Shades of Shame (Semper Fi) by Laura Cooper, Christopher Cooper

magazines and paper on the floor.  “Spread your legs.  Show me that wonderful pussy, slut.”
    Leila leaned back against the coffee table, pulling her feet up to the edge and spreading her legs.  She ran her fingers down, spreading herself for his approval.  “Like this, sir?”
    “Exactly.  Now, tell me, slut, is this how you rub yourself at home?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “And how often do you do this?”
    “I dunno…”
    “Yes you do!  Answer me, bitch!  How often?”
    “Everyday, sir.”
    “And have you done it today?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Well begin.  Show me how you pleasure yourself!”
    David sat back, leaning against the couch as he adjusted himself.  He watched her legs spread wide as she lightly rubbed her fingertips across her clit.  Her fingers glistened as she plunged two fingers deep inside, pressing her palm hard against her mound.  Her other hand now cupping her breasts, rolling the nipple between her forefinger and thumb.  Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as the thought of putting on this show made her wetter by the moment.
    “What do you think about when you masturbate?” David asked, pressing his drink to his lips.
    “Being forced to please, sir.  Forced to submit to someone else’s desires, someone who isn’t afraid to use me!”  Her voice was strained as she moaned, nearing her orgasm.
    “Are you going to come for me, slut?  Or do I have to wait all night?”
    “I’m coming, sir.”  Leila could feel herself nearing her orgasm, and his commanding voice pushed her over the edge as she came hard upon her fingers.
    As soon as the waves of pleasure passed, David stood and wasted no time getting her off the coffee table.  “On your fuckin’ knees, slut!”
    The words alone meant nothing, but the urgent need she found in his low, guttural voice flooded her senses with adrenaline as she dropped to her knees, her face now right in front of his crotch.  He grabbed her hair with his left hand while he unzipped his pants, pulling himself out for her.  She instinctively opened her mouth, begging to have him force his way past her lips.  He did not disappoint, and held her head tightly as he rammed his thick cock deeper and deeper down her throat, cutting off all possibility of breathing.  She didn’t care if choked to death on it.  The act alone resumed the flow of juices between her legs as he repeatedly fucked her face.
    He finally pulled her off his cock as she struggled to breathe through her nose.  David ripped the tie from around her head.  “Look at me, slut.”  She looked up at him as he stroked his cock towards her face.  “Open that fuckin’ mouth!”  She once again complied as he stroked his orgasm into her open mouth, covering her lips and cheeks.  She reached for her cheek with her hand only to have it swatted away at the last moment.  “Don’t you dare, you little slut.  You clean yourself up on your own time.”
    David put himself back in his trousers, and picked up her blouse to wipe his brow.  She was motionless, still on her knees and covered in his come.  He threw the blouse at her head and said, “Go on home and get cleaned up.  That’s all for tonight!”  With that he left the room.
     
    She cleaned herself up the best she could in his private office bathroom and caught a taxi back to her condo.  The entire ride she fought the urge to touch herself.  No, it will have to wait, she thought.  But once she got home she went straight to bed, stripping every stitch of clothing off and leaving a trail of her clothes across her room.  She lay down and reached under her pillow to retrieve her trusted vibrator, turned it on low, and carefully placed just the tip inside her lips and leaned the body of it against her clit and closed her eyes.  She spent the next few hours reliving every moment of being with David in her mind, over and over again.  She lost count how many times she came, but she slept like a baby through the night…