Get Stuffed

Alyssa screams out as her orgasm hits her--the hottest sound I've ever heard. My whole body locks down as my own release floods through me like lightning, pulsing, pulling sounds out of me I've never made before. The aftermath is breathless for both of us, the sounds of our breathing echoing back and forth across the phone line.

"You begging me to let you come may be the hottest thing I've ever heard."

She takes a deep breath in, and lets it out. "Your voice is what made me write those fantasies. I wanted to hear your voice commanding me to do dirty things, and I wanted to do every single one."

"Dirty things like this?"

"Dirtier." Her voice is scratchy from screaming and I feel myself starting to get hard again. "I wanted you to command me to bend over so you could fuck me until I forgot my own name. I wanted you to tell me to hold still so you could take your pleasure from me while I was helpless."

My cock once again stands at full attention. "Damn you. Now that's the hottest thing I've ever heard." Her throaty chuckle sinks straight into me. "If you were here I fuck you until you forgot anything else."

"As good as that sounds, we both have to be at work tomorrow."

"Are you always a realist?" I ask.

"Usually."

A sigh escapes me. "Fine. I suppose since you know my schedule better than I do that you're right."

"Of course I am."

I grin. "Goodnight, Alyssa."

"Goodnight."

"I'm thinking of three little words, and I'm sending them to you." I hang up before she can respond. I had hoped to go to bed without my dick raging, but it's no use now. I think about seeing her in the morning. I'm going to save myself the trouble of another orgasm and save it for when I see her. I send her a quick text message and then attempt to fall asleep with the sound of her begging still in my ears.

15

Alyssa

I wake up to the following text message.

I would like you to wear a dress to the office today with absolutely nothing underneath it.

It makes me laugh, though I'm not sure why. I pick out a pretty dress from my closet, soft and purple and feminine. There's a happiness leaking through me today, not in small part to last night. Charles loves me--he essentially told me that. The rational, cautious part of me tells me that it's way too fast and it's nothing to be happy about. The rest of me tells her to shut up and giggles about the fact that I'm in love.

The whole world freezes. I'm in love. Me. Not just him.

Wow.

It's a few heartbeats before the world starts again, and when it does everything is shiny and new. I take extra care with my make up, and leave my hair down in spite of the heat because I know Charles loves to run his fingers through it. I thought I would feel nervous walking into the office without a bra and panties. Instead I feel covert and sexy, like a dirty little secret.

I walk into Charles' office and kiss him good morning, ignoring the fact that the door is wide open. "Why, hello,” he says.

"Hi." I sit down in his lap and continue to kiss him, not wanting to be any further away from him after my revelation.

"What's gotten into you this morning?” he asks in between my assault on his lips.

"I feel good today,” I tell him. "I thought about those three little words and I realize I know them too."

He stops, pulls back to look at me. "You do?"

"I do."

The smile on his face rivals the sun for brightness. "You love me?"

"I love you." Something clicks into place, and I feel myself settle. Like this is where I've supposed to have been all along.

"I love you,” he says. "You're kind, and smart, and sexy. I knew I wanted be with you the minute you told me off." I kiss him, turning to push him back further in his chair, but he stops me. "Wait." He helps me to stand goes and closes the door. "I wasn't going to do this until later. I planned this before, but I can't wait now."

"The text message,” I say.

The smile he flashes me is full of sin. "Did you wear anything under that dress?"

"No, Sir."

He comes to me slowly, hooking his fingers in the fabric of my dress and pushing it off my shoulders. It puddles around my waist, leaving my breasts exposed. They're already peaked when he begins to touch them, bending down to suck one nipple into his mouth while he plays with the other. Every flick of his tongue drives sensation straight to my pussy, which is growing wetter by the second. He moves to my other nipple, and the cool office air makes me gasp in the wake of his mouth. "I love your breasts,” he says, standing. "I'm going to give you your fantasy."

I find that it's suddenly hard to breathe. "Which one?"

He pinches both my nipples and pulls, and I gasp at the sudden pain, aroused. "You're going to bend over, and I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."

The words sound so much better than I imagined they would coming from his mouth. I think I'm going to come already. He turns my body towards his desk, and places my hands on top of it, only my fingertips touching. "And you're not going to move while I do it. You're going to stay still, exactly where I put you."

I shudder, my breath short. I can feel my pussy swelling with sheer desire, and I can't imagine why I never thought I would want this. He takes my foot and moves it outwards, and then the other one until I'm spread so far apart I'm on the edge of my balance. There's a serious chance I might fall, and a thrill goes through me as he places his hands on my hips. I'm helpless--I'm bound by his word not to move in a position I can't keep unless he holds me in place. The sensation of being totally in his control washes through me and my mind goes blank.

I hear the condom wrapper and he slides my dress up my ass, exposing my pussy to him. He dips a finger inside me. "Just like I described," he says, sliding in a second finger and then a third. "Hot, slick, and tight."

His fingers leave me and then his cock slams into me, filling me to the core in one thrust. I feel his hand moving up my stomach to cup my breast. I feel his entire body against mine, pressing, filling, and I've never felt full like this. His hand moves upward still, up to my throat, where he places his hand lightly, another reminder of my vulnerability. Lips touch my ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth, and I gasp.

"Do you feel helpless, Alyssa?"

My whole body is shaking under his touch. "Yes, Sir."

"Is this what you wanted?" He moves his hips, pulling out and thrusting in again and sending sparks across my vision.

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me what you want."

I cry out as his other hand moves to my clit, and he slams into me again. I'm drowning in sensation. "Fuck me, Sir. Please."

He pulls out of me all the way and slides back in, moving hard and fast. His fingers are working my clit and I'm already at the edge. He doesn't slow down, and I let go. The world goes hazy as pleasure shatters my body. My muscles are trembling but he told me not to move, so I'm going to move. I feel full of him, stuffed to the brim with his cock. His arms tighten around me, and I hear him swear. Nothing is else exists except for the feeling of him entering me, every stroke rubbing against that place inside that makes my body jump.

He rubs my clit, pinching and squeezing and I'm there again breaking open. I can't help that I'm saying his name over and over again. He's pounding into me now, my breasts swinging with each thrust. I'm floating in a cloud of pleasure, and now he's taking his just like I asked him to. The thought makes my pussy clench, and he groans. His breath is coming fast too, and I know he's close. I squeeze him inside me, and he I feel him jump inside me. His fingers rub hard, timing with his strokes, going faster and faster. "No,” I say.

"Yes." He forces me off the edge again, and I scream his name. This orgasm making my knees buckle. He thrusts into me one last time, and I feel him come. He groans, holding me in place as his cock spends itself.

I've collapsed on top of the desk, coming back to myself slowly. He pulls out of me, and I miss the feeling of being filled. "A

lyssa--"

I don't get to hear what he has to say, as he's cut off by clapping. Clapping from the doorway.

I look, and whatever lingering pleasure I felt is gone. Jennifer is standing in the doorway, applauding.

"I have to say that was a great show."

I pull myself up off the desk, adjusting my dress as I do. Charles is staring at Jennifer like a snake just came into his office. "What are you doing here?"