Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
His frank words flooded Sammi with so many conflicting emotions she couldn’t speak. She had a sudden mental image of her stern boss between her legs, lapping her open pussy while she tried not to moan and gasp. The thought made her so hot she had to press her thighs together tightly to try and ease the surge of desire she felt.
“Well, Samantha?” Roark raised his eyebrows at her. “The wand or my tongue. Which will it be?”
“I…the…the wand,” she finally managed to get out.
“Very good.” He nodded. “Then spread your legs and let’s get to work.”
At last Sammi allowed him to part her knees. She couldn’t believe she was doing this—couldn’t believe this was only her second day at her new job and she was up in stirrups with her skirt and panties in a crumpled heap on the floor baring her pussy for her boss.
Of course, she had started on the first day by bending over his desk and letting him spank her, so maybe this wasn’t quite so surprising as it might be but still…
“I’m going to need your help, Samantha.”
Roark was sitting on a rolling stool between her open thighs and looking intently at her bare pussy. This made Sammi extremely glad she’d shaved her little mound of red-gold curls down to a tiny patch just at the apex of her sex recently. At least the area he was looking at was neat—although she was also extremely wet, she saw with growing embarrassment. So wet that her pussy lips were slippery and shiny with her juices and so were her inner thighs.
“I said, I’m going to need your help,” he repeated, drawing her out of her shame spiral.
“My help? What do you mean?” Sammi asked.
“I’m going to need you to show me everywhere you rubbed the ointment,” Roark told her. “So I can apply the wand accurately.”
“Oh, uh…” Sammi’s face felt hot. “I pretty much just rubbed it everywhere.”
He looked up at her, frowning.
“Everywhere? As in, the outside of your pussy lips as well as the inside of your sex?”
“No, I don’t think I rubbed it on the, uh, outside,” Sammi said.
“Just inside, then?” he asked, looking up at her.
Remembering how she’d spread her pussy lips and rubbed the pink ointment directly on her clit, Sammi blushed and nodded.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Show me where, then,” Roark ordered. “Spread your pussy open and show me where to apply the wand.”
Oh my God! Sammi couldn’t believe how embarrassing this was! But along with the embarrassment, wasn’t there also something else? A naughty little pleasure at obeying her stern boss’s orders? A hot spark of desire caused by her submission?
No, she thought as she spread her pussy with trembling fingers, opening herself and baring her slippery pink inner folds for his inspection. No, I shouldn’t be getting off on this!
“Gods…” Roark was frowning at what he saw. “I think I can tell where you used most of the ointment, Samantha,” he said dryly, glancing up at her. “Your Goddess pearl is inflamed with need.”
“My Goddess pearl? You mean my, uh, clit?” Sammi asked, feeling even more embarrassed.
He nodded.
“Yes, I had heard that was what you humans call it. Hold still now, this is a very delicate operation.”
He brought the glowing purple marble at the tip of the wand closer to her open pussy but Sammi twitched her hips to the side.
“That thing looks like it might be hot,” she objected, nodding at the wand. “Are you sure it’s not going to burn me?”
Roark shook his head.
“I have it calibrated exactly. As long as you hold still, you shouldn’t feel anything but a faint warmth and vibration.”
“But—” Sammi began.
He looked up at her sternly, his pale eyes flashing.
“Would you rather I bathe your pussy with my tongue, Samantha? I will be happy to do so if you fear the wand so much.”
“No, no!” Sammi said quickly, feeling her cheeks get even hotter, if that was possible. “Go ahead—I’ll hold still.”
“Very good.” Roark brought the glowing purple marble right up to her pussy and began to stroke it gently over her inner folds.
“Ahhh!” Sammi gasped before she could stop herself. The “faint vibration” was both warm and extremely stimulating to her throbbing, swollen clit. She couldn’t help herself—her hips bucked up as he caressed her with the wand.
“Hold still!” Roark barked, frowning at her. “I told you, this is a delicate operation!”
“I can’t help it!” Sammi snapped back at him. “That thing feels like you’re using a vibrator on me and I’m already really sensitive as it is!”
“I see.” His frown relaxed and he nodded thoughtfully. “You find the wand stimulating? Pleasurable?”
Reluctantly, Sammi nodded.
“It feels too good. I can’t help jerking around when you’re, uh, stroking me like that,” she admitted.
“All right—then we’ll have to hold you in place.”
Roark put down the wand and reached around to pull some kind of straps out of the table.