Harem House - Selene Pt. 16

"Sixteen- seventeen- eighteen!"

There was a pause in the spankings as the phone rang. Mindy froze, but Arthur approached the receiver and looked at the caller ID. He looked at Mindy. "Answer it. I'll keep counting for a while."

Mindy looked at him, swallowed, pressed the button to answer the line, and picked up the receiver.

"Nineteen." Arthur counted as he struck the next blow.

"Marketing office, this is Mindy- speaking. How may I direct your- call?"

"Twenty, twenty-one." Arthur counted off softly.

"No, I'm sorry-." Mindy gasped as Arthur brought the ruler down a little harder than before. "She's out to lunch- can I take a mess-age?"

"Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four." Arthur mused.

Her ass was fire-engine red, even with the darker tint to her skin. She didn't show her spankings as quickly or easily as Selene or Kat. Arthur knew that. This same spanking on either of them would already be a dark red by now. He could feel the heat coming off her skin as his hand hovered over it between strikes. She would feel this for the rest of the day, that was for sure. Possibly even tomorrow. He felt a little guilty that he hadn't considered bringing an ice pack or some cream, but he made a mental note to keep some in his desk for next time.

"Six more, and we'll take a break." Arthur informed her as she gripped his desk for a pen and paper, writing furiously.

"Ok-ay." Mindy's breath hitched as Arthur brought down another blow. Her eyes were watering, but she kept her voice as steady as possible.

"Twenty-five." Arthur counted.

"I'll let her- know." Mindy assured the person on the other end of the line.

"Twenty-six." Arthur smiled.

"Ok-ay. Good-bye." Mindy practically slammed the receiver back into place.

"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight." Arthur counted.

"Oh fuck, Boss." Mindy clamped her thighs together and pushed against the desk. "Just give it-"

"Twenty-nine." Arthur cut her off with a swift spank that he quickly pulled back to increase the sting.

Tears were coming from her eyes, ruining her makeup just a smidge.

"Ready for the last one for now?" Arthur asked.

Mindy bit her lip and nodded furiously as she clenched, unclenched, and gripped the desk.

"I can't hear you." Arthur informed her. "Ask me for it properly."

"Please, Boss?" Mindy asked. "Please spank your dirty whore of a secretary and give her what she deserves for disappointing you."

Arthur reached forward and grabbed her by the throat, which surprised her, but was just in time to choke the cry from her when he brought down the thirtieth blow, and her whole body quivered as she fell forward against the desk. It was the most brutal, sharpest spank yet, placed directly on the thin line of red marks that were the darkest against her dark skin.

Arthur pushed her forward a little, and she looked over her shoulder at him as she went to her elbows, making a low plank over his desk.

"Right knee on the desk." Arthur instructed, and she obeyed, lifting her leg. It spread her ass cheeks wide for him but revealed her dripping folds below. Arthur stepped up behind her, unzipped, and thrust into her with one smooth thrust. She was soaked and ready for him, though she cried out when her backside slapped against his front.

"Thank you, Boss." Mindy egged him on. "Please. Fuck your dirty whore."

Arthur placed one hand on each of her hips and obliged. They fucked like that for a few minutes until Arthur decided he needed more.

"Sit on the desk, lean back, and undo your blazer." He instructed.

Mindy quickly obeyed. She fumbled with the buttons on her blazer a little. Still, she had it open in record time, wincing at the pain of sitting on the hard wooden desk but squealing quietly in joy at Arthur pushing her back to her elbows, spreading her legs, pulling her to the edge of his desk, and fucking her.

She leaned back and rolled her head back in ecstasy as he reached down and used his thumb to gently rub her clit while he stroked in and out of her. Mindy would have cried out if Arthur hadn't reached down with his other hand and gripped her by the throat. Her cries cut off, Mindy could only hear their bodies hammering together. She could feel the hard surface beneath her which was painful against her backside in a way that stoked her desire. The wood pressed into the stinging feeling of her cheeks as a constant reminder of their intimacy.

"Cum for me, you dirty fucking whore." Arthur growled.

It was as if he'd pressed a button. Mindy's whole body shook and spasmed as he continued hammering into her. She cried out, but he throttled the cries in her throat before they could escape, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She went limp against the desk, nearly knocking over his monitor, and breathed deeply once Arthur let go of her throat, her body still bouncing, her breasts mesmerizing, as he continued to fuck her. He didn't stop until he felt himself getting close, even after Mindy had cum and gone limp. "Get under the desk." Arthur barked, and Mindy nearly injured herself, scurrying to obey.

She kept her clothes in disarray and made no move to fix them, or her makeup, as she quickly dropped to her knees and crawled around the side of his desk to the front of it. She kept low as she went under it, then turned around on her knees and waited for him.

Arthur sat in his chair and pulled in. No sooner did his cock disappear under the desk than Mindy dove onto it, her lips encasing it and sucking it all the way down to the base, filling her throat. He looked around at the empty office and felt her sucking and moaning on his cock, fucking him with her face as she moved back and forth. He looked at her empty chair, leaned back a little, gripped his desk, closed his eyes, and exploded.

He felt her pumping him with her mouth, her lips locked in a seal, her breath sucking him, and her tongue milking every drop she could pull from him. He leaned back in his chair and sighed as she swallowed burst after burst. When he was done and could deliver no more, she brought her face off his cock, cleaned him up with little kisses and licks, and then put her hands on his knees.

Arthur relaxed in his chair.

Beneath his desk, Mindy smiled up at him, wiped her mouth gently with her thumb, licked it clean, and tucked him away carefully in his jeans.

"Thanks, Boss." Mindy whispered up to him as she rested her head on his lap. "That was everything I was hoping for."

Arthur smirked. "We'll do it as often as we can." Arthur assured her. He stroked her hair as she rested her head in his lap and smiled as she nuzzled his thigh.

"You better get straightened up before they return from lunch and fix your makeup. I better unlock the door, or they might ask questions." Arthur said carefully.

"Just tell them it got stuck. It happens sometimes." Mindy smirked as she crawled out from under the desk. She accepted Arthur's hand when he offered it to help her up. "God, nothing beats having sex on the clock." She smirked as she checked the time and pushed her skirt down to cover her slick thighs.

"You know what that makes you, right?" Arthur asked as he watched her start to refasten her blazer.

"A whore?" Mindy asked rhetorically. "Yeah. That's part of the whole fantasy. That is the whole reason I chose that name. Gettin' paid to get you off gets me off like, woah."

Arthur laughed. "Well, yes." He agreed. "But more specifically, a cheap, minimum wage whore."

Mindy shuddered. "Stop, or I'm not responsible for what people might see when they come back from lunch." She smiled at him.

Arthur laughed. "You like being put down like that?" He asked.

"Yes, Boss." Mindy nodded. "Don't ask me why. I don't think I can really answer. It's just... it's all part of the fantasy." She said as she finished straightening her clothes. She went over to Arthur, not stepping far away, and sat sideways in his lap. She put her arms around his neck, and he positioned one hand on her back and one on her hip. They kissed slowly and comfortably.

He patted her back, and Mindy rose, wiping away at the tears of mascara that had formed on the sides of her face. She returned to her cubicle, took a small compact out of her purse, and fixed her makeup.

"Aren't you well prepared." Arthur stated.

"Yes, Boss." Mindy smiled back at him. "I do wish I'd brought some ice, though." She winced a little as she shifted her position in her chair. "That ruler is a good one. Don't lose it."

"Are you sure?" Arthur asked skeptically. "I was worried it would hurt too much. That's why I slapped my hand with it - to gauge."

"It was perfect." Mindy closed her eyes. "I can still feel it. I can only imagine how red it still is."

Arthur nodded. "Well, if you want, I can get you an ice pack from the nurse. I can say it's for my back or leg or something from moving all those boxes."

"I'm good." Mindy assured him. "Thanks, Boss."

Arthur nodded. "Anytime." He said as he moved and unlocked the office door. Then he re-opened the blinds. They had ten or so minutes before anyone came back from lunch, and Beth went immediately into her office again without saying a word to anyone.

Arthur and Mindy left for lunch, but Mindy had lunch plans with friends, and Arthur didn't feel like eating more cafeteria food. He stopped at the cafe and got a spinach wrap, which he ate at his desk. Then the rest of the afternoon went by in a whirl of work and class until dinner.

He found it difficult to focus on any of his classes. The information the professors presented wasn't dull, but it was much less effort to think about how hot Mindy looked on her knees with her ruined mascara, disheveled office clothes, mouth open, and waiting for his cock.

Or he could think of Selene in her yoga outfit from this morning, pressing her hands against the brick wall between the dumpsters as he pulled those shorts down and fucked her from behind while Kat watched, jilling herself off not far away.

Or he could think of Kelly, sitting on his face on the weight bench, bending over to 69 with him.

Or Rani, dressed in gold chains around her wrists, ankles, throat, and waist, decorated in nothing but jewelry, dancing for him while Mindy cracked the whip.

The daydreams were far more pleasant than reality, especially when there was a significant chance of them being made real.

Still, time ticked and tocked onward until the afternoon ended and evening arrived, with Arthur being the last to leave the office and locking it up behind him.

Arthur stepped out of the office and almost had a sense of deja vu when a message from Selene popped up on his phone.

Slut: Still good for dinner tonight before theater club?

Master: Yeah. Cafe?

Slut: Yes, Sir. Already there.

Arthur smiled and started toward the cafe to meet Selene.