Robert Vickers - Bondage girl

He had a hard-on. She looked again at the man standing in front of her and almost laughed in his face. Sandy Kramer felt nothing but contempt for this mouse of a man. He hardly merited her attention. But she figured that, since she had caught him embezzling money, she could play it for all it was worth and get her rocks off at the same time.

"You're pathetic," she said, her voice icy with scorn. "I don't know how a human being like you survives. Can you hold your head up at all? Damn it, you dumb cocksucker, answer me!"

"Yes," he said, but his voice was weak. He folded his hands in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on. The more he tried to keep his prick down, the harder it got. He didn't understand why this should happen. Of all the account executives at Marrick, Vickers and Woodward stock brokers, why did it have to be this bitch who found his book-juggling? Sandy Kramer had the reputation of being the coldest, meanest, most nasty-tongued of all the executives.

Still, something about this woman aroused the man sexually. She hadn't reached her high position without being domineering and heartless. He couldn't keep his hard-on a secret from her much longer. If she continued berating him and telling him what a worthless piece of shit he was, he night even come in his pants.

"You're lousy too. You can't even steal and do it right. What good are you? No good!" she raged. She felt her tits begin to rise and fall as she worked herself into a rampaging anger. It felt good. She knew her tits were enticing the man and causing his cock to stiffen.

To torment him further, she leaned forward at her desk to give him a good look at the tops of her creamy tits. She never wore a bra. She had found that it gave her an added advantage when dealing with men. They couldn't take their eyes off her tits long enough to figure out she was fucking them over in whatever business deal they were negotiating.

Sandy was very proud of her tits. She knew that her tits were absolutely splendid and she did anything she could to flaunt them. Bigger than a mouthful, her tits were silky and conical and capped with hard nipples which made some men almost blow their wads just seeing them poking hard against the thin blouses she wore.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, managing to get the top button of her blouse undone. The sides of her tits were clearly visible to the man she and run a hand down her warm and wanton cleavage and to enjoy the female warmth she had to offer.

If only he were man enough to do it.

He stood in front of her, staring, his mouth gaping slightly. He fumbled around at his crotch, frying vainly to hide his erection from her. She would have laughed at him, except she found her breath coming faster and her cunt beginning to feel the sensation of sexual arousal.

"You lousy, stinking piece of shit. You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" She moved slightly so that her shoe could be seen at the edge of the desk. The woman raised her skirt a bit to further torture her victim. Her trim leg, neatly clad in nylon, would have given a hard-on to a statue. The flesh-and-blood man in front of her bit his lower lip.

"Please don't turn me in to Mr. Hunt! He'll fire me. I I need the job. I have a wife and three kids. What'll they do if I get fired for stealing?"

"You should have thought of that before you took the money." She noticed his furtive glances toward her shoe. She stretched her leg out, thrust her foot toward him and repeated, "You're not good enough to lick my shoes."

He got the message. He turned white, and then dropped to his knees. A cruel smirk appeared on her face as he took her foot in his hand. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't want to get fired, either. He might even end up in jail if they found out exactly how much he had embezzled in the past three years.

The woman thrust her foot toward his face. He gulped and started licking the soft leather uppers of her right shoe. She immediately jerked it from his grasp and snarled, "Not the top, you fool. The sole. I want you to lick the sole of my shoe!"

He swallowed hard again and went back to his degrading task. She put her left foot on his shoulder and leaned back, her legs spreading slightly and giving him a quick glimpse of smoky, nylon-covered thighs and the hint of her pussy. He licked faster, cleaning the sole of her shoe as though his tongue were some sort of brush.

Sandy almost laughed out loud then and there, but that would have broken the mood. She enjoyed this. Men were such bastards that it made her feel good when she could get the upper-hand on one of them. Men had nothing but sex on their minds. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was all they thought of when they looked at a woman.

She would show them. She had brains as well as a voluptuous body. And not one of those pieces of shit would ever stuff his prick into her cunt and fuck her. She would fuck them all over, but none would ever get to her. She was smart and ruthless. She had clawed her way to the top of this brokerage firm. No one knew the stock market better than she, nor was anyone able to invest the millions that flowed through the office very year and turn a better percentage profit. She had only been with the firm for two years and already she had worked her way up to the second highest position in this office. One day, she would have Paul Carmody's job. If she had to lie and steal and cheat and fuck over every man in the office, she would do it.

She turned her attention back to the man at her feet. She took her left foot off his shoulder and presented it to him. "This one has a dirty sole, too." She wiped the sole of her right shoe on his shirt while he licked away, his tongue working like a scrub brush. The woman carefully allowed him another quick look at her pussy. It was clear to him by now that she wore only pantyhose. Panties were a waste of time in her busy, high-pressure world, just as bras were.

"How far will you go to keep your job?" she asked.

"Anything!" he quickly answered, immediately regretting it. This was a cold-hearted cunt that would stop at nothing.

"Kiss my ass," she commanded. She stood, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose. Her gleaming white ass reflected beautifully in the room.

"Wh-what?" he said.

"Kiss my ass, you shit-brained moron. Kiss it!" She felt his trembling fingers stroking the trim curves of her buttocks. His fevered fingers started to pry apart her tightly-clenched ass-cheeks, but a quick twitch of her rear end stopped that. She didn't want his fingers on her ass. She wanted his lips kissing her. "Kiss my ass!" she repeated.

This time he instantly obeyed. She laughed aloud. She felt a great surge of power. Never had she held a man so totally under her thumb as she did this junior executive. He would do anything at all, to keep his job. She loved the feeling of complete dominance.

He kissed her ass again before she could hike up her pantyhose and turn around to face him. The look on his face showed both fear and desire. She knew she had him firmly on the hook and wasn't going to let him off. Not now.

"Pull my panty hose back down with your teeth and lick my cunt. I want you to taste a real woman's pussy."

Even his teeth seemed to tremble. He inched forward and gripped her ass, but she batted his hands away. He got the message. Only his teeth were to touch her pantyhose and only his lips and tongue could caress her flesh. Anything else was not allowed.

She felt his hot breath coming in short spurts. The hot air rippled through the tangled mat of her pussy and made her sigh. This was more exciting than anything she had done in a long time. Knowing she could make this man do anything she wanted sent electric sparks of carnal desire shooting into her belly.