The room is spinning and I’m not sure how to answer, mainly because I’ve never been this wet before. Luckily, I don’t have the chance. Mr. Ford’s hand twists, and he begins rubbing his fingers up and down my slit. He takes a moment and rolls his finger around my clit before sliding one finger into my tight hole.
I gasp and one hand slaps his back. “Oh,” he says. “I was hoping you’d be tight, but holy shit.”
“I’ve never done this before.” I say between gasps of pressure and pleasure.
“Done what?” He says.
“Been touched down there.”
Mr. Ford licks his lips. “How does it feel?” He slides a second finger in and out of me, stretching me open. My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“Amazing.”
“Good, Olivia. I want you to feel good.” He abruptly pulls his finger out from inside of me and brings it to his lips. He sucks my juices from his fingers and I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s surprising how much it turns me on. “You taste amazing, Olivia. Now, lay on your back and show me what’s mine.”
“What?”
“Your cunt, Olivia. It’s mine, now. Show it to me.”
I don’t know what comes over me but in an instant I’m on my back. He can’t take is eyes off of me, and it’s turning me on like I never would’ve imagined. I want to please him. I love how he looks at me and how much he wants me. Yes, he’s in charge here, but it takes two and if what I do is turning him on as much as it turns me on, then he’s not the only one with a little bit of power.
“Spread your legs.” He says. I lick my lips and do as he says, digging the heels of my loafers into the area rug and gently easing my thighs apart. A low growl escapes his mouth. “Lift up your skirt. Show me.”
“Yes, sir.” I say, playing along and loving this feeling. It’s like I’m his own personal entertainment. My juices are probably soaking the carpet. I spread open enough for him to see my pussy.
With a sharp intake of air, Mr. Ford leans back on the couch and brings my panties to his nostrils. “Touch yourself.” He says. Immediately I begin to panic. I’ve never done this in front of anyone before. But the look on his face makes me feel confident, like anything I do will turn him on. And that’s what I want. I want him to want me.
My finger separates my folds and I watch him as I gently, touch myself between my legs. It’s awkward at first, with someone else int he room but eventually I find my groove. My eyes remain locked on him as I relax into my own self-pleasure. Mr. Ford keeps my panties near his face, and with the other hand he pulls out his cock.
I nearly have to stop what I’m doing when I see it. Like the rest of him, it’s gigantic. It only makes me wetter, and my orgasm builds as I find my special spot and continue pleasuring myself. As he strokes himself I’m about to lose control.
“Come here.” He says and it takes all of my willpower to pull my hand away from my own pussy. I scramble to my feet and head over to the sofa. Mr. Ford wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He lets go of his cock and slides his hand back up my skirt. Immediately his fingers are teasing my aching clit. My head rolls backward as his fingers glide in and out of me, a clicking noise filling the air. I’m soaking his hand but he doesn’t seem to mind. With hooded eyes and a determined look on his face, he looks straight into my soul.
“Come for me, Olivia. Soak my hand with your sweet pussy juices. I want to smell like you for the rest of the day.”
That’s all it takes. My body jerks against his rhythmic insertion, pulsing against his thick fingers. A moan escapes my mouth and my legs twitch, ready to give out at any moment. I’ve never come this hard in my life. I ride his hand out until every turbulent tremor in my body is released. A wave of fatigue washes over me and when he’s ready, Mr. Ford removes his hand from underneath my skirt.
My pussy aches from the pressure, but I want more. More! This big strong, brute of a man wants to boss me around and give me pleasure? Don’t threaten me with a good time.
Mr. Ford stands and brushes a stray hair away from my face. It must’ve pulled loose from my bun and I didn’t even notice. His touch sends shivers down my spine. He presses his lips to the top of my forehead. “Even your sweat tastes good to me, Olivia.” He says licking my perspiration off of his lips. Immediately I’m wet again.
“I have to go into the office, but I want you to stay here until I call for you.” He says, zipping up his pants, his cock still hard. “Do you understand?”
I wrap my hands behind my back and sway back and forth. “Yes, sir.” I say.
He holds my panties out in front of his face. “I’m keeping these.” He says.
“Okay.”
“It wasn’t a question, Olivia. I don’t need your permission.” Immediately I clear my throat, not truly knowing if he’s playing out this game or if he truly means it. Either way, I’m surprised by how much I like it. “In the mean time, figure out where you want to go to dinner. And order yourself some more clothes. But do not take a shower. I like you smelling just like you are.” He shoves my panties in his pocket. A sharp thrill courses through me knowing he’ll be taking my scent with him all day. That he wants to smell me.
“And Olivia?”
“Yes, sir.” I say.
“Don’t talk to anyone else. Not the men downstairs. Not the driver. You will only address me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.” I say, unable to stop the smile stretching across my face. Mr. Ford nods and just as quickly as he was in, he’s out.