BEND OVER
codes: m/f
BEND OVER
by Matthew Coleman©
Bobby sat at his desk smoking. His dark hair was slicked back as his lips sucked in
the fumes that gently poured from the end of his cigar. He was debonair, and as
smooth as marble.
The door to his office was knocked.
Bobby looked up. A brilliant smiled flashed upon his face. His mind quivered with
expectation. For she was there, he just knew it, waiting beyond that door that stood in
front of him. He took one final drag from his cigar before extinguishing it.
“Come on in.”
The door slowly opened . . .
In she came, dressed from head to foot exuding lust, a visual walking erection maker.
She stopped in front of the desk. Bobby told her sternly that she could not sit down. He
got up and walked toward her, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He stopped
behind her and ran his fingers over the bare flesh of her neck. She closed her eyes and
felt the soft spiralling of his fingertips.
He bent her over the desk and told her to keep still. He told her to put the palms of her
hands face down on the desk and to hold them there. He told her not to move them. He
told her to do as he said when he said it. Once that was said aloud the roles were now
distinguished. He was in no rush. Bobby felt no need to finish this quickly. He ran his
hand up and down the side of her body, feeling the curvature of her form. He wanted to
take her roughly, he finally decided to himself. He felt an urge to control her. To
dominate her movements and what she felt at what time.
His hand went down between her thighs and with one sure and swift movement he
hoisted her skirt up. He sank down to his knees. His fingers pulled aside her panties.
She was already damp, he noticed. His tongue licked between her buttocks whilst his
fingers probed the saturated lips of her sex. His tongue worked the sensitive skin
between her anus and her quim, which quivered to the tweaking of his fingertips every
time he squeezed her clitoris. He could feel an animalism building within him. He
lapped away furiously between her buttocks. The animalism was now taking over
Bobby. He was famished and her cunt was his sustenance. Everything ceased to be
but the connection he felt right then and there. Stuck to her cunt with that taste and that
smell he felt wild inside, utterly and completely wild. He slipped in two fingers and
began circling the walls inside. He heard her gasping ahead. The panting noises that
she made were interspersed with the sound of the loose papers on his desk being
screwed up as she gripped them tightly in her hands. He ordered her to let go of the
paper. He told her that she was to keep her hands flat down on the wood and to not
move them an inch. She let go of them. Bobby pulled his fingers out and with his free
hand he pulled out his prick. It hung there with an impressive solidity. He moved
around to the other side of the desk and dangled it in front of her lips. She opened her
mouth wide like a good girl. Bobby grabbed her by the back of her hair as he slipped in
some of his inches. She slurped away on his cock. Sucking at it with a sureness, with
the certainty of someone who loved doing it. And a man can tell this, for he knows with
straight certainty whether or not the one who is sucking away likes sucking away, for it
makes a hell of a difference. Bobby watched his cock sliding in and out of her lips. He
felt his prick growing even bigger. He felt it throbbing upon her soft moist tongue and he
flashed his brilliant smile to himself.
Bobby told her he thought her about ready. He told her that he was going to take her
from behind, very gently at first though. For she had to wait to feel it all fill her. He would
do it ever so slowly and not give her more than three inches. He wanted her to sweat.
He told her he wanted her to be on the verge of hysteria, for it was on that verge, and
only on that verge, that he would fuck the hell out of her until she erupted. It would be
the only way. She nodded her head. Seemed they had a deal. He could read it in her
eyes that she would do anything. That she would take what he dished out and that this
was why she was here. Submissively she stayed where she was. Bobby ran his
fingertips up the backs of her thighs. Goosebumps formed from the traces of his touch.
He then bit her bottom. She gasped. Bobby then followed this up by kissing where he
just bit. He was a cheeky little bastard. Still, he took a sense of pride in this, and it
helped him get away with a lot in life. Next, he stood up. He didn’t need to spit on his
shaft as she was already like a dripping tap. His hips moved forward taking with it his
wide girth that split her love lips in two. He kept only the tip of his prick in there, holding
it still.
“Don’t even think about moving!” Bobby said with an imperceptible grin.
He knew this would drive her quim crazy. He knew what she was thinking that she
wanted every inch to pierce deep inside of her and to stretch her sex. She wanted to be
completely filled. She wanted it pushed in there, as deep as it could get, and she
wanted to squirm and wriggle upon it. She wanted this and Bobby knew it and he wasn’
t going to give it to her like that too soon. Oh no. He wanted to drag this out. He wanted
to prolong her orgasm, so when it came upon her it would almost drown her. He
thought about this with a perverse and radiant joy within. He gave her an extra few
inches and teased her some more by slowly sliding three inches in and ever so
gradually sliding it back out, in and ever so gradually back out. Her sense of control
was magnificent. She held on tightly and took it everything that he dished out. Her legs
were shaking. Bobby then took a very firm hold of her hips and pulled back leaving just
the tip inside. He held it there for a couple of minutes. He could feel the gash
contracting on what she had been given. Bobby gripped her hips a little tighter and
plunged his dense dick deep inside. A monstrous groan ripped out of her mouth.
Bobby held it in there, all the way in, feeling her snatch shivering. Quickly he began
fucking her. He fucked her hard, slamming it all the way inside of her before pulling it
quickly back out again and repeating and repeating and repeating. She was screaming
out for God Almighty to have mercy on her orgasm and on Bobby pummelled her. As
she neared the climax Bobby took her hair in his hands and pulled her head right back.
He slapped her bottom hard some. The slaps took her by surprise and pushed her
onwards into a violent barrage that tore an orgasm out of her whole body.
Bobby dropped the back of her hair and stopped for a few minutes. She thought it was
over. Her bones were shaking from the intense release of what she had just felt. Bobby
flashed his brilliant smile, for he had only just begun . . .
© 2006 Matthew Coleman
BEND OVER
by Matthew Coleman©
Bobby sat at his desk smoking. His dark hair was slicked back as his lips sucked in
the fumes that gently poured from the end of his cigar. He was debonair, and as
smooth as marble.
The door to his office was knocked.
Bobby looked up. A brilliant smiled flashed upon his face. His mind quivered with
expectation. For she was there, he just knew it, waiting beyond that door that stood in
front of him. He took one final drag from his cigar before extinguishing it.
“Come on in.”
The door slowly opened . . .
In she came, dressed from head to foot exuding lust, a visual walking erection maker.
She stopped in front of the desk. Bobby told her sternly that she could not sit down. He
got up and walked toward her, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He stopped
behind her and ran his fingers over the bare flesh of her neck. She closed her eyes and
felt the soft spiralling of his fingertips.
He bent her over the desk and told her to keep still. He told her to put the palms of her
hands face down on the desk and to hold them there. He told her not to move them. He
told her to do as he said when he said it. Once that was said aloud the roles were now
distinguished. He was in no rush. Bobby felt no need to finish this quickly. He ran his
hand up and down the side of her body, feeling the curvature of her form. He wanted to
take her roughly, he finally decided to himself. He felt an urge to control her. To
dominate her movements and what she felt at what time.
His hand went down between her thighs and with one sure and swift movement he
hoisted her skirt up. He sank down to his knees. His fingers pulled aside her panties.
She was already damp, he noticed. His tongue licked between her buttocks whilst his
fingers probed the saturated lips of her sex. His tongue worked the sensitive skin
between her anus and her quim, which quivered to the tweaking of his fingertips every
time he squeezed her clitoris. He could feel an animalism building within him. He
lapped away furiously between her buttocks. The animalism was now taking over
Bobby. He was famished and her cunt was his sustenance. Everything ceased to be
but the connection he felt right then and there. Stuck to her cunt with that taste and that
smell he felt wild inside, utterly and completely wild. He slipped in two fingers and
began circling the walls inside. He heard her gasping ahead. The panting noises that
she made were interspersed with the sound of the loose papers on his desk being
screwed up as she gripped them tightly in her hands. He ordered her to let go of the
paper. He told her that she was to keep her hands flat down on the wood and to not
move them an inch. She let go of them. Bobby pulled his fingers out and with his free
hand he pulled out his prick. It hung there with an impressive solidity. He moved
around to the other side of the desk and dangled it in front of her lips. She opened her
mouth wide like a good girl. Bobby grabbed her by the back of her hair as he slipped in
some of his inches. She slurped away on his cock. Sucking at it with a sureness, with
the certainty of someone who loved doing it. And a man can tell this, for he knows with
straight certainty whether or not the one who is sucking away likes sucking away, for it
makes a hell of a difference. Bobby watched his cock sliding in and out of her lips. He
felt his prick growing even bigger. He felt it throbbing upon her soft moist tongue and he
flashed his brilliant smile to himself.
Bobby told her he thought her about ready. He told her that he was going to take her
from behind, very gently at first though. For she had to wait to feel it all fill her. He would
do it ever so slowly and not give her more than three inches. He wanted her to sweat.
He told her he wanted her to be on the verge of hysteria, for it was on that verge, and
only on that verge, that he would fuck the hell out of her until she erupted. It would be
the only way. She nodded her head. Seemed they had a deal. He could read it in her
eyes that she would do anything. That she would take what he dished out and that this
was why she was here. Submissively she stayed where she was. Bobby ran his
fingertips up the backs of her thighs. Goosebumps formed from the traces of his touch.
He then bit her bottom. She gasped. Bobby then followed this up by kissing where he
just bit. He was a cheeky little bastard. Still, he took a sense of pride in this, and it
helped him get away with a lot in life. Next, he stood up. He didn’t need to spit on his
shaft as she was already like a dripping tap. His hips moved forward taking with it his
wide girth that split her love lips in two. He kept only the tip of his prick in there, holding
it still.
“Don’t even think about moving!” Bobby said with an imperceptible grin.
He knew this would drive her quim crazy. He knew what she was thinking that she
wanted every inch to pierce deep inside of her and to stretch her sex. She wanted to be
completely filled. She wanted it pushed in there, as deep as it could get, and she
wanted to squirm and wriggle upon it. She wanted this and Bobby knew it and he wasn’
t going to give it to her like that too soon. Oh no. He wanted to drag this out. He wanted
to prolong her orgasm, so when it came upon her it would almost drown her. He
thought about this with a perverse and radiant joy within. He gave her an extra few
inches and teased her some more by slowly sliding three inches in and ever so
gradually sliding it back out, in and ever so gradually back out. Her sense of control
was magnificent. She held on tightly and took it everything that he dished out. Her legs
were shaking. Bobby then took a very firm hold of her hips and pulled back leaving just
the tip inside. He held it there for a couple of minutes. He could feel the gash
contracting on what she had been given. Bobby gripped her hips a little tighter and
plunged his dense dick deep inside. A monstrous groan ripped out of her mouth.
Bobby held it in there, all the way in, feeling her snatch shivering. Quickly he began
fucking her. He fucked her hard, slamming it all the way inside of her before pulling it
quickly back out again and repeating and repeating and repeating. She was screaming
out for God Almighty to have mercy on her orgasm and on Bobby pummelled her. As
she neared the climax Bobby took her hair in his hands and pulled her head right back.
He slapped her bottom hard some. The slaps took her by surprise and pushed her
onwards into a violent barrage that tore an orgasm out of her whole body.
Bobby dropped the back of her hair and stopped for a few minutes. She thought it was
over. Her bones were shaking from the intense release of what she had just felt. Bobby
flashed his brilliant smile, for he had only just begun . . .
© 2006 Matthew Coleman
"An enemy of all that's sacred, and a heartbreaker of
low tactics, Matthew Coleman a.k.a. The Enfant
Terrible relentlessly soils the internet's holiest
lands and heavens with his spurts of wicked Freudian
textual violence. On the prowl in films, lurking
between magazine pages, lying in online ambush or
breathing funny in real lifeback alleys, he's the
artist your mother warned you about (with a moist
glint in her eye, though). Run for your life and
reputation, or for your tissue box, males and
females."
-- Vim Cortez, Editor-in-Chief, Paris Bitter Hearts Pit
Please visit Matthew's site on Myspace and his blog page.
http://www.myspace.com/the_enfant_terrible
http://the-provocative-pages.blogspot.com/
low tactics, Matthew Coleman a.k.a. The Enfant
Terrible relentlessly soils the internet's holiest
lands and heavens with his spurts of wicked Freudian
textual violence. On the prowl in films, lurking
between magazine pages, lying in online ambush or
breathing funny in real lifeback alleys, he's the
artist your mother warned you about (with a moist
glint in her eye, though). Run for your life and
reputation, or for your tissue box, males and
females."
-- Vim Cortez, Editor-in-Chief, Paris Bitter Hearts Pit
Please visit Matthew's site on Myspace and his blog page.
http://www.myspace.com/the_enfant_terrible
http://the-provocative-pages.blogspot.com/
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