Rebecca's Office
Rebecca sat in her office, her feet propped up on the desk, the wood creaking softly beneath her heels. Her short pencil skirt was slightly hiked up, revealing a glimpse of her lace stockings and the curve of her thighs. The white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of her lace push-up bra, strained against her firm breasts. Her lace thong lay discarded on the floor, a silent witness to her current state of arousal.
It was the middle of the day, as the sunlight shone brightly through the blinds of her window, creating hard shadows in her office on the second floor of the school building. Nobody could see her from here on the second floor, allowing Rebecca full privacy to indulge in this moment of solitude without fear of interruption.
At 36, she was a woman of discipline and control, both in her professional and personal life. She had risen quickly through the ranks to become the headmistress of this prestigious school, following a successful tenure at her previous school, where she transformed an underachieving institution into a success story. Her strict and disciplined approach to education was mirrored in her private life, where she was a dominatrix with a penchant for hot young girls. Although she was bisexual and enjoyed the occasional hard fuck with men, she saw them more as playthings to be manipulated and controlled, using her sex appeal and strict yet sexy appearance.
Rebecca's hand was already on her clit, her fingers tracing the contours of her vulva before settling on the sensitive nub. The familiar sensation of her clithood piercing heightened her arousal, and she felt a gentle tug with each circular motion of her fingers. She was rubbing her clit in sync with the action on the screen, the touch light and teasing at first but growing more insistent as she watched the sapphic lesbian porn on her computer.
The screen displayed a clear close-up of one of the girls eating the other girl's pussy. The girl on her knees was using her tongue vigorously to lick the other girl's clit, eliciting soft moans and sighs that filled the room. The sound from the video was not loud but audible, and Rebecca enjoyed hearing the gentle moaning of the girls as they pleasured each other. The scene was intense and intimate, capturing every detail of their passionate encounter.
As she continued to watch and masturbate, Rebecca's breathing deepened, and her eyes remained fixed on the screen. Her body tensed, her muscles contracting as she approached a state of heightened arousal. The air was filled with the scent of her arousal, a sweet and musky smell that mingled with the leather scent of her office chair. Her skin felt warm and flushed, and she could taste the slight saltiness of her sweat on her lips. The soft moaning from the video and the gentle rustling of clothes added to her arousal, making the experience even more intense.
A Strange Sound
Just as she was fully absorbed in the scene, Rebecca heard a noise coming from the hallway. It was lunch break, and the hallways were supposed to be empty, with all students downstairs in the lunchroom or outside, except for perhaps a teacher still working or checking homework in one of the classrooms.
The noise was faint at first—a muffled sound. Startled, she stopped the video from playing, her hand pausing on her clit. Her curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate further. She stood up, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her blouse, leaving her thong on the floor in her office. She opened the office door and peeked outside.
The hallway was empty and silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. As she walked farther down the hallway, she began to notice that the noise was coming from the direction of the public restroom. As she walked closer to the restroom, the noise became louder, but still difficult to distinguish what this sound was.
Rebecca pushed the door of the public restroom open and stepped inside. The fluorescent lights illuminated the sterile and white space of the restroom. The restroom looked empty and silent, except for the loud moaning of someone in one of the restroom stalls. Rebecca bent over slightly to see if there was anyone in one of the stalls, until she noticed in one of the stalls two pairs of feet.
Rebecca's heart beat slightly faster with anticipation as she approached the occupied stall. To get a better view, she entered the stall next to it and carefully got up onto the toilet. From this vantage point, she peered over the edge into the other stall, trying not to make any noise. What she saw made her pause, her breath catching in her throat.
She immediately recognized Mira, a 19-year-old student, being fucked hard by one of the history teachers, 51-year-old Mr. Murdoch. Rebecca couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw it. She always knew Mira as pretty and popular, but cute and innocent girl, not at all the type of girl she would expect to find having sex with one of her teachers, let alone an older man like Mr. Murdoch, who was on top of being much older than Mira, not the most attractive teacher, having a full scruffy gray beard and being slightly overweight.
Yet, here she was eyewitness of the petite Mira, with her slender yet curved tanned body and innocent looks, half bent over and leaning with her hands and face against the restroom stall wall, her long brown straight hair cascaded down her back, her pouty lips slightly parted as she was moaning, while Mr. Murdoch roughly pounded into the small teen from behind. From this perspective, Rebecca had a perfect view on the young girl’s perfect figure and tanned tight round ass, as the teacher’s pale small white cock covered in juices pounded in and out of her.
As the teacher continued to fuck Mira, he squeezed her hips hard, causing her to gasp.
"You love being fucked like this, don't you, horny little bitch?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of arousal and degradation.
Mira responded with a soft, approving moan, her eyes closed in pleasure.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slamming together.
Rebecca's arousal spiked at this point, and she began to masturbate again, her fingers tracing the contours of her vulva as she watched. The sight of Mira's wetness and the teacher's hard cock was too enticing to ignore. She felt her own body respond to the scene unfolding before her, her fingers moving in sync with the teacher's thrusts.
The teacher's thrusts became more intense, his cock pounding into Mira's pussy roughly, almost making her eyes pop out from the force. It was this rough handling that caused Mira to open her eyes. She looked around the restroom stall, and suddenly spotted Rebecca peeking over the side.
Mira's expression didn't change however; she didn't seem to mind being watched. Instead, she appeared to be too caught up in the sensation of being treated like a slut and being fucked in such a rough manner. Her eyes locked onto Rebecca's, and there was a subtle hint of a smile, a taunt in her gaze.
From that moment on, Mira's demeanor shifted. Her moans became more exaggerated and her body movements more dramatic. As the teacher continued to fuck her, Mira arched her back more, pushing her ass up towards him. She spread her legs a little further apart, making the penetration deeper and more intense, while giving Rebecca a better view of her clean-shaved tight little pussy. Her breasts bounced more vigorously with each thrust, and her hands pressed harder against the wall, her fingers spreading wide as if to brace herself for the impact.
Her eyes never left Rebecca's, and she seemed to be enjoying the fact that she was being watched. She was clearly enjoying the way he was treating her, but it was all directed at Rebecca now. The teacher was just a part of the entertainment Mira was providing, a prop in her show. Mira's body was a canvas of red marks and sweat, her pussy clearly wet and swollen from the relentless pounding.
“You desperate little whore”, Mr. Murdoch said in heaving breathing as he continued to pound into her.
"Yes, I'm a desperate little whore," Mira moaned, her voice clear and defiant, her hips pushing back against him, spurring him on, while she was looking straight at Rebecca.
Rebecca pulled out her phone and began recording a video of the scene, capturing every moment of Mira being pounded in the restroom stall. The air was thick with tension and arousal, and Rebecca felt her own body respond to the scene unfolding before her. She continued to masturbate more vigorously, her fingers moving in sync with the teacher's thrusts.
As the teacher's thrusts became more intense, Mira's moans grew louder, her body tensing with each penetration. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a musky aroma that filled the small space of the restroom stall. The sound of their bodies slamming together echoed off the walls, a rhythmic beat that seemed to match the pounding of Rebecca's heart as she watched.
Finally, the teacher roughly pulled out of Mira's wet pussy, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her around, his grip firm as he forced her down onto her knees. Mira's eyes never left Rebecca's, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she knew she was being watched.
The teacher's hands were rough as he positioned Mira, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her hair back. "Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice low and menacing. Mira obeyed, her full pouty lips parting to reveal her tongue and the inside of her mouth.
As the teacher came, he covered Mira's face with his cum, the warm liquid splashing against her skin. Mira's eyes remained fixed on Rebecca, her gaze locked in a silent communication. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that she was being watched, her performance heightened by the knowledge that Rebecca was observing every detail.
The sound of the teacher's grunts and Mira's soft moans filled the air, mingling with the scent of sex and sweat. Rebecca felt her own arousal spike, her fingers moving more urgently as she watched the scene unfold. She was completely absorbed in the sensuality of the moment, her body humming with anticipation.
Mira's face was a canvas of cum, her skin glistening with the warm liquid. She licked her lips, tasting the salty flavor of the teacher's semen. Her eyes never wavered from Rebecca's, a taunt in her gaze as if daring her to look away.
The teacher stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion. "You're a dirty little cum dump," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of arousal and degradation. Mira repeated it back to him, "Yes, I'm a dirty little cum dump," her voice clear and defiant, looking straight at Rebecca.
Rebecca realized they had finished and quickly quit filming and put her phone back, deciding to leave quickly before the teacher discovered she was there. She knew she had just stumbled upon something that could give her significant leverage over Mira, and she was already thinking about how she could use this discovery to her advantage.
A Devious Little Plan
Rebecca returned to her office, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just seen. She sat down at her desk, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. The rest of the lunch break passed in a blur as she focused on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to Mira and the teacher. Rebecca couldn’t help slipping her fingers again between her legs, quickly finding her throbbing clit again, as she continued the lesbian porn video on her computer. She imagined the beautiful blonde lesbian licking the other girl’s pussy to be Mira licking her pussy, as she masturbated herself to a massive orgasm.
As the afternoon classes began, Rebecca's thoughts remained preoccupied with the young girl. She couldn't help but wonder what other secrets Mira might be hiding, and how she could exploit this newfound knowledge to further her own desires.
A couple of classes passed, and the school's afternoon routine continued uninterrupted. Rebecca, however, was far from her usual composed self. Her encounter with Mira had left her with a lingering sense of arousal and a growing curiosity about the young girl's behavior.
Finally, as the last class of the day was about to end, Rebecca decided it was time to act. She picked up the phone on her desk and dialed the extension for the school's administrative office.
"Hello, this is Headmistress Rebecca," she said, her voice firm but husky with an underlying hint of desire. "I need to speak with Mira from Mrs. Johnson's class. Could you please have her come to my office immediately after her last class?"
The administrative assistant on the other end of the line acknowledged the request without hesitation. "Of course, Headmistress. I'll make sure Mira is sent to your office right away."
Rebecca hung up the phone, her mind racing with the implications of what she had witnessed and how she could use this discovery to her advantage. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting her blouse, ensuring she looked composed and in control.
Submission
The door to her office opened, and Mira walked in, her eyes scanning the room before settling on Rebecca. Mira was a vision of innocence and allure, her short pleated skirt accentuating her perfect hourglass figure and her blouse highlighting her 75C cup breasts. Her long brown straight hair cascaded down her back, and her full pouty lips were slightly parted as she smiled. She stood at about 1.58 meters tall, her slender frame and slightly tanned skin adding to her youthful beauty.
"Mira, come here," Rebecca said, her voice commanding but inviting. She was sitting on the edge of her desk, her posture confident and authoritative. "I need to speak with you about something."
Mira approached, her steps hesitant but determined. As she reached the desk, Rebecca could see the mix of emotions on her face – fear, curiosity, and a hint of arousal.
Rebecca's eyes locked onto Mira's, a silent communication passing between them. "I think we need to discuss what I saw earlier," Rebecca began, her voice low and controlled. "It seems you have a certain... appetite for rough treatment. I must say, I find it quite intriguing."
As she spoke, Rebecca stood up from the edge of her desk and began to walk over to the sofa. Her movements were deliberate and commanding, drawing Mira's attention. Mira followed her with her eyes, her expression, a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
Rebecca reached the sofa and sat down, spreading her legs wide and putting her feet on either side of the sofa. She was still not wearing any panties, having never put them back on after her earlier masturbation. This exposed her shaved pussy completely to Mira, a silent invitation that needed no words.
The air was thick with anticipation as Mira's gaze dropped to Rebecca's exposed pussy. For a moment, she seemed frozen, her eyes fixed on Rebecca's clean-shaven vagina. Then, without a word, Rebecca gestured to Mira with her finger, a subtle but clear invitation for her to come closer.
Mira's eyes never left Rebecca's as she approached the sofa. Her steps were hesitant but determined, a mix of curiosity and submission evident in her expression. As she reached the sofa, Rebecca's finger beckoned her again, this time more insistently.
Mira knelt down in front of the sofa, her gaze still locked onto Rebecca's. She leaned forward, her head diving between Rebecca's legs, her tongue tracing the contours of Rebecca's vulva. The touch was light and tentative at first but grew more confident as she continued, paying special attention to Rebecca's still swollen clit.
Rebecca watched Mira, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the young girl's submission. She felt a surge of power and control, knowing that Mira was willing to follow her orders without question. The silence between them was palpable, a silent communication that spoke volumes about their power dynamic.
As Mira continued to lick her pussy, Rebecca's breathing deepened, and her body tensed with pleasure. She reached out, her hand gently guiding Mira's head, ensuring she knew exactly what was expected of her. The air was filled with the scent of arousal and the soft sounds of Mira's licking.
Rebecca felt her own arousal spike, her fingers tracing the contours of her body as she watched Mira. It was a moment of pure submission, a test of Mira's willingness to obey and please.
The silence between them continued, the only sounds being Mira's gentle licking and Rebecca's soft moans of pleasure. Rebecca's body tensed, her muscles contracting as she approached an orgasm. Mira's eyes occasionally flicked up to meet Rebecca's, seeking approval and guidance.
Finally, Rebecca's body relaxed, her orgasm subsiding. She pulled Mira's head back, her eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the understanding between them clear.
Rebecca recomposed herself, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting her blouse. "You're very good at this, Mira," she said, her voice husky with arousal. "I think we can have a lot of fun together."
Mira's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted as she caught her breath. She looked up at Rebecca, a mix of fear and desire in her eyes, but she said nothing, her silence a testament to her submission.
Rebecca smiled, a small, satisfied smile. "We'll talk more about this later, Mira. For now, you can go back to class. But remember, I'll be watching you, and I expect you to be ready for me at all times."
Mira nodded, her eyes never leaving Rebecca's, before she stood up and left the office. The unspoken understanding between them was clear: Rebecca was in control, and Mira was her submissive.
The Next Day
The next day, Rebecca spotted Mira in the teacher’s lounge kitchen, her slender figure silhouetted against the morning light as she prepared a coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of Mira's perfume, a subtle yet alluring fragrance that hinted at her underlying sensuality.
Rebecca approached Mira quietly; her movements deliberate and commanding. She pushed Mira gently against the counter, the cool granite pressing against Mira's hips. Their eyes locked in a silent communication, the air thick with anticipation.
Mira did not turn around, her body tense but not resistant. Rebecca's gaze never wavered as she reached out and gently lifted Mira's skirt, exposing her panties. The fabric was a delicate lace, a contrast to the rough handling that was about to ensue.
Without hesitation, Rebecca pulled down Mira's panties, which dropped to the floor with a soft rustle. She then took out a metallic buttplug with a white rhinestone from her pocket and lubricated it with her mouth, the action casual yet intensely erotic. The buttplug gleamed in the light, its metallic sheen reflecting the tension between them.
Rebecca held the buttplug against Mira's tight little asshole, the tip pressing gently against the entrance. She paused for a moment, letting Mira feel the anticipation build. Mira's body tensed slightly, her muscles contracting around the impending intrusion.
Slowly, Rebecca began to push the buttplug in; the movement deliberate and controlled. The air was heavy with the sound of Mira's soft breathing and the faint rustling of her clothes as she shifted slightly. The buttplug slid in inch by inch, each movement causing Mira's body to tense and then relax as her muscles adjusted to the intrusion.
As the buttplug reached its full depth, Mira's body tensed once more, her muscles contracting around it. Rebecca held it in place for a moment, ensuring it was firmly seated.
Once the buttplug was in place, the metallic part of the plug had completely disappeared into Mira's tight little asshole, leaving only the white rhinestone visible. This small, sparkling jewel protruded slightly from her anus, creating a striking contrast against the smooth, tanned skin of her buttocks. The round shape of Mira's ass was accentuated by the subtle presence of the buttplug, giving her a subtly fuller and more defined appearance.
The sight was intensely erotic; the cool metal of the buttplug, though hidden, added a sensual tension to the visual of Mira's tight, tanned ass. The rhinestone jewel gleamed like a small, elegant ornament, drawing attention to the perfectly rounded contours of her buttocks. The skin around the rhinestone was slightly stretched, but it fit snugly, enhancing the natural curves of her body.
Rebecca let Mira's skirt down again, covering her once more. Mira pulled her panties back up, the buttplug hidden from view, but its presence still felt.
"Come to my office after class," Rebecca said, her voice firm but husky with an underlying hint of desire. The words hung in the air, a command that was both clear and enticing.
Mira nodded, her eyes never leaving Rebecca's, her expression a mix of fear and desire. She said nothing, her silence a testament to her submission. With that, she turned and left the kitchen, the unspoken understanding between them clear.
After Class
As Mira walked into Rebecca’s office, the air seemed to thicken. Rebecca’s eyes locked onto Mira’s, a silent communication that spoke volumes. Mira’s gaze never wavered, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
"Turn around," Rebecca said, her voice firm but husky with desire. Mira obeyed without a word, her movements deliberate and slightly taunting. She turned slowly, her eyes never leaving Rebecca’s.
Mira slid her panties to the side, revealing the buttplug still nestled in her tight little asshole, as she bent over slightly and with both hands spread her ass cheeks further to give Rebecca a perfect view. The sight was intensely erotic, the rhinestone gleaming in the light. Mira’s expression was a mix of anticipation and defiance, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Good girl," Rebecca said, her voice low and controlled. "You know why you’re here, don’t you?" The question was rhetorical, but it added to the tension.
Mira nodded, her eyes locked onto Rebecca’s. The movement was slight, almost imperceptible, but it was enough to acknowledge the power dynamic at play. Rebecca smiled, a small, satisfied smile that hinted at the control she held over Mira.
As Mira stood before her, Rebecca's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze scrutinizing every detail of Mira's appearance. "Get naked, you little slut," Rebecca commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Mira's eyes flickered for a moment, but she obeyed without a word. She slowly undressed, her movements deliberate and slightly taunting. As she shed her clothes, Rebecca's eyes roamed over Mira's naked body, taking in the perfect hourglass figure, the slender frame and the full pouty lips.
Rebecca's expression was a mix of approval and dominance. "You are quite the sight, you desperate little cunt," she said, her voice dripping with erotic intent. "Now, get on all fours."
Mira complied, her body tense but willing. She positioned herself on all fours, the buttplug still nestled in her tight little asshole. Rebecca walked over to her, her eyes locked onto Mira's, a silent communication that reinforced her control.
"Stay in that position," Rebecca instructed, her voice low and authoritative. "Do not move until I tell you to."
Mira remained still, her eyes cast downward, but her body language betraying a mix of anticipation and defiance. Rebecca's gaze lingered on Mira's form, her expression a blend of strict dominance and erotic desire.
Rebecca walked towards the drawer, her movements controlled and deliberate. She took out a purple vibrator and walked over to Mira, who was now on all fours. Rebecca bent over, spreading Mira’s pussy with her hands and spitting on the young girl’s tight cunt before slowly sliding the vibrator into her. The air was filled with the scent of arousal and the soft sounds of Mira’s struggles as she adjusted to the intrusion.
"Stay still," Rebecca commanded, her voice low and authoritative. Mira remained motionless, the vibrator relentlessly vibrating inside her pussy. The silence between them was broken only by the sounds of their heavy breathing and the hum of the vibrator. Mira's chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her body beginning to squirm subtly as the vibrations intensified.
Rebecca walked over to her sofa, plumping down and spreading her legs wide, giving her a perfect view of her shaved pussy. She began to rub her clit in circles, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of arousal.
As Mira continued to squirm and struggle for an orgasm, her moans grew softer but more frequent. Her body wiggled slightly, her hips twitching with each vibration. Her pussy, visible and increasingly wet, glistened in the light, a testament to her growing arousal. Rebecca's eyes were fixed on Mira, her gaze intense and commanding.
Rebecca's arousal spiked as she watched Mira. She was completely absorbed in the sensuality of the moment, her body humming with anticipation. Mira's panting became more pronounced, her breaths coming in short gasps as she approached her climax. Her body tensed and relaxed with each thrust of the vibrator, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
The room was a symphony of sounds: Mira's gentle moans, Rebecca's soft breathing and the humming of the vibrator. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Just before Mira was about to reach her orgasm, the air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation. Rebecca's voice, low and husky, cut through the silence, laced with a hint of dominance and snobbery.
"Take out the vibrator, you desperate little cunt," Rebecca instructed, her tone commanding and slightly condescending. "You're not quite ready to cum yet."
Mira's hands trembled slightly as she complied, the vibrator slipping out of her pussy with a soft gurgle. Rebecca's eyes narrowed, her gaze scrutinizing every detail of Mira's appearance.
"Come here, you horny little slut," Rebecca gestured, her voice dripping with desire and a touch of sadism. "Crawl to me like the sex toy you are."
Mira crawled on all fours towards Rebecca, her body still trembling from the vibrations. Her eyes were locked onto Rebecca's, a mix of anticipation and submission in her gaze. Each movement was deliberate, her hips swaying slightly as she moved, her breasts bouncing gently with each crawl.
As Mira approached, Rebecca's arousal became more evident. Her breathing quickened, and her pupils dilated with desire. She guided Mira’s head to her dripping wet, throbbing pussy, the touch sending shivers down her spine.
"Make me cum, you little slut," Rebecca whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with urgency and humiliation. "Show me how well you can please me."
Mira's tongue traced the contours of Rebecca’s vulva, the touch light and tentative at first but growing more confident as she continued. Rebecca's body began to tense, her muscles contracting in anticipation of the orgasm.
"You're so obedient, my little whore," Rebecca said, her voice laced with a mix of approval and disdain. "But you still have much to learn about pleasing a woman like me."
The room was silent except for the sounds of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan from Mira as she worked her magic. Rebecca's hands grasped Mira's hair, guiding her movements, her fingers tangling in the long brown strands. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal and sweat.
As Mira's tongue danced across Rebecca's clit, the sensation built to a crescendo. Rebecca's body arched backward, her legs spreading wider as she approached her climax. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, until finally, she reached her orgasm. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the silence between them broken only by the sounds of their pleasure.
Rebecca stripped naked, her slender figure commanding the room. She walked over to the cabinet, her movements controlled and deliberate. As she opened the drawer, the soft creak of the wood broke the silence, and Mira's eyes flickered towards the sound.
Rebecca took out a strap-on dildo with a buttplug attached, the leather and silicone gleaming in the light. She put on the strap-on, sliding the dildo into her pussy and the buttplug into her ass. The act was almost ritualistic, each movement precise and calculated.
As she adjusted the strap-on, Rebecca's eyes never left Mira’s. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds being their heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the leather as Rebecca moved. Mira's body tensed slightly, her eyes locked onto Rebecca's, a mix of anticipation and submission in her gaze.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, the silence between them palpable. Rebecca's expression was a blend of dominance and desire, her eyes gleaming with a hint of sadism. Mira's face was a picture of obedience, her lips slightly parted as she awaited Rebecca's next command.
"Get ready, little slut," Rebecca said finally, her voice low and husky. "I want you to lay on the desk with your legs spread wide."
Mira complied, her body moving slowly as she positioned herself on the desk. Her legs spread wide, exposing her pussy to Rebecca's gaze. The buttplug still nestled in her tight little asshole, a constant reminder of their earlier encounter.
Rebecca walked over to Mira, her eyes fixed on the young girl's body. She stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of Mira's exposed form, the anticipation building between them.
Rebecca stood over Mira, her eyes fixed intently on the young girl's exposed form. The air was thick with tension, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the small office. Rebecca's hand moved to adjust the strap-on, ensuring it was securely in place.
"Get ready, little slut," Rebecca whispered, her voice low and husky with desire. "I'm going to fill you completely."
Mira's body tensed, her muscles contracting in anticipation. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure from the earlier stimulation. Rebecca's hand moved to Mira's breasts, squeezing them firmly as she positioned herself.
Rebecca's fingers trailed down Mira's body, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs before reaching her pussy. She spread Mira’s legs wider, her hands guiding Mira’s thighs apart. The anticipation was palpable, the silence between them broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Rebecca aligned the strap-on with Mira's pussy. She paused for a moment, letting the tension build, before slowly beginning to slide the dildo into Mira. The act was almost ritualistic, each movement precise and calculated.
As the strap-on entered Mira's pussy, she let out a soft moan, her body tensing around the intrusion. Rebecca's eyes never left Mira’s, her gaze intense and commanding. The sound of Mira's moans and the soft creak of the leather strap-on filled the room.
"Take it, little cunt," Rebecca whispered, her voice husky with desire and dominance. "Feel the strap-on deep inside you, filling you completely."
Mira's hips arched backward, her legs spreading wider as Rebecca's movements became more forceful. Her moans turned into soft cries, her body trembling with each penetration. Rebecca's hand moved from her clit to Mira's breasts, squeezing them firmly as she continued to fuck her.
Rebecca slowly began to thrust, her hand rubbing her clit in circular motions, as the other hand pinched Mira's nipples. Mira’s body tensed and relaxed with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more urgent as she approached an orgasm.
The room was silent except for the sounds of their pleasure: Mira's moans, Rebecca's soft grunts, and the rhythmic thud of the strap-on against Mira's body. The tension between them was palpable, the air heavy with anticipation.
As Mira's orgasm approached, her body began to shudder, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Rebecca's movements quickened, her thrusts becoming more forceful as she pushed Mira towards her climax.
"Cum for me, little cunt," Rebecca urged, her voice low and commanding. "Let go and let the pleasure take over."
Finally, Mira came hard, her body shuddering violently under Rebecca’s relentless thrusts. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the silence between them broken only by the sounds of their pleasure: Mira's loud moans, Rebecca's soft grunts and the rhythmic thud of the strap-on against Mira's body.
As the orgasm washed over her, Mira's body arched backward, her legs spreading wider as she let out a series of sharp, gasping breaths. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. Rebecca's grip on her breasts tightened, her fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh as she pinched her nipples harder.
The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, a musky aroma that hung heavy in the air. The sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the desk under Mira's body added to the tension, making the moment even more intense.
As Mira's body shuddered, Rebecca's movements quickened, her thrusts becoming more forceful as she rode out Mira's orgasm. The sensation was almost overwhelming, Mira's moans growing louder and more desperate as she felt herself being pushed to the edge once more.
Finally, as Mira's body shuddered one last time, Rebecca slowed her movements, her chest heaving with exertion. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the silence between them broken only by the sounds of their heavy breathing.
As they caught their breath, the emotional connection between them was clear: a deep-seated trust and submission. Mira's eyes opened slowly, her gaze locking onto Rebecca's, a mix of satisfaction and submission in her eyes. Rebecca smiled, a small, satisfied smile that hinted at the control she held over Mira.
Rebecca pulled out the strap-on and buttplug, her movements slow and deliberate as she broke the intimate connection between them. She put the strap-on back in the drawer, the leather creaking softly as it was laid to rest. The buttplug, still nestled in Mira's tight little asshole, was a reminder of their earlier encounter.
As Mira got up from the desk, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm, Rebecca's eyes never left hers. There was a silent understanding between them, a deep-seated trust and submission that spoke volumes without a word being spoken.
Rebecca walked over to Mira, her hand guiding Mira's body to turn around. "Bend over the desk," she instructed, her voice still husky with arousal.
Mira complied, her body bending over the desk in a submissive pose. Rebecca's hands moved to Mira's hips, holding her in place as she reached to remove the buttplug. The air was thick with anticipation, the only sound being Mira's soft breathing and the occasional creak of the desk.
As Rebecca slowly pulled out the buttplug, Mira let out a soft moan, her body tensing slightly around the intrusion. The sound was almost audible, a testament to how deeply the buttplug had been nestled. Rebecca's eyes locked onto Mira's form, her gaze intense and commanding.
The removal of the buttplug was a slow, sensual process; each movement deliberate and calculated. Rebecca's fingers traced the contours of Mira's body, ensuring she was comfortable and ready for the final act of their encounter.
Once the buttplug was out, Rebecca stepped back, allowing Mira to stand up straight. Their eyes met once more, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamic that existed between them. Mira's face was a picture of submission, her eyes cast downward, but her body language betraying a mix of satisfaction and obedience.
"You can get dressed now," Rebecca said, her voice still low and husky with arousal. "You can go."
Mira nodded, her movements slow as she began to dress. The room was quiet, the only sound being the rustle of clothes and the occasional creak of the desk. As Mira finished dressing, she turned to look at Rebecca, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.
"Thank you," Mira whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with a mix of gratitude and submission.
Rebecca smiled, a small, satisfied smile that hinted at the control she held over Mira. "You're welcome, little slut," she said softly. "You can go now."
Mira nodded and left the office, the door closing softly behind her. The unspoken understanding between them was clear: Rebecca was in control, and Mira was her submissive.
