Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica) by Jay Merson Read Free Book Online

want to leave. Please don't,
please."
    He closed his
eyes as Kathleen stripped naked. He groaned as he heard her moving
around behind him and gasped as her naked body pressed against his
back. The feel of her soft breasts cushioning against him as she
pressed in; the hard bumps of her nipples and the hairy mound of
her mons as he pushed against his buttocks was too much for him.
His cock began to harden and to rise; his face screwed up in an
expression of deep pain.
    Her hands
circled his waist, sliding down over each of his thighs to cup his
swollen scrotum and to tease at his balls.
    "Oh!" she
breathed close to his ear. "I'm wet; my pussy is in such need."
    "No, please
don't."
    "I need a cock
up me. Your cock Malcolm, give it to me," she simpered in a husky
tone.
    "Oh God," he
blurted and tensed his body.
    "Coming are
we?" she chuckled and teased at his balls with her warm, delicate
fingers.
    "Please
no!"
    He grunted and
his body locked rigid, he felt Kathleen press her body harder
against him. She trembled and sighed aloud as she came, her body
shaken by the thunderous tremors of her orgasm. He screamed as his
cock began jerking and then broke down crying as the sperm jetted
out of the end of his cock.
     
    ***
     
    Helen, the
director of finances stepped back from the door and allowed
Kathleen entry into her home. She had made an effort to dress for
the visit and it showed. The woman looked younger and more radiant
than ever, it showed in her warm if hesitant smile at Kathleen's
reaction.
    "Oh Yes," What
a transformation," Kathleen complimented and then walked straight
through into the lounge.
    The two women
sat opposite one another, Helen on the settee and Kathleen in an
armchair, she placed her handbag on the long rectangular coffee
table between them and settled herself, crossing her legs
casually.
    Helen, her hand
shaking passed the glass of scotch over to Kathleen and sat back
averting her eyes.
    "This is a most
embarrassing situation for...."
    "Why?" Kathleen
questioned severely, immediately asserting her authority, "You like
sex with women and so do I."
    "Yes....but,
well, we are working colleges, if anyone at the office ever found
out about...."
    "They won't,
unless you tell them of course."
    Kathleen
drained her glass and made much of placing it on the table,
deliberately maintaining a silence and allowing the woman to fumble
for her next words and thoughts.
    "I just don't
think that what you propose is a good idea. I think we should just
forget the whole sorrow episode."
    Kathleen huffed
in derision, "Do you indeed?"
    She uncrossed
her legs and shifted forward in her seat to add emphasis to her
next statement. Her voice was low but firm and filled with
threat.
    "You Helen, are
going to fuck with me, like it or not. If you should refuse then
the other directors will certainly get to know your sexual
preferences."
    The woman's
expression was one of shocked horror, "You wouldn't"
    Kathleen smiled
and sat back in her armchair, "Try me," she challenged and fell
silent whilst watching the woman squirm in discomfort and
embarrassment.
    Many minutes
passed in tensed stillness as Helen considered the challenge set.
She nodded mournfully, "Very well then, it seems I have no choice -
but just once."
    Kathleen's
response was swift and uncompromising, "I will dictate how many
times. I will tell you where and when and don't you dare – ever to
try to dictate to me."
    Helen hung her
head, her bottom lip quivering and her hands rubbing together
nervously on her lap.
    Kathleen took
the lead, imposing further her will on the nervous woman.
    "Stand up,
bitch, and strip that blouse off."
    Helen complied
slowly, standing and with great reluctance began unbuttoning her
blouse under Kathleen's critical stare. Her plain white bra did
little to flatter her otherwise ample and rounded breasts.
Shamefully she dropped the blouse to the floor, her gaze
downcast.
    "And the bra,"
came the curt command.
    She slipped the
bra off her body to