep thrust gave her my entire hard length. Not moving at first, waiting for her body to become accustomed to my length and girth inside her. After a short time, I slowly pulled out of her until only the head of my cock barely kissed her pussy. I rolled off her onto my side lifting her leg, letting it rest on my hip as I effortlessly slide my thick cock into her again. She feels her pussy immediately squeezing around my cock, sucking me in, holding me there. I resume my thrusting, my long, slow thrusts becoming deeper and faster. My moans turning into long, loud groans of pleasure when my orgasm overtakes me as I shot my warm, thick load forcefully inside her trembling body.
We lay together exhausted but satisfied. Our legs intertwined, her head resting on my chest. Wrapped in the security and warmth of my arms, She feels tears welling up in her eyes, and buried her face in my chest. She clung to me and cried until there were no more tears left. In the time we have been together, her feelings for me had changed, evolved and, with an overwhelming certainty, she realized how much I meant to her. " Don't, baby, stop crying," I said, wiping the tears off her cheeks.
story by: horny fox
Author: horny fox
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