master manipulator
He accosted me upon entering my door. From behind, he pulled me hard against him, tilting my head to my left, up towards his face with his hand wide, wrapped around my neck and jaw. Six and a half feet tall, with broadness to match, he dwarfed me with his presence, using this to easily manipulate me physically. He reached his free hand down my shorts and roughly fingered me. The aggression made my knees buckle and I slipped towards the floor, but with thick arms, he held me upright as to not allow me to escape the rough fondling. His eyes rolled up as he pressed his nose and lips into the side of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair.
I thrashed my arm out, which was pinned under his, but this only resulted in him pulling me in harder against his body and painfully thrusting another finger in with the other two. Instictively, this challenged me to thrash around harder, but he only then wrapped his left arm around my torso, restraining me at the crooks of my arms. He spun me around and stared at me with a repulsing smirk of pleasure while my eyes retorted in fuming ire. He leaned in for a kiss and I reactively turned my chin up and away, shielding skin of neck with a curtain of flaxen hair. With that challenge, he pushed me down the hall towards the empty room.
He dragged me over to the bare office desk and bent me over it. With his fingers, he spread my cheeks and lips apart and gently stretched my vagina open with two fingers before entering with his cock. Quickly, he sped up this debaucherous practice, thrusting deeply.
Tom pinned me so tightly against the desk, ramming cock inside, that I was held up off the ground, suspended. I pointed my toes like a ballerina and still couldn’t reach the floor. His hand pushed firmly on my back maintaining my position on the desk, and unnessecary move, a move to assert further control.
Despite Tom’s ability to overpower me, I attempted to push him off of me. Lest he forget, this arrangement was on my terms, and I wanted to masturbate now. I righted myself while he was still pressed against my back. I faced him and shoved him backwards. I kicked the office chair out in front of me and it rolled forward across the wood floors several feet away.
“Sit down.” I demanded, firmly. I lied down on the ground and walked my feet apart exposing myself to him with thighs wide. He made to pull his cock out and I kicked him hard in the shin, reminding him that he wasn’t allowed to get off yet. Immediately, I regretted inviting him. I could’ve done this myself, and better, rather that make haste of it all, just to spend quickly and get him out of here sooner. I am powerful and self-sufficient and now I’m going to show Tom that I didn’t need him. Show him how much better I could fuck myself then he could fuck me.
With the vibrator on and at work with the dildo, I let out many harmonic moans. While my instrument was gasping and screaming, I braced, shook, and slammed my head back. In masturbation, I become a show; a vocal and bodily display of self expression. I closed my eyes and saw Joe, not Tom. I saw Joe’s hips thrusting hard between my thighs, his hind muscles flexing hard with each push, his kind eyes stoking my fire while he hovered over me with hot breath, propped on elbows by my ears, forearms guarding my head. I spent all over the floor. The fluid ran down from between my legs. I slowed down and paused within the contractions of my orgasm.
“Keep going. You’re not done yet. I know you can come again.” I held the dildo pressed deep inside, orgasming further from the contractions around the shaft. My hips lifted up off the ground as I arched my back. My eyes rolled back and I whispered Joe’s name.
Tom tried to take hold and pilot the dildo, sensing I was elsewhere, unpresent and escaping inwards towards better thoughts. He aimed to remind me of his presence.
“No!” I said and he pulled the dildo out and put it down. He began to rub the inside of my thighs while I was laying back with closed eyes, blissfully playing with my clit. I smacked his hand away. How dare Tom take me away from Joe?
Tom lunged forward and pushed my left thigh across my body to the right and spanked me hard for my insubordination. Fuck him. I hate him. He took away my toys and entered me again with his cock. He pinned my hands on the floor at my ears and stared me in the eyes, seeking to make a connection. Denying him the satisfaction, I regained mental control to combat his physical control with my own powers of manipulation. I closed my eyes and pictured Joe’s kind eyes.
I gasped out Joe’s name, barely audible. Tom ravished my vagina with his cock. I said his name again, louder, as I sucked in air. I ignored Tom’s inquiries as he pounded away. Then I yelled it. I yelled Joe’s name. I spent between my legs and my pussy contracted hard around, regrettably, Tom’s cock.