Robert Vickers

Bondage girl

CHAPTER ONE

He had a hard-on. She looked again at the man standing in front of her and almost laughed in his face. Sandy Kramer felt nothing but contempt for this mouse of a man. He hardly merited her attention. But she figured that, since she had caught him embezzling money, she could play it for all it was worth and get her rocks off at the same time.

"You're pathetic," she said, her voice icy with scorn. "I don't know how a human being like you survives. Can you hold your head up at all? Damn it, you dumb cocksucker, answer me!"

"Yes," he said, but his voice was weak. He folded his hands in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on. The more he tried to keep his prick down, the harder it got. He didn't understand why this should happen. Of all the account executives at Marrick, Vickers and Woodward stock brokers, why did it have to be this bitch who found his book-juggling? Sandy Kramer had the reputation of being the coldest, meanest, most nasty-tongued of all the executives.

Still, something about this woman aroused the man sexually. She hadn't reached her high position without being domineering and heartless. He couldn't keep his hard-on a secret from her much longer. If she continued berating him and telling him what a worthless piece of shit he was, he night even come in his pants.

"You're lousy too. You can't even steal and do it right. What good are you? No good!" she raged. She felt her tits begin to rise and fall as she worked herself into a rampaging anger. It felt good. She knew her tits were enticing the man and causing his cock to stiffen.

To torment him further, she leaned forward at her desk to give him a good look at the tops of her creamy tits. She never wore a bra. She had found that it gave her an added advantage when dealing with men. They couldn't take their eyes off her tits long enough to figure out she was fucking them over in whatever business deal they were negotiating.

Sandy was very proud of her tits. She knew that her tits were absolutely splendid and she did anything she could to flaunt them. Bigger than a mouthful, her tits were silky and conical and capped with hard nipples which made some men almost blow their wads just seeing them poking hard against the thin blouses she wore.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, managing to get the top button of her blouse undone. The sides of her tits were clearly visible to the man she and run a hand down her warm and wanton cleavage and to enjoy the female warmth she had to offer.

If only he were man enough to do it.

He stood in front of her, staring, his mouth gaping slightly. He fumbled around at his crotch, frying vainly to hide his erection from her. She would have laughed at him, except she found her breath coming faster and her cunt beginning to feel the sensation of sexual arousal.