Bend over !

You move to the copier, open the lid, and motion to the girl. "Come here Vicki, I want you to bend over this and show off your ass. Move ****!" You command with a sharp order, eyes staring at the naked woman as she crawls towards you in compliance. A deep blush settles in her cheeks as she moves up over the machine, her breasts pressing to the cool glass. Her ass and cunt are on display as she leans over the large machine on her toes.

Moving alongside her, your hand snatches up the girls belt. Doubling it, you lay a hand upon her trembling back. Your touch is electric as she trembles, gasping softly at the contact. The gasp becoming a strangled yelp as you bring the belt down across her heart shaped ass, drawing a strip of red across her warm skin. Her eyes widen as the belt rises and falls, smacking her ass hard. The growing redness makes her ass cheeks flush.

Each swat of the belt brings a yelp of pain that turn into a moan of pleasure deep in her body. Wetness slowly slides down her inner thighs as your range of strikes increase to include the taut back of either thigh. A strangled cry drags from Vicki's lips as her forehead comes down, pressing her cheek to the machine's glass. Grinning you hit a button making the machine whirl to life. Bright light sprouts from under the woman's body, scanning it. The image of her pressed tits and pained/pleasure streaked face copies to paper. Slowly, image after image is stilled forever on paper as they come out the machine, a slideshow of her pleasure.

Tossing aside the belt you move behind her, her ass glowing a fierce red as your hands fumble at your jeans. Her hands reach back to pull her ass cheeks apart, her glistening cunt displayed lewdly. "Please Master fuck me!" she cries, begging for release from the pleasure she is lost in. And who are you to argue eh?

Grabbing her hips you thrust deep invading the slick cunt. Fucking her hard you thrust inside of her upon the machine. The machine itself whirls, capturing her. Her face show images of pleasure as you fuck her deep. Her pants and cries fill your ears as the musk of her damp cunt assaults your senses. With a grunt you feel your load spurting deep inside her. You reach out grabbing her hair and pull her back. "Cum." you command.

Her cry is like a banshee shriek. You swear you hear glass break somewhere as the wail of pleasure erupts from her lips, her juice squirting out around your cock still within her. With her wetness upon your lap, you pull her from the machine. Her body is limp as she falls to the floor twitching and curling up in an almost fetal position. Looking to the tray of the copier you smile and look to her while silently wishing for her to place an image of her photocopied fucking session into the locker of every guy in school.

As you pull up your pants you grumble, "Shit now I gotta get cleaned up."