Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)(182)

My heart skips a beat and my dark eyes widen. Is he saying what I think he is?!

"To make this easier on you, and because I'm such a good guy, I'll also  give you a raise. But only if you do absolutely everything I tell you to  do, without question and without attitude." He moves in close to me,  looking into my eyes. His cheekbones look sharp in the lighting. "Do you  agree to my terms, or should I call the police?"

I can't move. I can barely breathe. My hand comes up to my chest and I  lean over, trying to force air into my lungs. Mr. Rodin picks up his  cell phone, his lips again pressed into a hard line. He swipes his thumb  against the screen. "No, wait!" I yell. He stops, his blue eyes  flicking up to mine. "I agree."

His lip twitches into a wicked smile. I feel nauseous and my head feels fuzzy.

"Stand up."

As I scramble to my feet, he stands as well. Next to him, I am very  short. He grabs my arm and forces me to turn around, facing his desk.  Pressing against my shoulders, he forces me to bend over until my  breasts press against the desk and my ass is in the air.

Warm fingers press against my inner thigh, kneading into my dark skin. I  want to move away, to turn around and slap him. That's not an option. A  small gust of air flows over my ass as my skirt is flipped up and over  my ass. For a second I'm thankful that I wore my best panties today.  They're pretty and pink, bikini-bottom style.

Mr. Rodin's hands knead into my ass cheeks, and rub over them gently.  It's kind of like a massage, which I can't help but enjoy after a few  hours of cleaning. When he pulls my panties down, though, I clench my  ass cheeks together and gasp. My hands ball up into fists and I close my  eyes, waiting for his next move.

WHACK!

The first slap on my ass brings me painfully back to reality. The second  knocks the wind out of my lungs, forcing me to gasp again. Mr. Rodin  brings his hand down over and over again, pummeling my ass until tears  sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. "Please, stop!" I cry, sniffling.  I try to get away from him, but his strong hand grabs my arm and keeps  me painfully still as he spanks me.

"You don't get to tell me when to stop, you slutty thief!" WHACK! WHACK!  Each word is punctuated with another slap. "I'll stop once you've  learned your lesson!" Again, he slaps my ass with my force now. I squeal  and cry, in the back of my mind knowing my butt's going to be bright  red and painful for hours after this punishment.

Even further back in my mind, I secretly like it.

The spankings stop, and for a brief second I'm allowed to catch my  breath. My butt cheeks sting so bad I can't hold back a few sobs. His  hand gently, tenderly caresses my ass cheeks. It hurts, but it's  soothing at the same time. Moving down slowly, his fingers press against  my vulva, sliding up and down my pussy lips. "You're shaved. And wet,  too."

He slaps his fingers against my vulva, just hard enough for it to sting.  Circling his fingers around my clitoris, he presses hard. I wiggle my  ass in response, enjoying the feeling. I blush, and I moan.

But then he slaps my clit with two fingers. The pain and pleasure mix  and force me to orgasm instantly, my toes curling and my teeth  clenching. He pulls his hand away from me, spinning me to face him. My  knees wiggle beneath me, because they are weak. He presses down on my  shoulder.

"Suck my cock."

I'm mortified, my mouth dropping open, but there's nothing I can do. I  slowly go down to my knees, my mouth at the same height as the tent in  his pants. I become acutely aware of the fact that yes, I am actually  wet. My panties are still down around my thighs, and my wetness  threatens to drip down my ebony skin and onto the floor. And who would  have to clean that up? Certainly not Mr. Rodin.

I watch Mr. Rodin's hands unbutton his pants, the brass button of his  black slacks popping out of the hole. Slowly, he pulls the brass zipper  down. Zzzzzip! And down come his pants, leaving him in boxer briefs, a  steel gray color and tight enough for his bulge to be obvious. There's a  small wet spot where the tip of his cock touched and left a bit of  precum, evidence of his arousal. From a foot away, I can smell his  manliness. It's clean, but still masculine.

Still, despite my horniness, I don't want to put him in my mouth. I  whimper and look up at him with pleading eyes, which he ignores. I  resist when his hand presses against my head, his fingers tangling in my  hair, the ponytail now loose. He sighs, pulling back that same hand and  snapping it against my cheek. The slap shocks me.

"Stop resisting," he commands.

Tears sting my eyes again. I allow him to push my head forward. My mouth  opens and I stick my tongue out slightly, wetting his skin as his  large, hard cock moves into my mouth. I press my taste buds against his  skin, swirling my tongue against him. He twitches, and lets out a small  moan. I slide my tongue all around the base of his cock, stimulating him  the way I read about in the fashion magazines I browse while shopping.  Slowly, I let his shaft penetrate my throat.

I'm surprised to find I don't have much of a gag reflex. He presses my  head down, burying my nose into his pubic hair. My mouth has completely  engulfed his prick. I hold my breath as long as I can, but still he  doesn't let up and I start to struggle. Eventually, he lets me up to  breathe, giving me a moment to collect myself.

On my own, I grab his cock and swirl my tongue around the ridge of his  cock head. This makes him groan and sigh before he presses my head back  down and making me deep throat him again. After a while I get used to  this pattern, holding my breath as long as I can and then pulling up. He  speeds up, his eyes rolling back into his head as he groans. He humps  his hips up toward my face, fucking my mouth as if it were a pussy. The  lewdness of this is making me so horny that I have to squeeze my thighs  together, which sends a shock of pleasure through my body.

After a while, I begin to wonder if he's going to cum in my mouth, but  as soon as he gets too lose, he pushes me away. "Stand back up,  Solange."

I do. I'm just as invested in this now as he is. I'm actually excited to see where this will go next.

"From now on, when I tell you to do something, you will say 'Yes, sir,' is that understood?"

I nod. He's turning into a real Dom here! "Yes, sir."

"Every day that you are here and do everything I tell you without error, I will give you a 50 cent raise."

I nod again, squeezing my thighs once more and holding back a moan. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now turn around and lift up your ass, you fucking slut."

The harsh language turns me on, making my stomach jump with excitement.  This makes me hesitate, but before he can reprimand me, I turn around  and say once more, "Yes, sir."

I arch my back and lift my ass in the air. Being this exposed feels so  naughty, so wrong. He touches me again, his fingers slipping up and down  my wet vulva before pressing against my stiff clitoris. Mr. Rodin moves  his fingers in a circle against my sensitive button, making me wiggle  and gasp. I can't help but moan in response.         

     



 

Mr. Rodin steps up closer to me and slaps his cock against my pussy a  few times, the meaty instrument hitting my slit. I'm so eager to have  him in me that I'm actually shaking, and almost ready to beg him when he  finally presses his cock against my opening. My fingers and toes curl  at the size of him.

The pressure is almost too much, but before too long his cock head pops  inside of me and slowly sinks in. I slowly breathe out as he fills me.  Oh god that feels good.

He bottoms out on me, only his balls out of me now. His cock rests  gently against my cervix until he pulls out slowly. His cock thrusts  back in, his hands holding my hips. His strong hands, guiding me so that  I move in time with him. Moving slowly at first, the feeling is  luxurious. My tits swing below me, and my eyes flutter with each gasp.

Reaching under me, he grabs my tits. His thrusts go fast and shallow as  he pinches my nipples, making them hard. I can feel everything inside me  start to tighten, and tingle. My body is taking control now, my orgasm  unavoidable.

My juices droll down his cock. I bite my lip and let out a muffled moan  as his cock continues to pleasure me, fucking me faster and harder now  as he races towards his own orgasm. I feel like I'm exploding, my pussy  is twitching and my nipples are tingling. "Oh god!" I cry as my knees  shake beneath me.

And then he cums, his hot stream of semen hitting my walls and sending  me instantly into another orgasm. My hips instinctively buck back into  him as he shoots 5 or 6 strings of cum deep into me.

He grunts with his last bit of cum and pulls out. "Get on the floor and clean me up," he commands.

"Yes, sir." I turn around and fall to the floor, still horny but  slavishly licking and sucking my own juices off of his prick. I lick his  balls and his thighs before he pulls away and pulls his boxers and  pants back up.

"I think that will do for today, Solange. I'll see you tomorrow."