Strictly Evil
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 1
Our first conversation occurred at Doc Disorder's, the neighborhood
bar. I stepped in just like I did every day after work. Only this time,
I saw a strange face -- a really adorable brunette with hypnotic dark
brown eyes. She also looked like she just came from work. She wore a
short black jacket and a slightly above-the-knee black skirt. Black
nylons and pumps completed the ensemble.
She eyed me from across the bar and motioned me with her flashing
brown eyes to sit next to her. She was sipping a vodka martini, the
same as me.
"Some coincidence," I told her.
"You don't recognize me?" she asked.
She did look familiar. But I couldn't quite place her.
"I just started working in your department. You've been staring at my
legs all week, haven't you?"
I gulped hard. It was true. There indeed was a new set of legs that I'd
been ogling, but the face was always buried in paperwork.
"I have a little mirror that sits on my desk. A quick glance and I see
all the voyeurs in the office. You're public enemy number one. Your
name's Jason, isn't it?"
I just nodded in response. I was feeling slightly intimidated, like I
was a 4 year-old caught stealing pink-frosted cookies from the cookie
jar.
"I'm Lori."
She extended a slim pale hand and I grasped it firmly. It was warm and
soft. Her smile was friendly and inviting.
We continued to talk about work, all the while she stroked my calf with
her leather pump. It was only small talk but I hung on her every word.
Soon, her delicate hand found its way to my crotch, instantly waking it
up.
"I'm sorry Jason, but I've got to get home. I have a lot of reading
material to catch up on. I'll see you tomorrow. Buh-bye"
I was so aroused, I thought about masturbating right there in the bar's
bathroom. I reconsidered and had two more martinis before going home
and falling fast asleep.
Right before quitting time the next day, I found a house mail on my
computer from the "new girl." It politely asked me to show up at the
Holiday Inn at the corner of town and to get a room for the night at
approximately 8pm in my name. She said that she found me rather cute
and wanted me to excuse her brusqueness the previous day by joining her
for an intimate dinner in a private room. I should bring the
Chardonnay, she said in her sweet note, and she would bring the dinner.
I didn't see or hear from my new co-worker again until 8:30pm when she
called me from the hotel lobby to get the room number. Seconds later,
there was a knock on the door with a stunning vision behind it. At the
office, she was always the epitome of conservative businesswoman. In
the hotel, she projected a snapshot of femininity, a wet dream come
true.
Instead of severely tied back, her dark, silky hair was worn loose and
softly caressed her angelic face. Her business suit was replaced by a
simple floral sundress, and her deadly leather pumps were replaced by a
pair of strappy sandals. But the most shocking change was the playful
smile that spread across her lips. Instead of unattainable princess,
the image she projected was a flirty sweetness.
I first noticed that she had a paper Macy's shopping bag with her. It
must be dinner, I assumed, as she made her way to the couch. We
started on the Chardonnay as she continued apologizing for what she
called rudeness.
"You liked ogling me in the office this week, didn't you Jason?," she
said as the playful smile slowly turned into a mischievous one.
I blushed. Noticing the paper bag between her legs, I leaned forward
and peaked inside.
"No, Jason. There is no dinner in there. But I was hoping to have you
for dessert," she purred, batting her eyelashes.
She grabbed the handle of the bag with her foot and brought it up to my
hands. I removed its contents one by one: two pairs of handcuffs,
electrical tape, rope, a small silver ring, and a strange-looking
harness. I looked at my colleague. She returned the look as if she were
sizing up her prey.
"I don't understand," I mumbled. "Are you kinky? Do you want me to tie
you up?"
I was quickly awakened from my confusion by a sharp slap to the cheek.
"Yes and no," my temptress serenely stated. "If you want to have
breakfast here in the morning, it would be wise to do as I say."
I meekly followed her orders from then on. Lori told me to disrobe and
lie flat on the bed. I shuddered as she manacled my wrists to the top
two corners of the bedpost and put the key on the nightstand. She then
slipped off her pumps, climbed on the bed, and seductively placed a
dainty foot on my chest. I smelled perfume and leather and my cock
bobbed obscenely in front of me. She rolled her nylon stocking down
her milky white leg, slowly and sensually. Waving the nylon in front of
my face, the process was then repeated with the other leg.
I moaned from her teasing manipulations. But the sexy vixen proceeded
to tie my ankles to the bottom two corners of the bed. She then slowly
removed her clothing until she was just clad in bra and panties. They
were green, just like the ribbon in her hair. She hovered over my face
and planted a deep kiss on my trembling mouth. I swooned as she removed
the last vestiges of her clothing.
Lori then straddled my face, facing my erection. Something cold and
hard was slipped over it. All that I was able to see were her lovely
creamy-white buttocks, but she peered around to tell me that she
put a cock ring around my shaft to prevent any "accidents."
I then used my tongue to explore every nook and cranny of this
delicious goddess, from the small of her back to her belly button, and
everything in between. She tasted heavenly and soon her abundant juices
coated my face from my forehead to my chin, and dripped down my neck.
My own cock pulsated helplessly and leaked a copious amount of pre-cum
as Lori blew softly on it and darted her tongue at it like a dagger.
I went mad with lust but thoroughly pleased my goddess orally for over
an hour and gave her multiple orgasms. She kept me going by bringing me
to the brink several times with her wet pink tongue. She even suckled
my balls in her warm mouth which almost sent me over the edge. But,
alas, I was denied.
We were still locked in a "69" when Lori fell asleep. I, of course,
could not sleep a wink and when she awoke at dawn, I had a splitting
headache. Leaving me bound, she showered and dressed quickly, placing a
ten dollar bill on the nightstand, next to the key.
Picking up the key, I thought Lori was going to finally release me. But
she just re-positioned me and re-cuffed my hands behind my back. For
some reason, I let her, maybe because I thought I'd finally get to cum.
With obvious dexterity, my "date" attached the leather and metal
harness to my privates over the cock ring. I winced as the metal bit
deeply into my already bloated package. My complaints were met with
swift action by my tormentress.
She turned away from me and daintily lifted her sundress. Glancing at
me with a saucy wink, she wiggled out of her panties and proceeded to
stuff it into my mouth which she expertly sealed with the tape. The
taste of her essence distracted me as she rolled me onto my belly for
an ankle to wrist hogtie. I was still in dreamland when she used the
rope to cinch my elbows together. This furiously snapped me back into
reality as the pain seared into my muscles and my brain.
"Uh, oh. 9 o'clock. I'll be late for Ally McBeal. Gotta run," she sung.
As she headed to the door, I hollered through the panty gag. My
seductress swiveled on her heels, and drank in the image before her on
the bed: a hogtied, gagged, horny man with no relief in sight. She
brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and blew me a kiss.
"All I promised you was breakfast in this room in the morning," she
dryly sneered. "Just order from room service after the maid finds
you."
With that, my enchantress opened the door and pulled the "DO NOT
DISTURB SIGN" off the outside doorknob. She sashayed over to me and
dropped the sign in front of my nose. The last I saw of her was her
delectable rear end as it swayed from left to right and out the door.
