Good Pet

I’m rewarded with a lusty, hungry moan the minute I do this, and that’s all I need. I’m fingering her with all speed and domination in no time at all. I’m bringing my fingers in and out, enjoying the way her pussy clings to me.

I comment on it all, saying what a good pet she is. How, if she were working in my office, not just on the executive floor, I’d be having her over my desk right now. Fingering her like this while she answered the phones like a good little pet, never letting on what I’m doing to her. Not letting her cum until she’s hung up the phone, and taken flawless, detailed notes.

Melissa’s pussy tightens around my fingers at this. She lets out the wildest, most growly grown I’ve ever heard from her.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask her, putting a third finger inside her, and feeling as her pussy immediately accommodate me. “You’d like me to make you answer the phone that way, wouldn’t you? You bad, bad pet!”

“Yes,” Melissa cries, “I am a bad pet! Punish me, sir! Please!”

Softly, I hear the first chirps of birds. As I looked toward her balcony, I see the first warming rays of the approaching dawn. They’re just starting to cut through the gray cloak of nighttime. In this changing light, I can just see the outline of the cityscape beyond.

“Very well,” I say, “then get your ass up and follow me out onto the balcony, pet. So, I can punish you there, in front of anyone who might be up and about this early Sunday morning.”

So saying, I take her with me off the bed and march her toward the doors to her balcony. I have her unlock them, and then open them. Each action she takes, it’s with a barking order from me.

As we step out onto the balcony, the first tendrils of early morning air caressing Melissa and me, I feel slightly nervous and slightly exposed being out here, with both of us being completely naked. But then I remember that I’m supposed to be the one in control here, the one giving her her “punishment” so, I push away any fears, and push her forward toward the railing.

“Come on now. You said you wanted me to punish you, pet, so you’re going to get punished.”

“Yes, sir,” she mews at me, and I can just see the pout she has on her face. It only makes me that much crazier for her.

I practically run her to the balcony railing and force her to lean over it.

She cries out, but it’s not out of fear. It’s out of joy and lust, in keeping with the “game” we’re playing of boss and pet.

“Ass up,” I command, giving it a little slap.

“Yes, sir,” says Melissa, leaning herself further over the railing, just so her hips are level with my cock, not enough to risk falling over the side.

“Good pet,” I say, admiring her. “Spread yourself wide,” I order, watching with pride and joy as she does just that. Her pussy, having been stimulated by me and her own excitement, opens wide.

Under this visual feast, my cock trembles, and I fumble to put on the condom Melissa gave me. Somehow, I manage to get the rubber on and down the length of me, even though every inch of me is rebelling and trying to buck off the layer of latex like a bronco. I’ve got a big enough cock. Of course, it would act like a stallion.

“Like this, sir?” Melissa asks demurely, though I can hear the edge of fire and lust on it. “Is this good enough?”

“More than enough,” I say, beginning to rub my cock along her crease, teasing her hole with the tip of it. I move it in and out of her opening gently, just using the tip. Melissa whimpers cutely under each teasing, testing penetration.

After I’ve enjoyed her pouty, fussing moans enough, I place my hand on her back and say, “Are you ready, pet? Are you ready to take my dick in your naughty pussy? Are you ready to take your punishment?”

“Yes,” gasps Melissa, as if the wait is just too much. “Oh, yes, sir! I’m ready! Please punish me! Stuff me full!”

“So be it,” I say gruffly, and enter her.

The moment I do, I feel like I am flying straight off the balcony and into my own personal slice of paradise. The warmth and the pressure…it’s so warm and pervasive, no amount of fantasizing could ever, or would ever, prepare me for it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, pushing myself into her quickly and hungrily. “Your pussy. It’s so…hot.” I hiss that last word, feeling like I’m the one melting into her, not the one penetrating.

Melissa lets out a whining, soft moan as I push deeper. “Don’t go easy on me, Tommy,” she says. “Ride me as hard as you want, sir. Please, I deserve all the punishment you can give me.”