One of his hands slid softly down my body, seeking the pool of warmth between my legs. I couldn’t control my reaction; I tilted my hips up so he would get there faster. I felt him give a small chuckle, but I didn’t care if he was laughing at me. I wanted to get that feeling back, anyway I could.
After just a couple of slides through my pussy, he withdrew that magic hand. “Take off your shirt and bra,” he ordered.
I have never taken off my clothes so quickly!
“Now, turn around,” he ordered. His voice was soft, but I could hear the steel underneath. I slowly turned partway around, ashamed to show him all of me. I knew I had a pretty good body, but I had been brought up knowing that I should never share it with anyone, until I was married. As I said before, no one had seen me unclothed for a very, very long time. I stayed on my knees, putting my bum down on my heels, hoping he wouldn’t look too closely.
That wasn’t good enough for him. “Get up,” he barked. I stood up slowly, what now?
“Sit on my desk,” he said, clearing a spot for me to sit on. At least now I had my legs closed, I sighed in relief.
My relief was short lived. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he told me to move further back on the desk. When I was about 12” in from the edge, he made me lean back and take my weight on my hands. My breasts were now jutting out, firm and proud, on show for him to look at. Then, in a way that brought all my embarrassment flooding back into me, he lifted my feet, put them just in front of my ass, and made me spread my knees as far apart as possible.
Now it wasn’t the pain in my ass that made me cry, it was the utter humiliation of this degrading position. I was sitting completely nude on this man’s desk, all my attributes on show, while he started at me, still completely dressed. The pain in my ass was still present, more noticable now that I was sitting on it, and not being distracted by anything else. I couldn’t stop the tears that trickled down my face.
He spoke again. “Do you want to leave? Do you want to go home?”
I moved my knees together, and tipped my head down to cover my shame. “Yes,” I whispered back. “Please let me leave now.”
“Sure,” he agreed easily. “Just give me your home phone number, so I can let your parents know what you’ve been up to.”
I glared at him, as angry as I’ve ever been. “What? I took your punishment, did what you said, let you look at me. That’s enough!”
He came closer to me, and ran his fingernails lightly up my leg. “Oh no, I’m not finished with you yet, young thief.” Just that light touch was enough to ignite the flame inside me again. I gasped, and he gave an all knowing smile. “Don’t you want to finish it?” he asked me. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to go all the way?”
Somehow, his fingers were buried in my cunt again; I couldn’t have said no for all the money in the world. I did want to know what it felt like to go further; it was like a drug I had to have. I tried to tell myself that I’d done enough for today, that I could wait for something more, but by the time I’d had the thought, I was already bucking under his expert hand.
It was such a strange feeling, it was like I didn’t have any control over my body. If he moved his fingers at all, I twitched and shuddered. It was facinating, in a very scarey way. I had wondered what the girls at school had felt when they had sex, and now I was starting to know.
Then he decided to embarrass me even more. I think he must have known I had been humiliated when he looked at my body, and now he wanted to make it worse.
“Push your boobs out further,” he urged me. “I wanna look at them.”
“Screw off.” I swore at him.
A few long slow passes of his fingers changed my mind, and I found myself forcing my chest as far out as it would go. The tingling inside was taking me over; the shudders were coming closer and closer together. As he stopped moving inside me, I panted for breath. I knew something was going to happen soon; it was like I could feel it building up inside. I had no idea what an orgasm felt like, I’d never read a really good description, but I really wanted to feel one. I wriggled against his fingers to try to force one, but it only made him pull his fingers away. I couldn’t believe it when I heard myself whimpering for him to come back and touch my private parts again. Once again, my face flushed red.