"Lets play a game then. Here are the rules. I take my clothes off. You cannot touch me unless I give you permission. You cannot touch yourself unless I give you permission. You do not speak unless I give you permission. If you break the rules, I get to punish you. If you follow the rules, maybe we play another game. Got it, precious?"
I didn't know what to do.
"I said GOT IT!?" She shouted, grabbing me by the balls.
"Yes!" I squeaked.
"Good" she said in a no-nonsense voice. She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me to the computer room. "Take off your fucking clothes! Faster! As much as you've stared at me, I'd think you'd be eager to play this game, you fucking pervert." I stripped as fast as I could, but it didn't seem good enough. "Not only are you a sick fucking pervert, you're also a weak pussy of a pervert. A real man would have gotten out of his clothes like he gave a fuck. I'm out of here."
"Please, no. I want this. I need this. Please, don't go . . ."
"Begging, not exactly the mark of a great man. Still, at least you know your place. OK, sit the fuck down in that office chair. And remember, you break the rules, you pay the price."
With that, she flipped on the music player on the computer and started swaying to a kind of funky jazz remix. I was in awe. Her red tank top could barely contain her massive titties. Her black booty shorts were a fraction of an inch from showing her slit. Candice ran her hands up from her thighs, lifting her shirt just enough to give me a peek of her tummy. Candice wasn't the modern kind of six-pack sexy--she had a softness, a give in her body that was incredibly sexy. She let her shirt fall and kept her hands moving north, caressing her tits a little, and still north, lifting her hair with one hand and dropping the other back to her belly. All the while she kept rolling to the sultry jazz beat.
She wiggled her way around to show me her ass. Her booty shorts let her cheeks peek out, and showed more about her body than they hid. Her ass was big and round jiggled as she swayed. Candice let her other hand fall to her waist and sort of gave herself a hug, then lifted her tank top over head in one smooth motion. Her back was still to me, but I could see the sides of her tits swaying in time with the music. Against my will, my hand slid down to my cock and started to stroke it. It felt like it was throbbing, and I could feel the precum starting to ooze from the head. I kept going, sure Candice wouldn't notice.
Big mistake. Candice turned to flaunt her fantastic tits and saw me holding my cock.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screamed at me, slapping me hard across the face to emphasize every word. "You know the rules. Are you fucking stupid, or just that much of a fucking pervert that you can't keep your hands off you package? You've got one more chance, shithead. Follow the rules, or pay the fucking price!"
"Y-yes Candice". I mumbled. The humiliation I took should have knocked the lust right out of me. Instead, I was harder than ever. "P-please keep dancing. I promise I'll be good."
"Yeah? You like to see me dance? Even if you can't touch that puny cock?"
"Yes. Please."
"No, you stupid shit. You're so fucking dumb, you don't even know what you want. You want to fuck me. Admit it!"
"Yes . . ."
"Maybe later. If you keep your promise and obey the rules. For now, I've got other plans for you . . ." |