Bondage brat

CHAPTER ONE

Valerie Jones moved through the crowded lobby at Bloomingdale's, stopping to admire the sensuous red lipsticks and the gleaming, enamel nail polishes. She was a beautiful woman and enjoyed adorning her tall, exquisite body, with its high, full tits, or putting expensive cosmetics on her lovely face, with its wide blue-green eyes, pert nose and full, sensual lips.

As she moved on to the perfume counter and sprayed some Chanel Number Five at the base of her deeply tanned, elegant throat, she glanced up at the clock. It was almost two; her lunch hour was over and she hurried back to her Park Avenue office, where she was a very well paid secretary to a high-ranking lawyer.

Her long, tapering legs, in their expensive snake-skin shoes moved quickly across Lexington, then over to Sixtieth and West, to Park. Her boss, Mr. Eldridge, liked her, but she still didn't like to be late. In fact, she often thought that he liked her a little bit too much. She had watched his eyes travel down her body and linger at her chest where the full breasts began to swell upwards, or down at her legs, following their long, curved lines with greed and lust. He was attractive enough, but married and Valerie had been a poor girl for too long to bother with that.

She considered herself lucky to have found her present job, not only because it paid well, but because it afforded her the chance to meet many eligible and rich men. She intended to marry one of them and so be assured a life of ease and comfort. She was a beauty and she knew it; she wanted to use her lovely body and sexy face in the best manner possible.

As she rode up to the twentieth story in the elevator, she ran into Burt, who worked as a clerk in her office.

"Hello, Valerie."

"Hi."

"Have a nice lunch?"

"Fine." She knew the oaf was trying to make conversation and she knew, too, that his eyes burned with desire as he looked upon her low cut white crepe shirt and her narrow wheat colored linen skirt, with the long sexy slit up the side. Burt was cute, with his curly hair and warm smile, but he was a nothing, who was going nowhere. Valerie knew that she had to be very selective about who she spent her time with. If the other lawyers at her firm thought that she was cheap, it would ruin her chances.

"Say, Valerie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?"

"Sorry, I'm busy," she lied.

"How about Friday then?"

"Busy then too."

Burt just fell silent as he looked away. His mind though, raced busily along.

'The haughty bitch,' he thought, 'she's so stuck up! Who does she think she is, the Queen of Sheba or something?'

I'd show her a hot fucking thing or two. I why the snotty cunt won't give me a tumble! She doesn't like my job, the greedy little slut! I've seen her kissing the asses of some of those moronic lawyers, just because she can get a fancy dinner at some overpriced, snobby joint. If she went out with me, once, just once, I'd show her that money has nothing to do with being a man!!

Valerie looked away for the rest of the ride and as she stepped out of the elevator, she didn't even give him a backward glance. He stood there, watching her shapely ass wiggle away from him, his mind repeating, 'Bitch, bitch, bitch,' in time to her seductive walk.

Back at her desk, she put her things away and went in to see if her boss wanted anything from her.

Blair Eldridge was, at forty-two, a very handsome man. Lots of jogging and tennis kept his body lean, youthful and hard. Expensive clothing covered that sleek, muscular torso. Summers, he spent long week-ends in the Hamptons with his wife and two kids, so on this July day, deeply tanned face smiled up handsome and appealing, at Valerie when she stepped into his plush office.

She noticed his attentive glance, taking all of her supple young form in at a glance, looking at the low-cut blouse, and resting on her crotch. She grew uncomfortable and cleared her throat. "Was there anything that you needed, Mr. Eldridge?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, I want you to take a letter for me, Miss Jones," he responded, so that she went back outside to get her steno pad and pencil. Then she returned to his office, careful to leave the door ajar and sat down beside his desk. Mr. Eldridge cleared his throat and walked around the office a few times before he began the dictation.

"Dear Sirs, it has come to my attention…" his voice droned on and on, the usual business letter. As he spoke, his eyes returned to her body, noticing with pleasure the way that her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs, revealing the top of her tanned thigh and showing off her slender, pretty ankles in the high-heeled shoes. It seemed to Valerie that he was unusually verbose in this particular letter; she knew him to be a man of elegant and articulate prose and she wondered why he was taking so long in getting to the point.

Her pencil continued its progress along the lined paper, writing the words.

"Shut the door. Your legs are driving me crazy and I have to touch them!" Valerie's eyes opened wide when she read those words. She was shocked.

Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Eldridge crossed the room and closed the door softly.

"Mr. Eldridge, I'm…" she faltered.

"Blair, call me Blair," he said, coming over to her and taking her lovely face in his hands as he stooped to kiss her trembling lips.

"No, no, it's wrong. You're my boss!"

"And you're a gorgeous woman that I want to make love to!"

"But your wife…"

"I don't want you to make love to her. Just to me!"

"Mr. Eldridge!"

"Blair!" he corrected, moving his hands through her long, silky ash blonde hair. The slow caress was making her blood begin to seethe and boil and she fought the desire that welled up in her veins.

"I don't want this!" she said, getting up quickly, but his arms around her shoulders stopped her from moving. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply, his hands finding the opening of the blouse and starting to caress the soft, warm flesh that quivered so enticingly beneath his fingers.

"No, no…" she said weakly, but her arms had come up around his body and she felt the shock of desire as he pressed his taut chest against her.

His hands slid under her skirt, seeking the soft furry place between her legs, but she pulled away and went over to the window, shaking and struggling to regain her composure.

"Mr. Eldridge, I have really enjoyed working for you. You are a nice man and very considerate towards me. But I can't do this, I just can't no matter how much it might please me!" said Valerie, hoping to fend him off, but also to flatter him, for her job was important to her and she didn't want to lose it.

He picked up on her words instantly. "Would it please you, would it?" and he crossed the room and stood before the trembling woman.

"Don't deny yourself then – and don't deny me. I can help you a lot in this office, Valerie… you don't want to be a secretary for the rest of your life, do you?" he said coaxingly.

"No, I don't," she said, beginning to understand the meaning of his words. She stood there, thinking hard. His hands moved back to her body and caressed the firm melons of her ass. She made no move to stop him, not even as they slid up underneath her skirt and pushed the white nylon of her panties away from her moist crotch.

She understood that although he couldn't marry her, there were many other things that he might be able to do for her. He was well-liked and well-respected in the firm and his influence was extensive.

Her mind dulled and heated; it was hard to think when his hand was sliding around her pussy with a teasing slowness, just barely brushing the lips. She felt his erection growing against her thigh as he pressed his body into hers.

Maybe he would give her a raise, or promote her to some better position… His finger had slid between the glistening petals of her cunt and probed them gently.

"Oooh, Mr. Eldridge!" she sighed and leaned against him, her mouth open, waiting for his kiss.

It was not long in coming. He bent down over her and sucked her full lips between his own and then drove his tongue into her mouth, darting and exploratory. She kissed him back with full passion now, enjoying the way his masterful lips seemed to suck all the breath out of her, leaving her weak and gasping.

"Come over here to the couch," he murmured, stopping only to lock the door. She did as he told her, seating herself on the wide, soft cushions as he came and sat down beside her.

His hands fumbled for a moment with her blouse and then finally succeeded in pulling it off. Her skit was next and was tossed to a crinkled mass on the floor beside them. She leaned over to undo her shoes, but he whispered, "No don't take them off."

His hands moved up the surface of her graceful bare legs, tracing their long tapering lines with the tips of his fingers. They stopped when they reached her white nylon panties. She raised her body so that he could strip them off, but to her surprise, he put two strong hands around the elastic of each thigh and pulled very hard. The panties tore in an instant.

"Ssh," he said, stopping her protest with kisses, "I'll buy you new ones, dozens of them!" and his hands began to explore her silky blonde twat.

They reluctantly drew away from it only to unhook her bra and reveal the white breasts, startling and glowing against the deeply tanned skin. The nipples were a pale tan and grew hard as his eager tongue bent to lick them.

"Touch my cock!" he commanded softly and Valerie moved her hands to his fly, where his mammoth erection was already straining against the summer fabric of his pants.

Quickly she unzipped him and pulled out the long, stiff pole. Her slender, long fingers toyed with the shaft and tugged gently on the fat balls in their furry nest of pubic hair. He pulled away from her long enough to strip off his clothing and then his greedy hands returned to her waiting body.

He got down next to her and started to kiss her golden throat. His mouth was harsh and rough, leaving angry red marks to indicate its travels. He moved down to her tits and she gasped with pleasure as his tongue darted over her hot nipples, wickedly flicking it and lashing it.

His hands kneaded the white fruits and his teeth continued to bite and chew. Valerie moaned and tried to bring one of his hands down to the flaming patch of her pussy.

He wanted to tease her though and refused to grant her the release she sought. His hands tickled her lovely golden belly, its few hairs bleached to a pale blond. He explored the inner thighs and the white globes of her ass before he allowed his fingers to casually brush against her sopping pit.

"Please, please, touch me!" she implored.

"Where?" he asked innocently.

"You know!"

"I don't!"

"Between my legs!"

"Here?" he asked, as his hands, slid between her knees and stayed there.

"No, no!"

"Where then?"

"In my… crotch!"

"Where in your crotch?"

"My cunt! Please!"

He moved his fingers swiftly and stroked the woman's slippery hot mound whose juices were already seeping and staining the couch below her. One hand tickled the lips and began to probe the secret, inner hole.

Valerie sighed and started to bite his neck and chest.

"Oh, so you want it rough, do you?" he asked and began to bite her skin in earnest. Raised welts began to appear as his teeth bruised their way along her smooth, delicate flesh.

"Yes, yes," she muttered and grabbed the aching cock with a new frenzy. As his fingers moved in and out of her pussy, her lovely hands slid over the surface of the enlarged prick.

"Suck me, suck me bitch!" he crooned and positioned himself so that her face was against his crotch and his own mouth could have easy access to her soft bushy cunt.

She moaned loudly as his tongue slid tentatively between the glistening cunt lips, and then she gasped as he parted her thighs and dove in. His tongue raced through the golden forest between her legs and was quick in finding the glowing bud of her clit, that was aching to flower and blossom underneath his experienced tongue.

He drew the little red jewel between his teeth, while his index finger, a small dick, pushed its way in and out of her quivering tunnel.

She used her hands to bring the stiff shaft to her lips and coated it with her sweet, sticky saliva. Rolling it between her palms, she sucked on the tip, that seemed to grow larger and more swollen with each passing second.

She drew him deep into her mouth, so that only the merest base was uncovered. She began to move her head, gently at first and then with increasing frenzy, up and down, along the rigid shaft.

He groaned and pressed himself closer to her, wanting his entire throbbing dick to be covered by the warm ripe mouth of the woman who sucked him.

Their moans grew louder as the passion intensified. It was only with great effort that he pulled himself away and flipped Valerie over onto her stomach.

His hands took his prick and guided in towards the entrance to her pink pussy that showed tantalizingly from between the white parted cheeks of her ass.

Pressing the tip against the saucy slit, he grabbed her ass and shoved hard. In one, deep, sudden movement, he was inside of her, ramming his stiff cock into her wet and hungry cunt.

"Yes, yes!" she panted, as he rocked sensuously around for a moment and then began the long, driving thrusts, that left both of them shuddering with pleasure.

Harder and harder he fucked her, as his hands reached up and under her, each one grabbing swollen, pulsating tit and beginning to rub the soft flesh.

Her own hands were convulsively grabbing onto one of the pillows from the couch; luckily it was made of a strong, durable fabric, or she would have torn it in no time.

Her moans increased as his thrusts grew more powerful, more daring. He loved to watch the thick meat sink between those shimmering globes and return again, still huge and throbbing.

His hands slid down from her tits and sought the sopping pussy that hugged his cock so lovingly. Reaching down and parting the soft fur, he felt for the knob of the clit.

Even without seeing it, his fingers grasped the swollen, red little button easily and pulled on it furiously.

"Oh God, you're killing me!" she sobbed softly and his hands kept up with their frantic pace.

He had her thrashing around on the couch, a lovely golden fish out of water who writhed and shook at his every touch. He tweaked her clit and rubbed it as hard as he could, as if he sought to rub it right back into her body.

His crazy, circling movements had Valerie in a frenzy. She arched her back and her pussy muscles tensed and clamped down on his prick, as she felt her orgasm, swooping down, like a flight of birds. "Aahhh!!!" she screamed and he quickly put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

Several other people looked up from their work and someone smiled.

His own orgasm followed quickly. The intensity of her writhing form seemed to draw it from him and he heaved and bucked, like some wildly thrashing beast, as he shot his steaming wad of come deep within her still shuddering body.

He remained inside of her for a long time, enjoying the warmth her body afforded him. His hands rubbed her gently curved back and played with her silky hair. Valerie was still lying face downward on the couch, her whole body heaving as she struggled for breath. Gradually, she relaxed and began to breath more easily.

Mr. Eldridge removed his cock from her and liked the rush of juices, his and hers, that dribbled from her open cunt. He gently stroked her ass, until finally she turned over.

"You were fantastic," he whispered.

"So were you."

"You won't be sorry, Valerie."

"I'm not worried," she said, sitting up. It was true; his passion, now spent, had calmed and soothed her. 'Sex,' she reflected, 'was much better than a drink!'

Valerie dressed and discarded her torn panties in the waste basket that stood by the side of her boss's desk. Smoothing her flushed cheeks, she slipped out of his office and headed towards the ladies room, where she could wash her face and comb her tousled hair.

She moved quickly and didn't notice Burt's hostile gaze following her. He had noticed that she had gone into Eldridge's office and grew suspicious as the time passed and she didn't come out. Now, when he saw her stealing off, so red and guilty looking, he knew what she had been up to.

His thoughts were confirmed when he noticed Mr. Eldridge himself emerge a moment later. His tie had been hastily tied and his hair was a mess. His cheeks were very red and his eyes unusually bright.

He moved off in the direction of the men's room and left the door to his office slightly ajar. Making sure that no one was watching, Burt quickly stepped in to the office.

He glanced around and saw the large wet stain on the couch, then he looked on the floor and picked up the pad, with its odd letter. He tore off the sheet, folded it up and slipped it carefully into his pocket… Taking a final look around, his eyes happened to look down and into the waste basket. He smiled when he saw them and a moment later, he drew them out. The panties were shredded and torn; their crotch was still wet with the dew of her passion. He couldn't help putting them to his face and sniffing deeply for a moment; the aroma was wonderful, musky and sweet at the same time, very intimate and exciting. He decided to keep them too and slipped them into his pocket.

With the same care, he came out of the office and went unobserved, back to his own desk. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but the fates had delivered into his all too willing hands a very powerful weapon for revenge.

He looked up and saw that Valerie had finished in the bathroom. Her hair had been combed and her lovely lips had a new, gleaming coat of lipstick. He looked at her for a long moment and smiled an evil smile.

Valerie saw his look and his smile. She didn't know what they meant, but they filled her with deep misgivings. Despite the heat of the day, the warmth of her blood engendered by her recent activity, she shivered. She didn't like Burt and didn't trust him. She toyed with the idea of mentioning this to Mr. Eldridge and made a silent vow to keep out of Burt's way.

Then, not looking at him, she went back to her desk and resumed her tasks. Burt smiled again, to himself. The haughty cunt! He would teach her a thing or two!