THE THINGS A WOMAN WILL MAKE A MAN DO FOR HER
Isabelle Gray
Sasha calls her husband, Tadd. She knows he’s in an important meeting. He knows she knows he’s in an important meeting. When he recognizes her work number, his heart beats a little faster; there’s an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He takes the call.
Tadd is wearing his finest suit: gray wool, bespoke. He picked it up in London on a business trip. He’s wearing a silk tie and a pure cotton shirt. He’s making an important pitch to a client, trying to persuade a hedge fund manager his law firm is the right one to steer the fund through the twenty-first century. While Tadd practiced his pitch earlier, his wife knelt before him, his cock in her mouth. He stared at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to their bed, talked about disclosure document guidance and managing quarterly filings, while Sasha performed her wifely ministrations. When he could no longer focus, Tadd closed his eyes and pulled her hair into his fists. Every time his cock reached the wet, soft back of her throat, he groaned. When he came on her face, he said, “Let it dry there. I want you to fall asleep with me on your skin.” Sasha was happy to oblige.
Tadd holds a hand up to pause his meeting. He says, “Gentlemen, excuse me,” and steps into the hallway. To Sasha, he says, “What’s up, babe?”
She is in her office. She is also wearing a fine suit, a pencil skirt instead of slacks; tight, silk stockings with seams along the backs of her calves instead of a silk tie. Sasha has locked her office door. She is sitting at her desk in her expensive designer chair. Her feet are planted against her desk. Her legs are spread wide and her skirt is hiked up around her waist; thong panties, black, pulled to the side. Sasha is breathing heavily. She has been fucking herself, stroking her clit hard; there’s a thick, black dildo filling her pussy. She keeps it in a locked drawer in her desk. She feels stretched and open.
Sasha says, “My love, there is something I need to tell you.” She shares every intimate detail of how she is fucking herself hard and dirty, how she can smell herself, how her pussy is wet and tender from making love the night before. She tells Tadd she needs his help. She says, “You’re on speakerphone, baby. Make me come.” Tadd looks into the conference room and exhales loudly. He clears his throat. He loosens his tie a bit. His cock is throbbing beneath his bespoke gray wool slacks. He tries to keep his voice steady. He says, “Wife, I’m in the middle of something.”
Sasha moans, softly. She doesn’t want her colleagues to hear her. She says, “I’m in the middle of something too.” Tadd waves to the men around the conference table and holds up five fingers. He turns away and whispers, “Unbutton your shirt. Open your bra. Bare your breasts. Take a picture for me of you sitting at your desk like the insatiable whore you are.” Sasha bites her lower lip. She reaches for her cell phone and quickly does as she’s told. Tadd chuckles as his BlackBerry vibrates. He says, “Very good, baby. You’re being bad. Good things should happen to bad girls. Pinch your nipples, hard.” Again, Sasha does as she’s told. She rolls her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. They, too, are tender from the previous night. She squeezes until her nipples are nearly flat. Her eyes water. Tadd says, “I think you can hurt yourself better than that.” When she releases her grip, she can feel the blood rushing back to her chest, and she smiles to her empty office.
“I want you to slap your pussy for me, and I want to hear it.”
She raises her hand high and brings it down against her neatly trimmed pussy. The slap echoes through the room.
“Do it again,” Tadd says.
Sasha slaps herself again and again and again. Her pussy lips tingle. She makes contact with the base of the dildo, and as it penetrates her deeper, her cunt clenches around its girth.
“Unfortunately,” Tadd says, “I don’t have time to linger. As you well know…”
“You’re in an important meeting,” Sasha says, finishing his sentence.
“Exactly. I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come loudly. I want you to stroke your clit so hard, you feel your fingers there for the rest of your day.”
She moans softly and rubs her clit furiously, flexing her calves as she spreads her legs wider still. She whimpers.
Tadd says, “I said I want to hear you.”
A louder moan escapes from between her lips. She can feel beads of sweat trailing along her spine and pooling in the small of her back.
Tadd’s voice grows cold. He says, “When I say I want to hear you, I mean I want to hear you.”
Her entire body flushes with heat. Sasha loves when her husband takes a firm hand.
He says, “Tell me what you are. Do not be modest.”
This time, Sasha feels the sound rising through her body from her wet, swollen pussy and out of her mouth. She moans loudly, deeply. The sound of it is vulgar and thrilling. She doesn’t care who hears. Wetness from her pussy snakes down between her asscheeks and seeps into the fine linen of her designer chair. Sasha says, “I am your dirty little slut. I am the kind of slut who calls her man on the phone to make him fuck her; I am so hungry for you, I’ll pull you from your important meeting to let you listen to me stroking my sweet pussy just for you.”
Tadd grins, waves once more to his colleagues and ignores their irritated expressions. “That’s exactly who you are,” he says. “Are you ready to come?” he says.
Sasha nods even though her husband can’t see her. Tadd says, “Come for me, baby, and tell me all about it.”
Her pussy is so slick she can hardly feel the hard nub of her clit, but Sasha rubs herself so fast her arm muscles burn. Her thighs tense and tremble as she feels the sharp wave of pleasure cresting beneath her fingers and spreading through her entire body. She says, “Baby, I’m coming. I’m coming for you. I wish you were here to put your hands on me, your mouth on me.”
“Later,” Tadd says. “That will come later.”
As her body grows limp, Sasha says, “Thank you, baby.”
Tadd says, “We’re not done. Take that big black cock out of your pussy and lick it clean. Choke yourself on it. And again, I better hear you.”
Sasha carefully pulls the dildo from her sensitive pussy and stares at it, glistening with her thick cum. She sets the base against her desk. She does what she’s told. Tadd listens until he’s good and ready to return to his meeting, where he successfully signs the client.