A hand job

As you continue to lie on the bed, still naked, with your cock sticking impudently into the air, you feel somewhat unnerved under Ms Parma’s frankly lustful gaze. The severe blonde steps closer and sits on the edge of the bed. She slides one finger down the glistening shaft of your cock.

“Did those silly little girls not finish you off?” she inquires. “What a waste.”

In fact they did. But Susie did such a good job of washing you clean with her mouth that she left no sign of your release. Also the serum has already reinvigorated your sturdy cock. Still, Victoria Parma doesn’t know that and the more she touches your lusty pole, the more she wants to touch it. Soon, she has it in a firm grip and is eagerly jerking you off. You half close your eyes and gasp with pleasure at the feel of her fingers around your throbbing shaft. You notice that she too seems to be enjoying this more than you would expect: She is glowing with desire and licking her lips at the sight of your virile manhood.

All too soon you feel the familiar tightening in your balls as hot sticky sperm is sent boiling up your shaft to spurt needlessly into the air, splattering the severe blonde’s sensible black skirt.

“Oh dear, you have made a mess, haven’t you?” she says at last. “I guess, I’d better get this skirt off.” At those words, your ears prick up, as does your flagging manhood.

The cool blonde’s eyes widen at the sight of your already recovering manhood. With an eager smile, Ms Parma unzips her tight black skirt, tugs it past rounded hips and lowers it down long tanned legs. Finally, she kicks off the skirt, but leaving on her igh heels, you notice.

The other thing that you notice is that beneath the now abandoned skirt she is wearing a tight leather thong wth ties at the side (that must chafe, you think). As she unbuttons and removes her tight starched blouse you notice that she is wearing no bra, but her breasts are linked by a small silver chain, attached to her pinched nipples by two painful-looking nipple clamps.

“Is… is there anything I can do for you, Ms Parma,” you finally gasp out.

“Yes, John, there is,” she replies. “You can give me a good spanking. I’ve been a naughty girl and made my skirt all messy. Spank me, if you please.” With that, she pulls your legs off of the bed, forcing you to sit up, and she bends over your knees.

You give Ms Parma a healthy slap on the ass and she jerks on your lap.

“Harder,” she urges.

Soon, you are spanking the staff member with vigour, you feel your cock grow harder as her ass gets redder and she continues to plead for more. There is something very empowering about smackng the ass of a powerful professional woman.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she gasps at last. Now tie me up and fuck me, John.”

If that’s what she wants, you figure, who are you to deny her? You lay he naked body of Victoria Parma sideways on the bed, so that she is supported under her hips, but her feet are on the floor. Then you raid the cupboards for scarves, tights and stockings, so that you can tie Ms Parma’s hands and feet to the bed posts and other stationary objects and blindfold her. Finally, you unlace the side ties of her leather thong and expose her naked blonde pussy.

“Take me, John Doe,” she cries. “Ravish me and fuck me. NOW!”

Smiling, you decide to let her wait a bit. You pick up your discarded chair leg with its two notches from earlier in the evening, and add three more for the sorority girls (although technically Estelle didn’t really count) and one for the hand job from Victoria Parma.