Ulysses and Sophia part 12
Sophia knelt beside Ulysses, her hands gripping his slick, oily shoulders to guide him down onto the plush pink wool rug. He groaned as his weight settled, the movement pulling at the tender skin of his buttocks. Despite the soothing kiwi and olive oil she had massaged into him earlier, the deep, throbbing ache from the vibrators lingered, making him flinch involuntarily as he made contact with the floor.
"Shh, just relax," Sophia murmured, her voice a low purr. She swung a leg over him, straddling his chest, and shifted backward until her hips aligned with his head. Slowly, she lowered herself, sitting firmly on his face. She was careful to distribute her weight, keeping the pressure heavy enough to pin him but light enough to allow him to breathe. She began to move, rubbing her buttocks in slow, deliberate circles. Sophia alternated between covering his cheeks and mouth with her naked soft bum, and covering his nose, eyes, and forehead with it, ensuring that his breath was never obstructed. She ground down, ensuring his senses were completely overwhelmed by her scent and presence, blocking out the office lights and the hum of the air conditioning.
Ulysses lay still beneath her, his hands resting tentatively on her thighs, breathing her in as she smothered him. After a minute of this rhythmic circling, Sophia changed her technique. She planted her hands on his chest for leverage and began shaking her butt back and forth, yanking his face from side to side. The motion was vigorous, rattling his head against the rug.
"Am I making you dizzy?" she teased, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Is your brain rattling around in there?"
Ulysses tried to answer, but his voice was muffled entirely by her backside. He managed a muffled grunt that sounded vaguely like "yes," which made Sophia giggle, the vibration traveling through her body and down to his face.
She lifted herself off him after another minute, the cool air of the office rushing back to his flushed skin. She stood up and turned around, looking down at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You know," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "If you want, you can get revenge for me sticking those three vibrators up your butt."
Ulysses blinked up at her, his chest heaving. Sophia turned and walked over to her heavy wooden desk. She bent at the waist, resting her elbows on the laminate surface, and reached back to spread her butt cheeks wide, exposing herself to him.
"Come on," she urged, wiggling her hips. "Run that rod up at your dick. Take what you want."
Ulysses stared at her, his eyes widening. He gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. He looked at her exposed anus, then down at his own flaccid, exhausted cock. A wave of insecurity washed over him; he worried he wouldn't be able to perform, or worse, that she would accuse him of being inadequate, just as she had when he hesitated to kiss her butt earlier. The need to prove himself surged through his veins, overriding the pain in his own sore bottom.
He pushed himself up, ignoring the sharp protest from his buttocks, and stumbled toward her. He gripped her butt cheeks with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. But just as he stepped forward to align himself, Sophia pulled away. She stood up and turned to face him, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
"Wait a second," she said, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. "Are you just going to ram it in dry?"
Ulysses froze, his face flushing hot. "I... I was going to ask," he stammered, his voice weak. "If you would like to warm me up first? So it won't hurt when I go... in your butt."
Sophia’s expression softened, her eyes crinkling with genuine affection. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Her lips moved against his with a slow, sensual rhythm, tasting of mint and dominance. She held the kiss for five long seconds before pulling back.
"You really are so considerate," she whispered, pecking him on the nose. "Most men wouldn't care."
She reached down and grabbed his cock, her grip firm and possessive. Ulysses gasped at the contact, his knees buckling slightly. Sophia snickered at his reaction and tugged him gently toward the corner of the office where the water cooler stood.
"Let's get you cleaned up and ready," she said. She grabbed a paper cup from the stack and filled it with water from the cooler. Without warning, she tipped the cup, pouring the freezing liquid directly over his genitals.
Ulysses shrieked, his body jerking violently as the icy water hit his sensitive skin. "Ah! Cold! It's cold!"
Sophia laughed, a bright, bell-like sound, as she held the tip of his cock, angling it diagonally so the water cascaded down over his shaft and soaked his balls. The shock of the temperature did the trick; the cold constriction was followed by a rush of blood as his body reacted to the stimulus, bringing him to a rigid attention.
"Much better," she said, tossing the cup into the bin. She turned back to the desk, assuming the position once again. She bent over, resting her weight on her forearms, and wiggled her butt enticingly. "Now, make my anal orifice as sore as yours is. Don't hold back."
Ulysses stepped up behind her, his confidence bolstered by the throbbing erection pointing straight at her. He grabbed her butt cheeks again, pulling them apart to expose her tight hole. He pulled his hips back, taking a moment to line himself up perfectly. He waited ten seconds, staring at her entrance, mentally preparing himself to use his full strength. Sophia looked back at him, her eyes dark with anticipation, smiling as she sensed his focus.
He thrust forward, burying his dick deep inside her with one powerful stroke.
Sophia squealed, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the office. "Yes! That's it!"
Ulysses didn't pause. He began to piston his hips, ruthlessly pounding his sausage in and out of her tight hole for all he was worth. The friction was intense, the grip of her ass milking him with every thrust.
"Yes, baby! Drill me hard!" Sophia cried out, her fingers clawing at the desk. "It hurts so much. I feel so good at the same time. It's like electricity through me that tingles so much. It stings, but it makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine!"
Ulysses grunted with exertion, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her back. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, driven by the tightness and the sheer taboo of the act. He hammered into her, losing himself in the rhythm.
It took three minutes of relentless pounding before the pressure became too much. With a loud roar, Ulysses slammed into her one last time and exploded, his cock pulsing as he filled her. Sophia cried out, her body convulsing as the pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, her inner muscles clamping down on him like a vice. They rode out the waves together, their mutual climax lasting for a full minute before they both collapsed, spent.
Ulysses fell forward, his chest resting against her back, his heart hammering against his ribs. Sophia lay beneath him, breathing heavily.
"Your muscles feel so good," she murmured, twisting her head to try to look at him. "Especially that six-pack. I can feel every ridge against my body."
She gently pushed herself up, forcing him to stand back. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another tender five-second kiss. When they broke apart, the reality of their physical needs set in.
"Water," she said simply. "And then the bathroom."
They walked together to the cooler, filling three cups with two ounces of water each. They drank quickly, the cool liquid soothing their parched throats. Sophia took Ulysses by the hand and led him out of the office and down the hall to the staff restroom.
Once inside, Ulysses went to the urinal while Sophia entered the stall. The sound of their relief was loud in the small tiled room. They washed their hands in companionable silence, the dynamic shifting back and forth between the intense sexual energy and the mundane necessities of the body.
Back in the office, the atmosphere changed again. Sophia didn't give Ulysses a chance to recover. She walked over to the chair where he had sat down and threw herself across his lap, lying prone with her butt presented in the air.
"Okay," she said, her voice muffled against the chair cushion. "You can get revenge for me spanking you. Spank me."
Ulysses looked down at her, his hand hovering over her clothed bottom. He hesitated, his natural submissiveness warring with her command.
"If they're patty cakes, I’m gonna tell you to ‘put your back into it’ and ‘go harder’ and ‘Come on, Ulysses. Are you man enough to spank me?’ she said imitating the sound of her own voice.
"I'm... I'm not used to being the dominant one," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.
"That's good," she replied, wiggling her butt. "Too many men are too quick to dominate. But you have my permission. I want you to."
She waited, taunting him with her stillness. Ulysses frowned, a growl building in his throat. He raised his hand high, deliberately waiting ten seconds to build the anticipation. He wanted to make sure she felt this.
*Smack.*
His hand came down with a punishing blow, landing right in the center of her right cheek.
Sophia yelped loudly, her body jumping. "Good, baby!" she cried out, tears already springing to her eyes.
Ulysses raised his hand again, counting out another ten-second pause. He wanted her to wait for it, to dread it.
*Smack.*
"Fuck!" Sophia gasped. "It feels like my ass is burning! It's literally on fire!"
Ulysses didn't speak. He raised his hand a third time, waiting the full duration, staring at the red handprint blooming on her skin.
*Smack.*
Sophia let out a sound like a tigress, a mix of a roar and a moan. "The fire is going deep into my body! Keep going!"
Emboldened by her reaction, Ulysses stopped pausing. He unleashed a sudden flurry of about twenty smacks, raining them down over the course of eight seconds. Then, he switched tactics, delivering one hard, calculated slap every second. He alternated between techniques, sometimes cupping his hand to make a loud thud, sometimes keeping his fingers rigid to deliver a sharp sting.
Sophia never once begged him to stop. Even when tears were streaming down her face and her breathing was ragged, she urged him on. "Make my bottom swollen! Make it purple! Don't stop!"
Ulysses lost track of time, focusing only on the heat of her skin and the redness spreading under his blows. He continued until he had delivered six hundred spanks. It wasn't a continuous ten-minute session; his pauses and changing techniques drew it out, but the count was exact.
When he finally stopped, his palm was stinging almost as much as her ass must have been. He gently lifted her up, helping her stand. Sophia turned and sat on his lap, careful to keep her thighs on his legs and her swollen butt hovering in the air, not touching his skin.
"Rub it," she commanded softly.
Ulysses placed his hands on her burning cheeks and began to massage them gently. Sophia sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Whenever I spank you with my hand, you can get me back with your hand," she whispered into his ear. "But if I use an implement... you can use one on me too."
She pulled back to look him in the eye, a serious expression on her face. "One day, I don't know when, but eventually I will decide to use the curtain rod from my house or a bamboo cane on your bottom."
Ulysses’s eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth to protest, but Sophia giggled, the sound light and airy despite the severity of her words.
"Don't worry," she assured him, stroking his cheek. "I know how to pull a swing. I won't break the skin. I'll just leave a livid pink weal."
"Shh, just relax," Sophia murmured, her voice a low purr. She swung a leg over him, straddling his chest, and shifted backward until her hips aligned with his head. Slowly, she lowered herself, sitting firmly on his face. She was careful to distribute her weight, keeping the pressure heavy enough to pin him but light enough to allow him to breathe. She began to move, rubbing her buttocks in slow, deliberate circles. Sophia alternated between covering his cheeks and mouth with her naked soft bum, and covering his nose, eyes, and forehead with it, ensuring that his breath was never obstructed. She ground down, ensuring his senses were completely overwhelmed by her scent and presence, blocking out the office lights and the hum of the air conditioning.
Ulysses lay still beneath her, his hands resting tentatively on her thighs, breathing her in as she smothered him. After a minute of this rhythmic circling, Sophia changed her technique. She planted her hands on his chest for leverage and began shaking her butt back and forth, yanking his face from side to side. The motion was vigorous, rattling his head against the rug.
"Am I making you dizzy?" she teased, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Is your brain rattling around in there?"
Ulysses tried to answer, but his voice was muffled entirely by her backside. He managed a muffled grunt that sounded vaguely like "yes," which made Sophia giggle, the vibration traveling through her body and down to his face.
She lifted herself off him after another minute, the cool air of the office rushing back to his flushed skin. She stood up and turned around, looking down at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You know," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "If you want, you can get revenge for me sticking those three vibrators up your butt."
Ulysses blinked up at her, his chest heaving. Sophia turned and walked over to her heavy wooden desk. She bent at the waist, resting her elbows on the laminate surface, and reached back to spread her butt cheeks wide, exposing herself to him.
"Come on," she urged, wiggling her hips. "Run that rod up at your dick. Take what you want."
Ulysses stared at her, his eyes widening. He gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. He looked at her exposed anus, then down at his own flaccid, exhausted cock. A wave of insecurity washed over him; he worried he wouldn't be able to perform, or worse, that she would accuse him of being inadequate, just as she had when he hesitated to kiss her butt earlier. The need to prove himself surged through his veins, overriding the pain in his own sore bottom.
He pushed himself up, ignoring the sharp protest from his buttocks, and stumbled toward her. He gripped her butt cheeks with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. But just as he stepped forward to align himself, Sophia pulled away. She stood up and turned to face him, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
"Wait a second," she said, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. "Are you just going to ram it in dry?"
Ulysses froze, his face flushing hot. "I... I was going to ask," he stammered, his voice weak. "If you would like to warm me up first? So it won't hurt when I go... in your butt."
Sophia’s expression softened, her eyes crinkling with genuine affection. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Her lips moved against his with a slow, sensual rhythm, tasting of mint and dominance. She held the kiss for five long seconds before pulling back.
"You really are so considerate," she whispered, pecking him on the nose. "Most men wouldn't care."
She reached down and grabbed his cock, her grip firm and possessive. Ulysses gasped at the contact, his knees buckling slightly. Sophia snickered at his reaction and tugged him gently toward the corner of the office where the water cooler stood.
"Let's get you cleaned up and ready," she said. She grabbed a paper cup from the stack and filled it with water from the cooler. Without warning, she tipped the cup, pouring the freezing liquid directly over his genitals.
Ulysses shrieked, his body jerking violently as the icy water hit his sensitive skin. "Ah! Cold! It's cold!"
Sophia laughed, a bright, bell-like sound, as she held the tip of his cock, angling it diagonally so the water cascaded down over his shaft and soaked his balls. The shock of the temperature did the trick; the cold constriction was followed by a rush of blood as his body reacted to the stimulus, bringing him to a rigid attention.
"Much better," she said, tossing the cup into the bin. She turned back to the desk, assuming the position once again. She bent over, resting her weight on her forearms, and wiggled her butt enticingly. "Now, make my anal orifice as sore as yours is. Don't hold back."
Ulysses stepped up behind her, his confidence bolstered by the throbbing erection pointing straight at her. He grabbed her butt cheeks again, pulling them apart to expose her tight hole. He pulled his hips back, taking a moment to line himself up perfectly. He waited ten seconds, staring at her entrance, mentally preparing himself to use his full strength. Sophia looked back at him, her eyes dark with anticipation, smiling as she sensed his focus.
He thrust forward, burying his dick deep inside her with one powerful stroke.
Sophia squealed, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the office. "Yes! That's it!"
Ulysses didn't pause. He began to piston his hips, ruthlessly pounding his sausage in and out of her tight hole for all he was worth. The friction was intense, the grip of her ass milking him with every thrust.
"Yes, baby! Drill me hard!" Sophia cried out, her fingers clawing at the desk. "It hurts so much. I feel so good at the same time. It's like electricity through me that tingles so much. It stings, but it makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine!"
Ulysses grunted with exertion, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her back. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, driven by the tightness and the sheer taboo of the act. He hammered into her, losing himself in the rhythm.
It took three minutes of relentless pounding before the pressure became too much. With a loud roar, Ulysses slammed into her one last time and exploded, his cock pulsing as he filled her. Sophia cried out, her body convulsing as the pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, her inner muscles clamping down on him like a vice. They rode out the waves together, their mutual climax lasting for a full minute before they both collapsed, spent.
Ulysses fell forward, his chest resting against her back, his heart hammering against his ribs. Sophia lay beneath him, breathing heavily.
"Your muscles feel so good," she murmured, twisting her head to try to look at him. "Especially that six-pack. I can feel every ridge against my body."
She gently pushed herself up, forcing him to stand back. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another tender five-second kiss. When they broke apart, the reality of their physical needs set in.
"Water," she said simply. "And then the bathroom."
They walked together to the cooler, filling three cups with two ounces of water each. They drank quickly, the cool liquid soothing their parched throats. Sophia took Ulysses by the hand and led him out of the office and down the hall to the staff restroom.
Once inside, Ulysses went to the urinal while Sophia entered the stall. The sound of their relief was loud in the small tiled room. They washed their hands in companionable silence, the dynamic shifting back and forth between the intense sexual energy and the mundane necessities of the body.
Back in the office, the atmosphere changed again. Sophia didn't give Ulysses a chance to recover. She walked over to the chair where he had sat down and threw herself across his lap, lying prone with her butt presented in the air.
"Okay," she said, her voice muffled against the chair cushion. "You can get revenge for me spanking you. Spank me."
Ulysses looked down at her, his hand hovering over her clothed bottom. He hesitated, his natural submissiveness warring with her command.
"If they're patty cakes, I’m gonna tell you to ‘put your back into it’ and ‘go harder’ and ‘Come on, Ulysses. Are you man enough to spank me?’ she said imitating the sound of her own voice.
"I'm... I'm not used to being the dominant one," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.
"That's good," she replied, wiggling her butt. "Too many men are too quick to dominate. But you have my permission. I want you to."
She waited, taunting him with her stillness. Ulysses frowned, a growl building in his throat. He raised his hand high, deliberately waiting ten seconds to build the anticipation. He wanted to make sure she felt this.
*Smack.*
His hand came down with a punishing blow, landing right in the center of her right cheek.
Sophia yelped loudly, her body jumping. "Good, baby!" she cried out, tears already springing to her eyes.
Ulysses raised his hand again, counting out another ten-second pause. He wanted her to wait for it, to dread it.
*Smack.*
"Fuck!" Sophia gasped. "It feels like my ass is burning! It's literally on fire!"
Ulysses didn't speak. He raised his hand a third time, waiting the full duration, staring at the red handprint blooming on her skin.
*Smack.*
Sophia let out a sound like a tigress, a mix of a roar and a moan. "The fire is going deep into my body! Keep going!"
Emboldened by her reaction, Ulysses stopped pausing. He unleashed a sudden flurry of about twenty smacks, raining them down over the course of eight seconds. Then, he switched tactics, delivering one hard, calculated slap every second. He alternated between techniques, sometimes cupping his hand to make a loud thud, sometimes keeping his fingers rigid to deliver a sharp sting.
Sophia never once begged him to stop. Even when tears were streaming down her face and her breathing was ragged, she urged him on. "Make my bottom swollen! Make it purple! Don't stop!"
Ulysses lost track of time, focusing only on the heat of her skin and the redness spreading under his blows. He continued until he had delivered six hundred spanks. It wasn't a continuous ten-minute session; his pauses and changing techniques drew it out, but the count was exact.
When he finally stopped, his palm was stinging almost as much as her ass must have been. He gently lifted her up, helping her stand. Sophia turned and sat on his lap, careful to keep her thighs on his legs and her swollen butt hovering in the air, not touching his skin.
"Rub it," she commanded softly.
Ulysses placed his hands on her burning cheeks and began to massage them gently. Sophia sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Whenever I spank you with my hand, you can get me back with your hand," she whispered into his ear. "But if I use an implement... you can use one on me too."
She pulled back to look him in the eye, a serious expression on her face. "One day, I don't know when, but eventually I will decide to use the curtain rod from my house or a bamboo cane on your bottom."
Ulysses’s eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth to protest, but Sophia giggled, the sound light and airy despite the severity of her words.
"Don't worry," she assured him, stroking his cheek. "I know how to pull a swing. I won't break the skin. I'll just leave a livid pink weal."
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