Tease the Bull...

"He's already in this morning." Libby announced softly, as I entered her little domain. "He's his usual yummy self."

She gave me a knowing little leering smile.

"What the Hell." I thought to myself, "I can't believe she just said that. He'd probably boot her cute little possibly bisexual ass out of here in a heartbeat if he heard that."

David was sitting at his desk when I went in. He looked up, smiled and greeted me, and gave me a quick rundown on his past week as I filled his coffee cup and mine.

I had gone into my duties and was soon caught up to the point where I could begin having a little fun. I decided to start things off right. Today was going to be a shoeless day. Of course, I was going to make a pretty good production about removing them. Even though I'd only worn them a brief while, it would feel soooo very good. This would, of course, require a great deal of flexing of my feet and the wiggling of my toes. My sidewise glance at David was quite fulfilling when I reached the zenith of the show. He was quite obviously enjoying the view. I had returned my gaze to the paperwork on my desk. In my mind however, I had him helpless on his back, tickling the head of his large manhood with my nylon covered toes as he begged me to give him some relief. My entire center seemed to go warm as I felt that familiar wetness begin in my freshly shaved pussy. Clenching my thighs together sent an electric tingling through me. I had to calm down a bit. I was going to mess around and have an orgasm right here at the desk. That certainly wouldn't do!

My fantasy was interrupted by David's voice as he keyed the intercom.

"Mrs. Fielding," he cheerfully requested, "Would you be so kind as to hold all my calls for the next little bit. Also, make sure that I'm not interrupted for anything short of a fire in the building."

"Yes Mr. Farris." I heard her cute little reply, "Your wish is my command."

"Mrs. Hamilton, could I ask for your help with something?" he asked with a strange look on his face.

"Why certainly David." I answered hesitantly, catching a little late the sudden formality around here.

"I don't want to make you at all uncomfortable." he said as he strode toward the other room, "There's something back here I've just got to show you."

It was a strange request. I'd only been back in that area a few times, and never with him. But then the whole morning had been strange. There had been Libby's unusual remark this morning. As I had already mentioned, there was the weird formality to both Libby and myself. It all had me just a bit dazed. So without even thinking I just stood up and preceded him into the room.

It was then that I noticed something definitely out of order. As I stood beside the bed, David looming behind me, I noticed four black leather restraints. One was coming from each corner of the bed attached to black nylon rope. Before I could even react, in the sluggish state I was in that morning, David had swept down the zipper at the back of my dress and slid it over my shoulders. Before it even had time to settle around my ankles, he had flipped me upward onto the bed and started putting the restraints on my wrists.

Bewildered, ashamed, and blushing furiously, I made a vain attempt to get free and cover my exposed body. In no time flat I was bound, hand and foot on my back, legs spread wide. He had stuffed two large pillows under my neck and upper back so that my head was inclined. I noted that my feet were elevated as well.

"David please let me go." I looked up at him pleading. "I'm a married woman; you shouldn't be doing this to me."

"You're a married woman?" he looked down on me with a nasty little chuckle, "Why didn't you remember that while you've been teasing the hell out of me all this time?"

I was speechless for a moment, looking up in shock as he pressed on.

"You think I didn't see you watching me? Do you really believe that I was dumb enough to buy that all those things you were suddenly doing were a coincidence? Your dresses were suddenly getting shorter, showing me all that leg everyday. All that damn shoe play that was driving me up the wall too. And you knew it was getting to me when you'd wiggle your sexy little feet and toes around as well. Hell, you even brushed your tits on my arms a few times."

"David, I'm so sorry." I tried desperately to plead with him again, "I don't know what got into me. It was just some silly teasing and I let it get out of hand. I never meant for things to go this far though. Turn me loose and nobody will know. I'll quit my job if you want."

"Oh, I know what got into you, or rather what's going to get into you." He replied softly as he slowly admired my body. "You ever hear that old saying, 'You mess with the bull, you get the horns?' Well Kyran, you teased the bull, now you're going to get the horn."

David began leisurely removing his clothing. In less time than I could have believed, he had stripped to his skin, placing his clothing neatly on the chair beside the bed. When he turned around and faced me I took a quick involuntary breath.

His body was tanned, well muscled, and heavily tattooed. He even had the six pack abs that men work out so hard to achieve. As scared and humiliated as I was, I couldn't help but look to that piece of flesh that had engineered my downfall. It was already proudly erect. It had to have been nearly ten inches long with a slight upward curve. It was at least three inches longer than my husband's and considerably thicker as well. It was heavily veined with a large reddish purple head. His testicles were equally large. It was no real surprise that he had no hair anywhere on his body.

"David, for God's sake stop this." I cried out as I once again tried to back this fantasy, turned nightmare around, "I'll scream. Libby will hear me. I'll tell everyone who'll listen that you raped me. You'll go to jail. Just let me go home to my husband and all this will just go away."

"Got it all figured out don't you." He smiled triumphantly, "Actually, there are a few holes in your plan. First of all, I wouldn't count on sweet little Libby out there. Who do you think has been relieving all the stress you've been building up? Her old man's a long haul trucker and he just isn't around enough for a wild little unit like her. Hell, it was actually her that talked me into dealing you out some much deserved payback. Of course, the fact that she's batting for both teams might have a lot to do with her thinking. She's probably thinking with you tied up, she might get to come in and play a little herself."

"Now as for telling everybody, that would be a really bad move. You're thinking like a woman, not a man. How's your hubby going to feel when he finds out? Is he going to believe you? Let me ask you this? Since all this started, have you been fucking his brains out? Doing new things you didn't do in bed with him before. Hell, I can see right now that you're wearing, or not wearing, some awfully delicious things to work under your clothes. Young lady, that all screams affair to a husband."

"As for informing the police, that dog won't hunt either. Our little buddy Libby out there is all set to testify cheerfully that you and I have been doing some awfully naughty things that she has seen with her own eyes. For instance, she's seen you more than once coming out from under my desk, between my legs. She's seen you kiss me. She's seen you with your hand down in my pants. Of course, you two being such good friends, you've had to tell her all the juicy details so she could experience the fun without having to cheat on her husband."

"I know you're wondering why I'm going to do this. Well, I'll admit that I'm not exactly being a gentleman here. I wanted to fuck you silly the first time I laid eyes on you, to be sure. Normally, you would never have suspected that. You see, two things have changed. First, when you started this up I stopped seeing you as the innocent little businesslike wife I hired. Second and most important is the fact that I know damn well that you want this just as bad as I do. Just keep in mind, I didn't start this, you did."

I was quivering like a leaf in the wind as he casually strolled around all three sides of the bed, gazing lustily over every inch of my exposed body. My mind was racing with thoughts I never should have had to deal with. He was right, of course, about all of it. I had painted myself into a corner. He was going to have his way with me, first of all. Given the present circumstances, that much was unavoidable. It was also true that it was my own reckless behavior that had me in this mess. The third thing that was true was that I didn't have a prayer of doing anything about it after. He was right. If I cried rape, I'd look like a fool. No, worse than that. I'd look like a whore who had started up a fling with her boss, cheating on her husband, and then had tried to get revenge when said boss tried to end the affair. In my husband's eyes, my accusation of being forced into this would just look like damage control to protect my marriage from my own slutty behavior.

The practical side of my mind tried to rise up and save me. It told me that this was going to happen, that it was beyond my control. It advised me that in just a little while this would be over. I could get a new job and never come back here again. I could give Will some excuse for needing to change paths, and just live with the guilt of my actions. I would try and salvage some self respect, however. I didn't have to give him the satisfaction of me participating in this or enjoying myself at all. There was another part of my mind fighting toward the surface though. The part of me that had gotten me here to begin with wanted him to do things to me, and was damn sure going to enjoy it all. He was now kneeling on the bed in front of my right foot, that big cock only inches away from touching me. I thought of all the times I had dreamed of that very thing happening for real and felt myself slipping further toward the dark side.

"My God, Kyran." He hoarsely whispered, "Those sexy little feet of yours look so good. I've had to watch helplessly while you tortured me with them, and now here they are. They're all mine now. Guess what I want first Kyran?"

"What are you going to do David?" I asked in a croaking whisper, "Please don't touch me with your...big...thing."

"Mmnn, excellent idea." He whispered, "I bet that would feel so nice. Glad you thought of it."

What I had experienced in fantasy just a while ago at my desk was now somewhat being fulfilled. The irony was not lost on me that the shoe was on the other foot in this version, if you'll pardon a bad pun. His big hands held my foot securely while he began to slowly stroke his big cock up and down the sole. I could especially feel the bulbous head as it travelled along. He was quite obviously enjoying himself. I realized to my everlasting shame that, unfortunately, so was I. This was so deliciously wicked and wrong.

"Somebody please...help me," I whispered, unconvincingly, trying to push him away, "You...mustn't... do this to me. Oh, you're...an...animal. You're...a pervert."

"Oh Kyran?" he asked me with a dreamy smile on his face, "There's a question I forgot to ask you. I sincerely hope you'll say yes. I've been very curious all this time you see. Are you, perhaps, ticklish?"

"No!" I pleaded, "Please...not that. I beg of you!"

The answer to his question was, of course, yes. I was ticklish in a great many places, especially my feet. From my response, he knew it. He seamlessly added the new to the old. He merely released his right hand from holding my foot and began using it for his new purpose. The restraint and his left hand were enough to keep me helpless. He began rapidly scrabbling his fingernails up and down the sensitive arch at the side of my foot adjacent to the sole.

The response was just as he intended. I tried to fight it. I gritted my teeth. I did my best to pretend it wasn't bothering me in the slightest. A giggle slipped out, then a few more. I tried to wiggle my foot away to no avail, which probably only served to stimulate him even more. Seconds later, I was laughing full out, while my body bucked on the bed. He would move the attack to the sole next, right next to where he was still stroking his big cock. Then he would go back to the arch again. He would also tickle the sensitive area just below the base of my toes. He would stop tickling for a few seconds to give me a chance to breathe, and before I could even begin to take the time to beg for mercy, he would start all over again. I felt I was losing my mind. To my horror I realized that this was actually turning me on even more! My nipples were standing up, and my pussy was getting soaking wet. He finally stopped enough to let me get my breathing under control.

"I'm so happy we're doing this Kyran." David teased, still stroking slowly, "It's so fun. It feels even better than I imagined. It's so fun watching your sexy body thrashing around. Hell, you even sound great. You have such a sexy laugh when you're being tickled."

"David, please!" I begged shamelessly, "I can't take it anymore."

"Well, you do have another option." He advised with a grin.

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"I'll stop if you want to suck my dick instead."

"No! Not that. Please don't make me do that!"

"That was the wrong answer, Kyran."

With that, the attack was back on. I thrashed, I twisted, I laughed until I couldn't breathe. This time the breaks he gave me for breathing were further between and of shorter duration. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the maddening assault stopped.

"Okay...I'll...I'll do it. I'll do anything. Just please stop tickling me!"

With that he began slowly coming up the bed on his knees toward me, a smile of lust mixed with triumph on his face. His big cock was actually swaying back and forth as he moved. This would hardly be the best blowjob I'd ever given. For starters, I'd never tried oral on a big one like this. There was also the fact that the position I was in was less than ideal for this. The position of the pillows behind me, I now realized with a crimson flush, had been thought out with that in mind. He planned that so I would have some freedom of movement so I could suck him. The crimson flush got even deeper as I realized that a very strong part of me wanted to suck that big cock. It was just so big and hard and...beautiful. It looked even better than I had imagined it in my fantasies. Now there it was, right in front of my face. I just gave up and let the depraved part of me take over.

I closed my eyes and began tentatively kissing and licking all along the underside. He helped me with this by slowly drawing it back and forth as I did so. When I reached the base I took each separate testicle into my mouth and softly licked and sucked them. Once I again reached the shaft he began drawing back so I could make my way toward the head. His right hand had reached down and he began to softly stroke my left breast. He would open his big hand up enough to nearly palm it like a basketball, and then he would softly pull his fingers up simultaneously, finishing this off with a gentle squeezing, twisting motion on my nipple. It felt heavenly. I began licking and teasing the underside of his manhood at the glans and was rewarded by hearing him softly moan. When I had finally reached the end, I opened wide and drew him in.

I could only handle a few inches of him, but I did my best, drawing him in until it hit my gag reflex. I tried to make up for the lack of depth by using my tongue to its best advantage. I was obviously scoring points by the sounds and facial expressions he was making. He decided to help me out by using his free left hand to stroke back and forth along his shaft as I sucked with abandon, my head travelling as far as its limited freedom to move would allow. I obviously was doing far better than I thought, because it didn't seem to take all that long. I suddenly felt his cock swell, and his body vibrate. I knew he was about to flood me and I did my best to prepare, choking up toward the head so I had room to swallow. I managed to swallow every trace of him as he trembled through his orgasm.

Suddenly, he was lying beside me. It was here that he surprised me. I expected him to be rough and uncaring with me. To the contrary, he began to softly and hungrily kiss me, our tongues entwined. He explored my ears, my neck, and began slowly kissing and sucking his way toward my breasts. I was in an absolute state of rapture as his mouth softly began to suck at my right breast. His hand left off its work at my left breast and began slowly tracing its way to my steaming wet pussy. His fingers had no sooner begun to strum away down there before I had a sudden and violent orgasm.

He was playing me like a musical instrument. I felt his hungry mouth and tongue eventually moving southward as his fingers continued to work. I was pitching my head left and right and babbling nonsensically. My pussy felt like it was boiling. When his skilled tongue finally began lapping away at my wet slit, it felt like the top of my head was blowing off. I lost count of the orgasms as he let his tongue and his fingers do a dual assault on my hot, wet sex. His tongue lightly tickled the sides and the tip of my swollen clit, while his large finger slid back and forth inside me, stroking away at my G spot. With yet another heavy orgasm, I nearly felt my consciousness slip away.

I soon thereafter felt him moving on top of me again, his large body moving to place his big cock at the entrance to my pussy. He began to tease me with it, drawing the head up and down along the sopping wet slit. Each time the head touched my clit, my hips would buck up toward him, in an attempt to capture him.

"Oh no you don't." he teased, "I'm not just going to stick it in. You've got to tell me you want it. I want to hear you say it."

"Oh, please David. I want it so bad. I need it. Please fuck me. I beg you to fuck me. Make me your little whore. Put your big, beautiful dick in my wet little married pussy and fuck me!"

He went in slow, giving me time to adjust to his size. I actually came as he was putting it in, before he had even bumped up against my cervix. After giving me a few moments to settle down he began slowly stroking away. He would gradually speed up, and then he would slow to a mere crawl. It excited me, filled me like never before. My rapture was now coming in waves, my body jerking in orgasmic delight as I thrust my hips up to meet him with each stroke. My God, it had never been like this before. I was so full; his big cock was hitting nerve endings that I didn't know I had.

Morality was a foreign concept now. I no longer cared. All I wanted was this feeling. I would do anything for it. I would have let David fuck me in front of Will, in front of my parents. Hell, I would have let him fuck me at high noon on First and Main, and give him a week to draw a crowd. My former plan to go home in shame and never come back was gone. I would be here every day, if he wanted. I'd work in nothing but my stockings and garter belt if he asked. I was his toy now, and that depraved thought only excited me that much more.

"Who does that sweet little hot pussy belong to now?" he asked softly, seemingly reading my thoughts.

"It's your pussy David." I moaned, "It's yours lover, whenever you want it."

David finally gave out a strangled moan, shuddered deeply, and coated the walls of my pussy with his cum. As he rolled off me with a sigh, I was greeted to a new surprise. Sitting in an armchair at the foot of the bed was Libby. She was naked, save for her stockings and garter belt, her shapely legs thrown up over the arms of the chair. The fingers of one hand played with a lush breast, the fingers of the other hand tickled away at a very wet pussy.