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Lunchtime Vignette

He hurried to her apartment as soon as he could. The message on
his pager had just said "Be here soonest for lunch." When she
opened the door for him, she quietly pointed to the side room
where the computer and her toys were kept. Knowing the routine,
he went into that room, half-noticing the active chat session on
the monitor. He took off his clothes (hanging them in the
closet) and lay on the floor with his legs spread and his hands
folded behind his head.

She walked into the room, unsmiling, dressed down in jeans and
sweatshirt and carrying the thin stranded flogger and an
adjustable cock ring. As always, his cock rose at the sight of
her. She knelt by his waist and fondled "her cock", then
suddenly slapped him *hard* on the balls. His vision clouded as
his stomach lurched, and by the time the shock and initial pain
had faded she had put the cock ring around his shaft and
throbbing balls.

She twirled the flogger until it made a whistling sound in the
air, then brought it down over his chest until the tips barely
scr*ped his nipples in passing. She angled the strands one way
and the other, covering his chest with bright red lines that
quickly faded, moving the flogger downward to leave similar marks
on his belly. His erection had grown back through this and he
struggled to keep from moving his hips, knowing how keenly those
nylon strands would bite into his cock.

She pulled the flogger back and paused, admiring her handiwork.
She reached down to trace some of the lines on his belly and his
body quivered in response. Satisfied, she unfastened her pants
and slid them down to the floor. She had nothing on beneath -
the dark curls between her thighs glistened in the light. She
stood over him, presenting her ass for his attention, and kneeled
slowly taking his cock in her hand and holding it at the most
convenient angle for her.

He gasped as she sank down onto him and started a slow
up-and-down movement. Her anus winked obscenely open and closed
at him, and he licked his lips absent-mindedly. Not for the
first time he both thanked and cursed the cock ring - it kept him
hard for her, but the longer she rode him the more sensitive and
painful the head of his cock became. She knew this, of course -
she had used her little vibrator to bring herself to a quick
shivering cum right before he got to the apartment, just so she
could last longer with him inside her.

He watched helplessly, toes curled, wishing she would at least
allow him to lift his hands to touch her as she grunted and moved
faster on top of him. He winced as she squeezed her cunt around
his cock, then felt her spasms as she began to cum. His cock
throbbed painfully now, swollen and trapped as she rubbed one
hand over her clit and screamed out her pleasure, again and
again. Finally she rolled off to one side, leaving his cock to
slap stickily against his belly. There was a time of silence,
broken only by the paired sounds of heavy breathing - one from
passion denied and one from pleasure taken.

She stood on wobbly legs and left the room for a moment,
returning briefly with a damp washcloth. She took the head of
his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then
released it and cleaned his groin of her juices. She then lay
down on top of him and kissed him deeply, rocking her now-clean
crotch against his still pulsing cock. "I just love having
take-out," she purred. "Hope you don't get into an accident with
that on the way back to work!"

And with that she left the room. The clock on the wall told him
he'd have just enough time to get dressed and get back for his
afternoon meeting - but only enough time for that.

Lying in her bed, softly stroking between her legs, she heard the
door close behind him and imagined what he would be like until he
could remove the cock ring. She wondered which of the
secretaries in his office would call her later with a detailed
personal report...


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