Tipping Point -- Chapter 1: Blow by Blow

Suddenly her expression turns to a smirk. She chuckles.
She steps to his left. She pushes him against her desk.
She puts one hand on his neck and forces him to bend over her desk.
His chest and arms make gentle contact. The granite is very cold. The desk seems to be a perfect height. His balls of his feet touch the floor and his legs are not bent. He rest his head on one side.
Her hands flow down his back. His back arches in response to her commanding touch. “Stay there, or else”, is communicated to him without a single word spoken from her lips.

Her hands glide back and forth from the top of his bent ass to the bottom tips of his shoulder blades.
Her hands trace the shape of his feminine waist and hips. Her hands slide lower. She caresses his ass with both hands. Her fingers spread his cheeks. She teases his love hole with a finger.
“What did he tell you to do?”
“Not to let the dildo come out of his honey hole.”
She prods his opening with her finger, but he is too tired to care.
“Which hole?”
“My...”
“What am he fingering?”
“My girlie-hole.”
“What kind of hole is it?”
“A pussy.”
“Why do you have a pussy?”
“Because...”
She shoves the finger into pussy. He wince.
“I'm a bitch.”
“That's right.”
“I am is sorry.”
She removes her finger.
She walks to her bag again and returns with a much larger object. “Yes. You are a sorry bitch with a loose pussy and a little weenie.”
She gently prods his pussy with her finger but does not enter. “What are you?”
“I'm a sorry bitch with a loose pussy and a little weenie.”
“You must be some kind of slut if you can't hold in a small object.”
He thinks to himself, “She thinks that dildo was small?”.
She leans over him. Her right arm gracefully falls onto on his back. She runs her finger through his hair. He feel her fingers against his scalp. The sensation is very calming.
She places two fingers from her left hand into his mouth. Without thinking he suck and lick her fingers. Darting and swirling around them, he worship her digits.