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  CHOKE ME

  SPANK ME

  PULL MY HAIR

  BY: NICETY

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  Copyright © 2013

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  Nicety

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  Choke Me

  He crept around to my side of the bed as I slept. I pretended that I was sleep unaware of his actions as he kneeled down beside me, gently pulling the warm blanket from my backside. My brown round cheeks were revealed as he stood there basking in their plumped beauty. He leaned in planting soft moist kisses on my ass making sure to suck firmly yet gently. I squirmed a bit trying to hold my composure but then he began making a circular motion with his tongue I had never felt before.

  And then it happened. He used his large masculine hands to separate my cheeks, massaging strongly as he rested his long wet tongue in between them. Licking up and down like he was licking ice cream from a cone, he sent a sensation through my body like none other. I thought I would cum just from this alone. Aggghhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Yes, baby! Yes! I awake in a warm sweat breathing heavily, rubbing my tits and then down to my clit to check for creamy goodness. It was there. I turned to my left startled by him hawking me down with a look that could burn a hole through glass.

  "The fuck were you dreaming about? Hollering all loud and shit." He snapped as he turns over unbelievably pissed.

  It didn't bother me as I lay back down, smiling. He knew as well as I did that it wasn't about him. I turned over staring out of the window praying for daylight so I could head off to work to see him again. He was the only young and fine ass male executive on my floor; the others were older with one foot in the retirement home with one of them being his dad. Every time he walked by the smell of Dolce & Gabbana flowed through my nostrils intoxicating me with every whiff. I wanted to rub my clit until it burst every time I smelled it. I knew it well because the tanned Caucasian log lying next to me wore it everyday. Probably for the bitch he was cheating on me with.

  That next morning I rose sexually frustrated but optimistic that today would be life changing. I showered and dressed in a snap then made sure my hair was pinned in a ponytail perfectly and my eyeliner was drawn quite finely. I made sure my eye shadow painted a dazzling picture for my eyes and my lipstick was deep red giving my lips that come hither look. He dressed in his tight fitting “come do me” gray business suit with his short dark hair combed down instead of spiked like usual. He changed his look more often nowadays, which sent my intuition into overdrive.

  “What time will you be home this evening?” He asked sipping coffee from his mug that I had conveniently poured for him.

  “Around eightish.” I replied straightening my navy pencil skirt as I rose to pour my coffee out in the sink.

  “That’s too late. Try to get here earlier.”

  “If I don’t get off til late then there’s nothing I can do.” I snarled as I turned to watch him exit the kitchen and slam the front door.

  He drove me insane with that bullshit. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the Benz. As I drove I couldn’t help but hear the faint sound of my moaning in my head from the dream last night. Agh! Ohhh! It was very soft and wet my panties before I could even pull into the parking lot of the law firm. There was no time to pull myself together because I was already late as hell. I had to block the sounds out of my mind and race to the tenth floor before my boss got there. Aggghh! Fuck! I could feel his rock hard dick inside me, pounding and tapping my uterus sending chills down my legs. I clenched my belly and pressed on to the elevator.

  “Good morning, Starla.” He said turning to wait for the same elevator as me.

  “Good morning, Mr. Jacobs.” I responded wishing like hell the thoughts of him would exit my brain especially since he stood right next to me.

  “Please, Starla, just call me Chino. Mr. Jacobs is my old man.” He chuckled.

  “Oh, sorry, Chino.” I smiled.

  It came and we entered. The elevator was empty so we were all alone, the two of us, with our thoughts staring up watching as the numbers escalated. He was so sexy on this day, more than the others. I thought I would cum on myself and it would ooze down my leg before I could get to the bathroom to clean it up. That smell. Oh my gosh, that smell made me feel like I was going to melt. The muscles in his hand as he clenched his bag only assured me as to how strong he would be able to palm my ass cheeks if he wanted. I bet he could pick me up and place me on his shoulders to feast. I wanted his buttery tanned Caucasian skin caressing the inside of my thighs. I wanted his nice fat bulge pressing against my face. The feeling of saliva felt as if it were creeping out of the crevices of my mouth. DING!

  “Aren’t you coming?” He asked as he exited the elevator.

  “You bet I am.” Oh my gosh, did I just say that? I was startled, still lost in my thoughts. “I mean, yes. Sure.”

  Nice save. Image was everything in this law firm, so was professionalism. I didn’t want a client to see me in my disheveled state and think that this firm wasn’t about their business. I had to calm down. I could feel my Kegels kicking in, which only made the problem worse. My desk was only a few feet away so as long as he didn’t need me to do anything for him I was fine. I made it without an incident and logged onto my computer ready to get the day started. He stood a few steps away chatting it up with one of the partners of the firm. I could hear them chuckle about the fine job he was doing and they wanted to have breakfast with him Friday morning. Immediately I set a calendar reminder for Thursday evening just like he liked so he wouldn’t miss it. He was such a hard worker he deserved to have someone who was on top of all of his needs without fail.

  “Starla, can you—“

  “Already done sir.” I couldn’t look him in his eye as he passed but I had to admit that in my dreamy state, his voice startled me.

  “Ah, well done. Way to be on your game.”

  I snickered silently. Chino went in his office and sat back at his desk grinning from ear to ear. I looked in staring at him grateful for the wondrous view I had of his bulky chest and green eyes. He looked up noticing my watch as I hurriedly turned back to my computer to pretend to be doing some work. He rose making his way to the door. If he closed it he would tear my heart in two since he would be blocking my view of his beautiful body.

  “Uh, Starla.”

  “Yes?” I answered quickly.

  “Hold all my calls ‘til lunch and I need that Stabler deposition asap.”

  “Yes sir, right away.”

  “Thanks.” He grimaced as he closed the door.

  1pm, lunchtime and it seemed to come quickly as I typed the last few words on the deposition. I thought
I’d never get done. Chino’s door remained closed for the entire four hours of the day. It was unlike him and I was deathly afraid of knocking on the door to disturb him but he requested the deposition immediately. My fingertips touched the door fiddling before gathering up the courage to knock on it. Knock, knock.

  “Sir, I just—“ I gasped nearly dropping the folder full of papers in my arm and catching them just in time.

  “What? Don’t you know how to knock?” Chino whispered angrily as he pulled his pants up.

  “I’m sorry, I thought I did knock.”

  “Come in and shut the damn door.”

  I was amazed at the scene before me wondering if he had been in the office the entire day masturbating to what looked like Bangin’ Big Booty Beauties on his computer screen. It was hard not to see the big ass title when I tossed the folder on his desk using that as an excuse to get a look at his package. Questions lingered in my head but I was too afraid to ask them. The walls in the large sized office felt like they were closing in even though there wasn’t much in there but a long mahogany wood desk, a bar and a few file cabinets.

  “You finished the deposition rather late don’t you think?” He asked tucking his shirt back into his newly buckled pants.

  “Sorry sir. I was unable to finish yesterday and since Wednesdays are my long days, I figured I'd just knock it out the park today.“

  “I could care less about excuses Starla. If you want to get a raise from me then you need to step your game up. Otherwise, you’re going to be stuck with chump change. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir.” I grumbled as I angrily headed for the door.

  “Do I detect an attitude in your voice, Starla?” Chino asked sternly standing, placing his hands on his hips.

  “Uh, no sir. I was merely responding to your question.” I fidgeted.

  “Responding to my question, eh.”

  I knew I was fired. He walked over to me with the most sinister look on his face and all I could think to do was close my eyes and pray that he would just yell in my face rather than tell me to pack my shit and go. I felt like I wanted to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness the only way I knew how but he was standing so close that I could not move. The sweet smell of the vanilla mocha coffee on his breath filled my nasal passages immensely.

  “It seems to me that Starla is being insubordinate. Is that what’s going on here?” Chino asked.

  “No, sir. I would never—“

  “Oh I think you are. Do you want to be tossed out on your ass quicker than a rat in a restaurant?”

  “Hehe.”

  “That’s funny?”

  My nipples were erect. I could feel them rubbing against my lace bra and through my silk shirt. I knew they were visible and as they continued to grow so did the tingling in my panties. He never budged or took his hands off of his hips, confusing the shit out of me. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there before I came on myself in his office.

  “No sir. It’s not funny at all, sir.”

  “Get your ass over to that desk.” Chino snapped pushing me on my arm over to his desk. “You think you’re bad, huh?”

  “No sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Shut up!”

  Chino reached down hiking my long black pencil skirt up around my waist then leaning in allowing his breath to run rampant along my neck. He sucked on my left earlobe as I exhaled fond of every bit of his soft warm tongue on my skin. The thought of him being my boss and we being in his office only crossed my mind for a brief second. His fingers crept down pulling my pink lace panties to the side twiddling my pearl like it was a fiddle. My heart raced as I leaned back on the desk spreading my legs for him to get a better feel. I respired pulling him in closer while he sucked on my neck casually biting only hard enough to send slight pain signals to my clit. I loved it.

  “Bad girls need to be punished.” Chino whispered in an erotic tone.

  “Oooo, yes! Punish me baby.”

  He pushed me back on the desk forcefully yet gently as not to make me hit the back of my head on the desk. My arms pushed all of his papers, nameplate, and pencil holder onto the floor without delay. I sprouted my legs up in the air pulling my panties all the way over as I awaited his hefty schlong to enter me. His thick hard dick slapped against my pussy as soon as he released it from its cage. He took it and slapped it on me a few more times alerting me that it was time to take the pounding that my pussy was so readily deserving.

  “You want this dick? Huh?”

  “Yes baby, yes!” I breathed leaning up on my elbows yearning for him to be inside of me.

  “Rub that pussy. Get it ready for me.”

  I did as I was told. I flicked my pearl with my fingertips forcing my temperature to raise a few more notches.

  “Ooo, shit. My pussy is so wet right now.”

  “Shut up!” He demanded austerely.

  Finally he raised my legs placing them on his shoulders locking me into his grasp. He maneuvered his self into me with one slide of his waist easily then pumped slowly like he was filling me up. I lied all the way down on the desk pressing my back against it while I lifted my shirt above my head tossing it behind me on the floor. My perfect C cup breasts bounced up and down hard as he banged the shit out of my cleanly shaved opening. My pink lace bra drove him crazy as he planted his face in between my tits nice and firmly rubbing and washing his face in them.

  “Take ‘em out.” He moaned as I did as I was instructed.

  When Chino’s warm tongue hit my nipples my pussy spewed out gooey wetness all over him permitting him to drive deeper inside of me. It felt so damn good that I grabbed his head to keep him there, never wanting it to end. After a few more rough licks, Chino wiggled out of my grasp never skipping a beat on his penetration of my sweet tight pussy. He leaned up licking his thumb ensuring that it was nice and moist then used it to rub against my pearl sending shots of bliss through my thick waist and up to my tits. I leaned forward as far as I could and pressed my tits towards my mouth licking my nipples for increased pleasure. It was happening. I didn’t think about anything or anyone, I was finally getting the pleasure I had longed for. It was hard trying to be quiet in his office but I did my best, moaning in silence.

  “I’m bout to cum baby!” I exhaled in pure satisfaction.

  “Did I tell you to cum? Huh?” Chino snapped.

  I was confused. I thought that was the ultimate goal. I looked up into his face watching as his expression went from pissed to infuriated. I tried like hell to hold back but the pleasure shooting through my clitoris was begging to come out. It was yearning, pushing, and his very thick seven-inch dick threatened to force it up out of me. But as a woman I held it.

  “You cum when the fuck I tell you to cum. You got it?” Chino snapped again.

  He grabbed both of my legs wrapping them in the form of pretzel then leaned forward grasping my neck roughly yet gently. Breathing was not a problem and I didn’t feel as though I was chocking either. It was very sensual and seductive, the way he massaged my neck as he pumped harder and harder into my loveliness. His muscles flexed and sweat droplets formed on his face as I reached up to his short fine black hair running my fingers through it, massaging his head like an expert masseuse.

  “Now, you can cum.” He said, as his grip on my neck grew tighter. “We gon’ cum together.

  My lips couldn’t speak. My mind was too engulfed in the fact that his hands were becoming tighter and tighter around my neck. It was a little scary but I trusted him. I trusted that he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt me and I had to admit this was damn erotic. I released his head grabbing my tits then rubbing my nipples adoring the tingling sensation being sent throughout my body. It was all too much but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

  “Agggh! Ooooo! Aggghhhh!!” I moaned feeling my clit about to burst as he pumped faster and harder and faster and harder. “Fuck me, baby! Yeah! Yeah!”

  “Shh.” He said squeezing my neck tighter and tighter no
w only massaging with his thumbs as he banged me harder. “Take this dick.”

  “Oh my go—.” I gasped.

  The tighter he squeezed my neck the more my pussy throbbed. The danger and excitement of it all is what turned me on the most. My cum was rising again and this time I was ready to let it burst all of over his hardened manhood. He was hunched over locked, dog fucking me and I could not be freer. I allowed him to take me, to take my body and do with it what he willed. He lied on my tits sucking on my right nipple sending my cum right on out gushing and splashing all on his dick as he forced it. It was beautiful as I exhaled impressed that he was this damn good, my thighs trembling from the act.

  “Ahhh!” He bellowed rather loudly pressing in as hard as he could shooting his shot deeply inside of me. “Damn baby. That’s some fire ass pussy you got there. It’s so nice and wet and tight.”

  He collapsed right on top of me, gradually releasing his grip and pressing his head in between my plumped girls and extending his tongue out to pleasure my left nipple. I was worn out, no good, exhausted but it slowly began to dawn on me that I had the rest of the workday to get through. I dreaded it so. That shit felt so good and his tongue on my tit felt like heaven, I was hoping he was starting another round. I raised my leg up realizing that his schlong was still lost inside of me. Damn, that was good dick.

  “Alright. You’d better get back out there and get to work.” Chino said rising to straighten his clothes.

  “Oh…ok. I guess.” I felt cheap, like a whore. But I guess I couldn’t feel any other way having just fucked my boss on his desk. “I’ll just be right out here if, if you need me.”

  I felt like I wanted to cry so badly but I couldn’t, not in front of him and definitely not at the office. There was no way I would let anyone see that my feelings were hurt. I tried not to even utter a sniffle. With my clothes fixed decently back on my body, I checked my hair in the mirror design on his wall. My hand was right on the doorknob and as I opened it I could already feel the leering eyes on the other side of the door began to pierce through my soul and whisper about what went on between us.