Authors: Eric Stoffer
“Do you mind if I come in?” she found herself purring.
“Um… not at all,” he stepped aside and motioned her in. “I was just on the treadmill, and …” Lisa walked past him and glanced over her shoulder. His eyes had fallen to the base of her trench coat, and he suddenly seemed to realize how odd the whole situation was.
“I don’t want to do my forms,” Lisa pouted as she cleared one shoulder out of the coat. It slipped down, covering her ass, and Mike’s eyes snapped up to her face. “How about you just give me the best coverage with no deductions?”
“Umm…” Mike rubbed his neck. Lisa slipped her other shoulder free and let the coat fall below her shoulder blades. Mike swallowed when he saw that her back was covered by nothing but the straps.
“And I think we can probably just … oh, I don’t know, shift a decimal point one over in my pay?”
“That’s … that’s not really my call,” he stuttered.
“Isn’t it?” she said, letting the coat fall to the floor. “Who do I have to fuck to get a raise around here?”
“It … it … it doesn’t work like that.”
Lisa turned, and saw his erection pushing hard against his shorts. “I think it does, Mike.” She took a step towards him. His eyes ran up and down the straps pressed against her breasts. “I think that you could get away with jacking my salary to, oh I don’t know, two hundred grand a month, if you really wanted to.”
Mike nodded his head slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Lisa stepped closer, and pressed herself against him. Their bare skin stuck together with Mike’s sweat as Lisa reached up to whisper in his ear. “You naughty boy, you could, couldn’t you? You’ve found that kind of money in the city budget, hidden away in hidey holes, and you were going to keep it to yourself.”
Mike nodded again, and he reached out, running his hands up Lisa’s arms, to her shoulders, teasing the straps.
Lisa thrust a hand down into his shorts and grabbed his rock hard cock. “Give it to me, and I’ll fuck your brains out.” He quivered in her hand, and nodded again, and pulled her in and kissed her. “Don’t be shy on me, Mike. You’re paying two hundred grand a month for this.” She nipped at his ear and stroked his cock. “Fuck me like you’re paying two hundred grand a month for it.” Mike looked at her with those worried green eyes. “Fuck me,” Lisa whispered. Fuck me like you’re paying two hundred grand for it.”
Mike scooped her up and Lisa squealed with delight. He carried her into the dining room and threw her on a sturdy table. She leaned up on her elbows, thrusting her breasts towards him. He looked her up and down, and then pushed down his shorts. He stepped forward, and with certain hands spread Lisa’s legs apart.
“Fuck me,” Lisa ordered. “Make me earn it.”
Mike reached down, and peeled her soaking panties to the side. He teased her pussy for a second with the tip of his long, thin cock. Rubbing it against her, watching her.
Lisa didn’t break eye contact. “Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Finally, Mike thrust deep inside of her. The entire length of his cock slide in, and Lisa threw her head back and screamed with joy.
He drank her in with his eyes as he thrust into her, biting his bottom lip. He watched her lips tremble in ecstasy as he pushed his cock deep into her. The straps of the suspenders rubbed over her nipples, keeping her perky round breasts in place and he plunged into her. He ran his thumbs over her ribs, in the space where the rise of her tits made a space between her stomach and the straps. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her, and she squealed with delight.
Lisa wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep into her with her ankles at the small of his back. “Fuck me,” she told him, her voice husky with desire. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” He grabbed her ass and lifted her off the table, driving deep into her, and holding it there. She clasped tight around him, and nearly lost her balance, perched up on her elbows, as she came. As the waves of it washed over her, she screamed out happily. When it passed, she collapsed, her shoulder blades pressing into the cold wood of the table.
Mike wasn’t done. Her legs were still around him, and he stepped in closer. He held her by her waist, and plowed down into her. She gasped with joy as he kept fucking her, and she squeezed him, both with her pussy and with her legs, thrusting her hips back against him as best as she could from this position. She grabbed the edge of the table for traction, and started pounding back against him. Slippery with sweat, they pressed together and came apart, hard and fierce, again and again.
While deep inside Lisa, Mike stepped forward, and then climbed up onto the table. With his knees, he spread her legs wider, and pushed directly down into her. Lisa cried out with pleasure. Mike reached up, under her back, and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against him as he pounded away. He started putting his weight on her, pinning her to the table, holding her in place and her fucked her. Lisa couldn’t form words anymore, aching for the deep, deep thrusts.
She felt him tense, and then explode inside of her. She found herself screaming with joy, cumming with him, pressing herself against him, pushing every inch of her skin against every inch of his. He nearly collapsed on top of her, and keep the length of his member buried in her. She panted in his ear, lost in pleasure for a moment, and then pressed one of her shoulders against his, indicating she wanted him to roll over.
He obliged, and a moment later, she was straddling over him. Lazily, his hands wandered up to the clasp of the suspenders. His fingers traced her skin on either side. He was going limp inside of her, and Lisa swirled and twisted with her hips. “Are you done already?” she purred. She felt him twitch with excitement inside of her for a moment, but his eyes meet hers lazily.
“I don’t think I have anything left,” he sighed.
Lisa slipped his half hard cock out of her, and eased herself off the edge of the dining table. She got her feet on the floor. She placed his member between her tits, and pouted at him. “Are you sure?” she pouted. He nodded. Lisa started at the base and licked from the base up to the tip, tasting her own juices mixed with his salty seed. “Really?” His cock twitched under her treatment, but failed to stand up again.
“Sorry, that’s it.”
“Fine,” Lisa said decisively. She headed back to the entry way, and bent at the waist to pick up her coat, giving Mike a perfect view of her round little ass, their rough fucking having pulled most of the lacy panties into her ass crack. She stood back up. “I’ll be back after I see that first check.” She put the coat back on and walked out the front door.
The cab was waiting, and as she got closer, the certainty she’d been feeling started to vanish. She realized how naked she was, under this short coat, and what she had just done. She didn’t flirt with the driver on the too long drive back to her place. She curled up confused, going over what had just happened in her head. She felt more than a little ashamed, at what she had just done, and every time she saw the driver readjust his mirror to see her bare thighs. She realized she was also still horny as hell, and the more she thought about how embarrassing the whole thing was, the hornier she got.
When they arrived at the townhouse, she just assumed the fare was taken care of, and hurried inside. Erostopholes was inside on the coach, reading, looking now like a man in a suit instead of a demon. “What the hell was that?” Lisa found herself shouting. Then she blushed as her coat fell open, and she tried to be mad, not ashamed, and not hoping she was exciting him.
“What you wanted. Soon, you will receive an enormous paycheck.”
“I thought this was supposed to be magic!”
“Pet,” Erostopholes walked to her as he spoke, and wrapped an arm around her, leading her into the couch. “It is. He is the man who can make you rich. I am a demon of lust, and any magic I grant you comes from sex. He was the one, who could give you what you want, for something you could give him.”
He sat down, and pulled her into his lap, and started stroking her hair. She tried not to enjoy it. “Isn’t this just prostitution.”
“No. You fucked him once, and he will make you wealthy for life. If anything, it’s more like marriage, except you have no vows.”
“And him?”
“Don’t give him another thought, pet.” The master kissed her on the neck, and a little gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.
“Still, where was the magic?”
“Did you not find yourself knowing exactly what to do for him?” Lisa nodded. The Master ran his hand gently down her back, and unclasped the suspenders. There was a feeling of release as the wen loose. He carefully undressed her as he spoke. “You just filled his deepest desire, and in exchange, he will feel compelled to do what you need him to. There’s two things at work here.” He stood her up, and ran his fingertips down her sides, hooking them into the panties and pulling them down. “The first is the Sublimation, where you release yourself, and become a vessel for the other’s pleasure. It’s a gift I’ve given you. If you ever wish, you can chose to let go, and you will find yourself knowing how to please another, and be pleased in equal measure.
He began to unroll the stockings. “And the second?”
“The Geas. He gets nothing for you for free, my pet.” She stood naked before him, and he pulled her back into his lap. “You told him what he must give you. His thoughts will be consumed with it until he completes it. Anytime you make a demand of someone, and bring them to orgasm, they will be forced to obey.”
“This still doesn’t sound much like magic.”
“Wait until the first check appears.”
Lisa sighed. “And then I have to go fuck him again.”
“Never,” the Master smiled. He kissed her passionately, and she turned, straddling him. “You will never see him again, but he will provide the exorbitant salary you requested.”
Lisa reached down, and undid Erostopholes belt. She tugged on his pants, and his thick cock sprang free. “Okay,” she said, blushing a little as she climbed onto it. “But I want the next magic you show me to be more…”
“Showy?” he said as he gently rose into her. Lisa bit her lip and nodded. “Spectacular?” He pushed deeper into her. She exhaled happily. “Consider it done.
A few hours later, Mike stood up from his computer. He had just finished setting up the fund transfers he needed. The company in out of the Cayman Islands, which officially provided several IT services for various semi-defunct departments around the city, had just finished hiring Lisa Meyer as its new Director of Records for two million four hundred thousand dollars per year, paid monthly. He sighed, as he was now making almost nothing for all his efforts to embezzle. Then he thought of the perfect woman fucking him on his dining room table and grinned. It was going to be worth it.
He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie, and headed out the front door. He was pleasantly exhausted, and just wanted to grab a Gatorade from the Seven-Eleven down the street. Then he would down it, go to bed, and dream of next month, when the girl would be back, at least if she didn’t want him to cancel that cheque.
He was lost in thought as he crossed the street, and didn’t notice the cab speeding towards him, ignoring the stop sign. Mike was dead before he hit the ground, and no one saw who did it.
It was a slow day, and Lisa found herself bored that cold Thursday afternoon. Not that she had done much work since she found the book, but she liked it busy. She liked that Tammy and Linda never asked her for help, because she could stare them down. She liked bossing around Josh, her boss, sending him on errands while she played on the internet, flashing him a quick smile or a little leg to keep him off her case.
But today, there was nothing. Linda sat at the front desk, flipping through a dog eared book she pulled out of her purse. Josh was pretending to clean his desk, but every time Lisa glanced up at him, his eyes shot down. She assumed it was because he was staring at her cleavage, in the low V-cut scarlet sweater she was wearing, but she wasn’t even having fun teasing him.
Realizing trying to entertain herself with Facebook and Twitter had become useless, she got up to do something she hadn’t done in weeks; her job. There were only ten books to be re-shelved, but she took the cart and headed out into the library with a sigh. She was wearing a short black skirt that barely covered the curve of her ass, and there was no one to see as she swished her way through the stacks of books.
She was halfway done when she turned a corner near the back of the library and found the Master casually perusing a book. He was fully human now, the handsome young man in a dark grey suit. He smiled cruelly at her and beaconed her over as he put the book down on the shelf. A shiver of excitement went down her side as she slid toward him. She wrapped her wrists together behind his neck and purred “To what do I owe the pleasure.”
“You’re bored. I’ve come to stimulate you.” His fingers started tracing their way up the outside of her legs. They roamed up under her skirt, and he gave her rump a quick squeeze. Lisa squeaked out a surprised laugh and then regained her composure. Then he reached up a little higher, and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly breathless.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he chided, and gave her a quick smack on the rump that tingled more than hurt. Then he slipped her panties down her legs, kneeling as he did, guiding them off over her shoes. Lisa glanced quickly over to the end of the aisle, and then looked back down at Erostopholes.
She wasn’t sure where he hid her underwear when she looked away, but it was gone now. He reached up and took one of her hands by the wrist, and guided it down to her sex. “It’s play time now, pet. Play for me.”
Blood rushed to Lisa’s cheeks as she began to run her finger tips down over her skirt, pressing it against her. Her hands danced cautiously over her inner thighs, trilling her skirt upwards. Erostopholes face was inches away from her, and she could feel his breath quicken. Lisa hiked her skirt up a little higher, giving him a better view. She started rubbing her hand in quick, tight little circles around her outer lips. Spreading herself with two fingers, she almost lost herself in joy, when a sound a few stacks over distracted her.
“What was…” she started to ask, but the Master surged forward, his rough tongue sliding along her slit, nearly blanking her mind. He reached up and grasped her ass, pushing his face hard between her legs. She started to lose her balance, and stumbled back towards the metal bookshelf with a clatter. The demon lifted her onto this face, pushing a leg over each of his shoulders, so she was literally riding his face.
“Everything alright back there?” Came a male voice.
“Fi-fine!” Lisa called. The Master’s tongue was washing over her aggressively as she tried to speak, and she prayed whomever she was talking to wasn’t too curious. “Just about stumbled. That’s a-all.” The last word came out almost more as a moan than words.
With both her hands holding her up on the cold metal shelf, all she could do was let Erostopholes bounce her up and down, his long, clever tongue sliding quickly in and out of her, wide and flat against her one moment, long and deep in her another. Her breathing started to come in quick gasps. She looked down at him, glad to have her long dark hair covering her face, just in case anyone saw them.
With a long stroke, he slipped his tongue out of her, along the length of her pussy, and without letting go of her ass, stood up. He took a step forward, and set her down on the cold metal bookshelf. She felt an involuntary shriek trying to slip out, and Lisa jammed two fingers of a balled fist in her mouth and bit on them to keep it quiet.
One of his hands still clenched her buttocks, but the other let her go, and started undoing his belt. Lisa began desperately working the buttons on his shirt at the same time, opening it to see his well sculpted torso. The tip of his cock pressed against her, and she could feel his pulse straining through it. Her ankles were on his shoulders still, and while she desperately wanted to wriggle forward, to start taking that massive member into her, she didn’t have the leverage. She started sliding one of her legs own, but looked into his eyes, and saw this was about to anger him. She kept it on his shoulder. They stayed locked in the moment of anticipation.
“Please,” she begged, chewing on her lip. That made his pulse quicken, and he pressed a bit more against her. She gasped and he stopped. “Oh, please, Master. Please fuck me here. I want to feel all of you.”
Slowly, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. One long, inexorable stroke, inch by inch, he entered her. She was found that she was not as scared of his long, thick cock as she had once been. Now she craved it. Her pussy ached for it. When he finally finished pushing it into her, when the last inch was between her legs, she sighed.
She started to grind against him, feeling his hips on the back of her legs, gasping with pleasure as quietly as she could with that huge dick in her cunt. “Thank you,” she whispered.
His half smile formed, as he slipped out, and then pushed back in, a bit faster. Stroke after stroke he picked up speed, and Lisa’s breathing was getting louder and more laboured as he fucked her. He grabbed her skirt, and threw it aside. He pulled up her sweater, and watched her gorgeous round tits bounce with his ever increasing rhythm.
As he pounded into her, faster and faster, she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. His perfect abs pressed against her soft stomach each time he plunged hilt deep into her, folding her nearly in half with her ankles on his shoulders. She found herself biting her fist again, trying to keep herself quiet.
Just as she was about to cum, the Master wrapped a hand around her throat and started to squeeze. She had just been gasping for breath, and now, nothing came. She was helpless, and he smiled cruelly, as he kept fucking her. Lisa’s head went light, and then an explosive orgasm sundered through her entire being. It rushed through her, and her toes curled until they ached.
When he finally let her go, she stumbled to her knees. Her legs trembled. She hungrily gasped for air, and it was a moment before she realized he had vanished. She sat on the floor, recovering, smiling to herself. After a moment, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get it back under control.
Then she looked around for her skirt. It was nowhere to be seen.
Lisa glanced across the centre aisle, to see if the Master had thrown it over there. It wasn’t there. Carefully, she eased towards the centre aisle, the long open pathway that cut through the whole first floor. It went all the way to the doors at the front, past the desk where one of her coworkers would be sitting. Every patron of the library could see straight down that aisle. She tugged at the front of her sweater, pulling it down to cover herself, but doing so exposed her ass. She couldn’t walk out of the library without something else. Keeping her front covered, she peeked down the aisle. A couple of college students were gossiping together halfway to the front of the building. She would probably need to wait until the library closed to get out without being seen.
*CLICK*
The electric sound of a cell phone imitating an old style camera echoed behind her. She felt her face burn with shame as she slowly turned to see a college guy in a flannel shirt with a raised camera phone, grinning. Despite her blush, she composed herself as best she could. “I want you to erase that picture.”
“I’m sure you do,” the guy chuckled. He was cute, in a very everyday sort of way. She probably wouldn’t have noticed him normally, not anymore, but his self-satisfied smirk was cute. She let go of the hem of her sweater, letting him steal a glance at her well-kept landing strip.
“I’ll make you a deal. You give me that phone. You let me erase that picture.”
“And what do I get?” He asked.
Lisa stepped right up to him, her lips parted slightly like she was going to kiss him. She snaked her head around for a moment, and he when he moved to kiss her, she dodged him, and smiled. She shook her head at him, and then slowly knelt down before him, her hands trailing down his chest, across his stomach, to his belt. She traced the emerging bulge of his manhood through his pants. She grinned up at him. Then she undid his belt with her teeth.
“Give me the camera, and I will suck you off, right here.”
He nodded dumbly at her. Lisa tugged his pants down, and his cock sprung to attention. It wasn’t impressive, not compared to what she had seen recently, just a nice, average dick. This would be easy, compared to servicing the Master. Her lips still slightly apart, she blew softly on it, and the guy moaned, almost too loud. She leaned in, but pulled back just before the tip met her lips. She placed her forearm against his stomach. “Phone,” she ordered.
He handed it to her, and as soon as her fingers wrapped around it, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Bobbing slowly, with little droplets of drool dribbling down her chin, she saw him close his eyes, and reach for the bookshelf behind him for balance. As he enjoyed the steady rhythm of her back and forth, her tongue teasing his length, she played with the phone. Instead of just deleting her own picture, she decided to just delete all the files of the phone. Serves the fucker right, she thought. Then she placed it face down on the floor, and started concentrating on taking his length all the way down her throat.
He sighed happily as she began bobbing faster. Her lips kissed the skin at the base of his member, and his hand came to the side of her face, his palm gently against her cheek, guiding her, urging her to slow down just a little. He began to mutter “Oh yeah, you fucking slut, suck that dick. Suck it, suck it, suck it.” She rolled her eyes, but found her pussy started to ache the more he called her a slut, or ordered her to suck his dick. Soon, both hands were playing with herself, teasing her own clit and slipping between her swollen lips as she sucked him.
Suddenly, he pushed her back, grabbed his cock in his hand, and started to stroke. With a muffled grunt, a quick spray of semen flashed across her face, and drippled down her cheek, just missing her sweater where it dribbled between her tits. Another quick spurt splashed across the bridge of her nose, and she rushed forward to catch the rest of his load in her mouth. It would be easier than cleaning herself before she left. As she swallowed the last quick spurts, she realized she still needed to get out of the library. She started scooping the cum of her face with her fingers and feeding it to herself, as she stared at his wide shoulders, and realized she could make a serviceable wrap, one that would get her out of the building, from his shirt.
“Give me your shirt,” she ordered. The guy was leaning against the bookshelf. He opened his sleepy eyes slowly, and looked down at her, scooping his seed from her cleavage and swallowing it. His dick twitched and started to harden again.
“No way,” he said, trying to sound as if there was no chance.
Lisa smiled at him. “Maybe we could make another deal,” she purred at him. She stretched out on the floor, her round ass in the air, pointed at him, her fingers stretching her aching pussy lips wide. Her shoulders were on the rough carpet of the library floor, as was one cheek. Looking up at him, presenting herself, she asked “Is there really no way I can get that shirt?”