When you’re a receptionist at your husband’s office, you don’t see much glamour. But the newest client was a rare exception. I drank her in as she leaned over my desk, signing a cheque. In her red lipstick and white fur coat, she was a raven-haired vision. “Is it real?” I said. “The fur?”
She shook her head, her smile kinking at the corner. “I don’t wear animals. I’m an animal myself.” She gave a slow wink that made my nipples hard. “What about you?” she asked, letting her gaze hover around the opening of my blouse. “I bet you’re an animal, too.”
“Perhaps.” I smiled, feeling the frisson between us. “My animal side wishes I had a coat like yours.”
“If you did,” she said, leaning in close, “you’d have to go bare underneath.”
I laughed. “Did you really just say that?”
“Absolutely,” said the woman, standing up and undoing each fur-covered button. Then, holding my gaze, she opened the coat wide.
Underneath, she was gloriously naked.
The world went still as I stared down her magnificent body, the skin so smooth and flawless that it glowed. She had large breasts with hard pink nipples, not to mention curvaceous hips and a sleek cunt that was entirely waxed. All she was wearing, other than the coat, was a pair of flesh-colored stockings, teamed with a suspender belt and stilettos. I think I made a noise as I stared at her—some kind of involuntary gasp. I felt the excitement deep in my pussy. I burned for this woman. Clearly, during her appointment, she’d sat opposite my husband, bare beneath her coat. The brazenness! It was perfect. My husband would have taken her over his knee, had he known.
I started to rock my hips, aware that I could climax—that’s how aroused I was.
“See?” said the woman, pulling the coat shut. “You should let me show you again sometime.” Then she gave a sparkle. “How rude. Aren’t I just begging for a spanking?” With that, she turned and raised the back of the coat just enough that I could see her shapely buttocks. Glancing back, she said, “Look up my number and use it. You know I deserve it.”
As she left, I yanked up my skirt, leaned back in my seat, and touched myself before coming so deeply that I cried out.
It was only later, over dinner at home, that my husband told me he’d heard my cries from his office where he was on Skype with a woman. “It sounded like you were coming.” His blue eyes were bright with desire. “Fuck, it made me hard.”
I told him the story. By the time I’d finished, he was glaring at me in that dom-hard way of his. “Oh God,” he said. “I wish I’d seen.” He took a rough breath. “Get up, dirty girl. Take off your skirt and lean over the table.”
There, in the living room, he fucked me like a stallion, and I came hard.
We obsessed about it for days. In the end, I agreed that I’d call her. It would be out of the question for my husband to approach a client, but me? She’d already given her consent.
When I called, she said, “Let’s do it at the office. Bring your husband. He can watch.” Then we discussed the scene.
The following evening, beneath the bright office lights, the dark-haired woman joined us. She knew my husband was watching from behind the doorway that led to his office. She winked in his direction as she undid her buttons before dropping her fake fur to the floor. I watched, captivated, lust throbbing in my cunt, as I peeled off my dress. My husband had chosen my outfit: a black satin corset, stockings, stilettos, and a long, black silicone cock bobbing in its harness. I felt powerful and horny.
My husband loved to see me like this.
The woman stared me up and down before I grabbed her by the waist. She rubbed her bare body onto me, her nipples growing hard as I whispered, “My husband wants me to punish you.”
“I bet he does,” she said, glancing in his direction.
I had her throw her fur coat over my office desk, fur side up, before I bent her over it. There, I spanked her perfect buttocks, again and again, my fingertips seeking out the wetness of her pussy. Oh, how she moaned! With each spank, I told her what a harlot she was for meeting with my husband while scantily clad. I got her to say she was sorry, but she spoke sullenly, so I spanked her so hard that she joyfully cried out.
I heard my husband moan from behind the doorway. The sound was followed by the jangling of his belt.
“You’re hardly worth punishing,” I told the woman, my voice threatening. “I might as well stop now.”
She craned her neck to look back at me, her dark eyes sultry. “I need this.” She closed her eyes, lips parted, as if allowing pleasure to course through her. “I go everywhere naked under my coat,” she said, “but no one’s ever told me not to. I need someone to be harsh with me.” She gazed at me, playing the part perfectly. “Will you?”
I bound her wrists with one of my husband’s ties, then sat on the edge of the desk. There, I sat her in my lap, facing me, slid her onto my cock, and used her like a doll. With her arms held above her head, I lifted her up and down, letting her feel the full length of my tool. “This’ll show you,” I told her. “Take it!” Harder and harder I went, calling her filthy, making her tell me how dirty she was. Her breasts bounced in my face, until she came with such force that, even through the harness, I felt her deep spasm
I was ready to change the scene, but suddenly she started to thrust her hips again, whipping herself from my clutches and using her own wild rhythm. Fighting my need to come, I called her depraved, spanked her, and pulled at her hair. “Call me ‘boss,’” I yelled.
“Boss!” she cried. “I’m sorry, boss!”
From the doorway, my husband groaned, “Fuck.”
“You really are filthy, aren’t you,” I said, fighting my threatening climax. “You should thank me.”
“Thank you,” she gasped.
I pulled her hair. “Say it properly!”
“Thank you, boss!” She came once more, screaming with glee, clasping my shoulders as the spasms trembled through her. She sobbed as if she’d never felt such pleasure. If it wasn’t for the rapture in her eyes, I might have thought she was weeping.
My husband made me wait until we got home before he let me come, but he wasted no time once we were through the front door. There, in the hallway, he made me strip, got me on all fours, then slid his cock inside me. He took me in a frenzy, over and over, making me retell the whole sweet story. We came so deeply and loudly, so many times, that the neighbors came and knocked on the door—yet still he pounded into me, and still we came.
All because of her.