Seduce Me (16 page)

Merrilee And The PM 
by Eleanor Powell

‘Hey Merrilee, remember me?' Pete asked, coming up behind her and planting a kiss on the back of her neck. ‘You're supposed to be married to me not that computer.'

‘Oh darling, please don't be a grouch,' she said coaxingly. ‘Just let me see what this email is from Spanking Swingers.'

‘Ok, let's see together,' Pete lifted his long leg astride the chair she was sat on. ‘Hutch up a bit,' he said.

Merrilee could feel something sticking into her back. She wriggled against it feeling his hardness. ‘What's making you so horny?' she laughed.

‘I can't imagine,' he said, putting his arms around her, cupping her pert breasts in his big hands.

‘Ouch,' she squealed as he tweaked her nipples. He laughed.

‘Go on then, click on the link,' he said.

With a couple of clicks, they were on the Spanking Swingers Site.

‘Right, I got to log in,' she said. ‘My User Name is … ‘ She suddenly stopped dead. ‘I can't remember my User Name,' she wailed.

‘Merrilee, you idiot,' he said standing up. ‘Maybe a warm bottom will improve your memory.'

Pulling her off the chair they had just been sharing, while holding onto her wrist, he turned the chair around – sitting down on it, he pulled her over his knee.

Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down on her upturned right bottom cheek – quickly followed by his hand landing on her left cheek.

‘Owwwwwwwww!' she shrieked. ‘That bloody hurt.'

Putting his mouth close to her ear, ‘Guess what?' he whispered. ‘It was meant to.'

‘This is so unfair,' she protested. ‘It's any excuse to spank me.'

‘It's for your own good. I'm just helping you to improve your memory.'

‘Piss off,' she said.

‘Merrilee, using language like that to me is never a good idea, especially when you're in that position.' He flipped up the back of her dress, revealing virginal white satin knickers. Running his hands over her bottom cheeks, he said, ‘You sure know how to turn a man on, don't you, darling?'

His right hand was busy smoothing out the wrinkles in her satin knickers. He pulled them up until they were taut across her bum cheeks. Then his fingers tucked her panties into the crack between her cheeks. As he carried on pushing the material into her extremely wet pussy, she was squirming about over his knee.

Then without warning, he again raised his right arm and brought his hand down on the top of her thigh. ‘Not there, not there,' she shouted.

‘Ok, is this better?' he brought his hand down in the dead centre of her quivering bottom cheeks. ‘And here's another to match the other.'

‘Hell! You're a sadist,' Merrilee wriggled and writhed over his knee.

‘And you have masochistic tendencies, my darling,' he retorted. ‘Otherwise you wouldn't keep needing a spanking.'

‘As if?' she said.

‘Have you remembered your User Name yet?'

‘I can't think straight while you're spanking me,' she said, renewing her efforts to escape his stinging hand.

‘You can protest all you want, my sweet, but being spanked turns you on big time,' he said.

‘No it doesn't.'

‘Hmmm! So why are my trousers getting so wet?'

‘Not my fault if you're not potty trained yet,' she laughed. ‘Owwww! You lousy rotten sod,' she said, as he landed another six spanks on her hot tingling bottom.

His big hard hand had stopped spanking her. Now he was gently rubbing her hot cheeks. ‘Let's get these out of the way,' he said, hooking his finger into the waistband of her knickers and pulling them down to her ankles – then right off. He tossed the scrap of white satin across the room.

His finger slipped easily into her very wet pussy and, finding her clit, he began to stroke it.

‘Oh, Pete,' she gasped. ‘I'm going to come, but it feels so strange. I-I nearly passed out just then,' she tried to explain. ‘And I think I have just pissed myself.'

Pete laughed. ‘You're such an innocent, aren't you? I just found your G Spot.'

‘I didn't know I'd lost it,' she laughed. ‘But, wow! Can you find it again?

‘Yes of course, but not now.' He went back to rubbing on her engorged clit, with what she called, his magic vibrating finger.

She was soon bucking about over his knee. ‘I'm coming, I'm coming,' she shouted as she felt the waves of her orgasm take over her body, leaving her shuddering and shaking.

When it was over, she lay limply over his knee.

She became aware of his stiff cock sticking into her side. She could feel it throbbing. ‘Are you trying to make a new hole?' she asked.

Pete laughed. ‘Come on, don't just lie there, I need a bit of loving too.' He helped her to her feet.

She knelt down between his legs. With practiced fingers, she unzipped his trousers and released his rampant cock. It stuck out from his flat belly, pulsing and swaying about. Putting her hot little mouth over the purple helmet, she opened her mouth as wide as she could – covering his manhood with her mouth.

She loved sucking her lollipop. Her tongue licked down the length of his cock, then back up again, she pointed it, licking and sucking at the tip of his cock, he moaned with pleasure, while his battering ram swelled even more in her mouth.

Her fingers were also busy, gently squeezing his balls. He withdrew his cock from her mouth. Pulling her up off her knees, he pushed her over the back of the chair that he had just vacated and came all over her still sore red-hot bottom. She let out a loud sigh of relief, at the cooling effect his cum had on her stinging bottom.

‘Stay right where you are,' Pete instructed her. ‘I'll go get a wipe to clean you up.'

He smoothed the moist baby wipe over her rosy red cheeks. ‘That feels so good,' she said.

‘Right, that's you spanking new again,' he laughed giving her a slap on her upturned bottom.

‘Now what were we doing before we got side tracked?' He stood her up.

‘Wasn't anything important,' she said. ‘It'll keep.'

She moved towards the bedroom, calling out over her shoulder, ‘Come on lover boy, let's go play some more.'

‘Merrilee, you're insatiable,' he laughed.

‘Are you objecting?'

‘God, no.' He chased her into the bedroom.

Two hours later, she came out of the bedroom, yawning and stretching – with a happy smile on her face.

She went back to the computer, sitting down gingerly. ‘Ouch!' she jumped up, rubbing her sore bottom.

Going to the couch, she saw her discarded knickers lying there. ‘So that's where they went,' she muttered to herself. Stepping into her white satin panties, she rolled them up over her hips, wincing as the satiny material hurt her sore bottom.

Quickly, she took them off again. Grabbing a cushion, she sat down at the computer again.

She clicked the Enter key to clear the screen saver – the cursor was still blinking, waiting for her to type in her User Name. Suddenly, she remembered it. A sore bottom sure worked wonders. Great, now she was getting somewhere.

‘Uh huh, now what did I use as a password?'

She tried her date of birth, no joy. Having no better luck with Pete's date of birth – she then noticed in small letters, ‘If you have forgotten your password Click here'. After clicking as per instructions, she was asked to type in her email address and her mother's maiden name.

She was then told an email was on its way to her. When she checked her Inbox five minutes later, sure enough the promised email was waiting for her.

Her password turned out to be their wedding anniversary. I'd better not let Pete know that I forgot it or I'll never hear the end of it, she thought.

Now she was getting excited. She was almost in. Soon she'd be able to read the response from ‘Adventurous Couple Into Spanking'.

She read the Private Message from Mike and Jayne. They sound so friendly, she thought. Wow! They wanted to meet her and Pete as soon as possible.

She printed out the PM.

Going into the bedroom, she looked down at the man lying on the bed, his arms outflung, a peaceful look on his handsome face, his black hair tousled and stuck up on end, ‘I love you so much,' she said aloud.

‘Come back to bed darling,' he murmured sleepily.

‘Got something to show you,' she waved the print-out of the PM under his nose.

‘Stop waving it around,' he squinted up at her. ‘I'm trying to read it.'

‘Open your eyes then,' she taunted him.

‘Why didn't I think of that? ‘Remind me to give you a spanking for being such a smart arse.'

‘Promises, promises,' she laughed, sitting down on the bed.

He propped himself up on one elbow as she held out the PM to him.

His fingers were walking up the inside of her thigh, so that she was having great difficulty concentrating and holding the paper still at the same time.

Unnoticed the PM fluttered onto the bed, forgotten by both of them.

Gently he pushed her down – his walking fingers carried on walking up and down the inside of her thighs. She could feel her pussy juicing up as his finger lightly made contact with her throbbing clit. Teasing her, he withdrew his finger and let it walk back down her leg again.

‘I hate you,' she told him.

‘Of course you do, you tell me often enough.'

Getting off the bed, he went to the foot of it – nudging her thighs apart, His wandering digit wandered into her pussy. He gently flicked her clit, making it throb even more.

Then going down on his haunches, he replaced his finger with his tongue. Licking, sucking and gently biting her clit; she was moaning, while pushing her pussy upwards to meet his mouth.

Putting his hands under her bottom, he lifted her hips until her legs were resting over each of his shoulders.

‘Oh my God!' she shrieked as her juices flooded again. ‘You bugger, you've found my G Spot again.'

‘I don't hear you objecting,' he said.

‘I hated it, do it again.'

‘You're a right Contrary Mary,' he said. ‘Come on let's send a PM back to Jayne and Mike,'

‘Ok, are we going to do it together?' she asked.

‘We are,' he said. Standing up, he took hold of her hand and led her out of the bedroom.

She sat down in front of the computer, with him behind her, sharing the chair.

Starting to type, she wrote: Dear Jayne and Mike ‘Whoa,' Pete said. ‘That's far too stuffy.'

‘Would Dear Sir or Madam be better?' she asked cheekily.

‘Any more remarks like that, young lady, and you'll be over my knee, saying thank you Sir after each spank.'

‘Sod off,' she said.

With language like that, I owe you a spanking,' he promised her. ‘But for now, let's get on with this PM.'

After a few stops and starts, Merrilee read their joint effort aloud.

Hi Jayne and Mike

It was great hearing from you. We would love to meet you too. As you say, you can't accommodate, so you'll be very welcome to come over here. Maybe we can chat – get to know each other better before we meet. Our phone number is 123 4567 or better still we can, if you wish, chat online. Our nickname is, [email protected]

‘Does that sound OK darling?' she asked him.

‘Yes, my sweet, come on send it off.'

She tapped on the Enter key.

‘Wonder how long it'll be before we hear from them,' she said.

‘Time enough for me to give you that spanking I promised you.'

‘You'll have to catch me first,' she giggled, while still squirming about in the chair.

‘This is not like you, being a sitting target.' He laughed. ‘Oh well, as I don't have to waste energy chasing after you, come on out of that chair, I'm going to need it.' Taking hold of her arm, he yanked her out of it. Then sitting down, he hauled her over his lap.

She lay draped over his knee, head hanging down. ‘I think we should get a new carpet,' she said.

He stopped, his arm in mid air. ‘Now, what's going through that pretty head of yours?'

‘Well, I do so much carpet studying, I'm bored with this carpet.'

‘Is that all?' he asked. ‘Here's something to look at.' He tossed a glossy magazine on to the carpet, almost under her nose.

‘Hey, that's my Janus you're throwing around,' she protested.

‘Hmmm! My mistake,' he said. ‘I shouldn't be distracting you from what's happening.'

‘Why, what's happening? Owww! You louse,'' as he brought his big hard hand down, again and again, on her bouncing reddened cheeks.

The Nerd Herd
by Sommer Marsden

I stared at the error message and tried not to scream. I hit the mouse again. Clicked randomly over the screen. Put my head down and gnashed my teeth. Nothing. The computer was completely useless. And me with a deadline.

I dialled my cell, fighting back the tears that threatened. I wasn't worried I had lost today's work. I had just backed up my data on CD before eating my lunch. I was worried that I was staring at a two thousand dollar paperweight and not a back-up computer in sight.

“Deb!” I barked, “What's the name of those guys you use? The computer guys. The Geek something?”

“Uh-oh,” my best friend giggled. “Problem?”

“I have just suffered a terminal fatal error or something and my computer is frozen. Now what's the name of the company?” I was doing my best not to yell.

“I take it you have a deadline for your edits?” More snickering.

I think I growled.

“OK, OK, hold on. The company is the Nerd Herd and the number is …” I could hear her pages ruffling. “Ah! Well, I should have remembered that. The number is 1-800-NRD-HERD”

“Thanks,” I sighed and hung up. Hell, even I should have remembered that from their commercials.

I made the call, tried not to scream at the operator as I explained that this truly was an emergency and I needed someone here immediately and not a moment later. Then I sat back and chewed my fingernails waiting for my own personal nerd to arrive.

What they really needed to do was get a bunch of hunky men and send them out on calls. They could call them the
Steam Team
. I was busy coming up with stupid names for a roving band of handsome men when the doorbell rang. I reminded myself to add “Go out on a date” to my to-do list.

I steeled myself to not giggle at the impending nerd in the required outfit. The company actually made their employees dress as they are portrayed in the televisions ads. Poor thing, I thought, as if it's not bad enough to actually be a nerd, let alone be forced to dress like a cliché.

I flung open the door and nearly gasped. Yeah, he was dressed like a nerd. Too short black pants, white socks, black lace-up shoes. He even had the short sleeve, white button down and the pocket protector. And the glasses, with tape! But oh Mother Mary, he was the furthest thing from a nerd I had ever seen. I read his name tag. Tony. Tony was my own personal nerd. With big biceps and deep brown eyes and lips that made me want to …

“Ma'am?”

“Yes!?” Damn. I sounded like I'd been sucking the helium out of a party balloon. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I'm sorry. Come in, um, Tony. The computer is in the den.”

I pointed a finger, seemingly frozen on the spot, and he followed my asinine directions to the den. It was only after his perfectly formed ass rounded the corner and he was out of sight, that I realized I was still in giant grey sweatpants, a yellow tank top and my wildly abused fuzzy bunny slippers.

I groaned out loud when I saw my tank sported a coffee stain.

“Ma'am, are you OK?” he called.

And a gentleman, too. Double groan.

“Fine!” I yelped and then I bolted upstairs. I threw on my low slung jeans and a T-shirt that said GEEKS LOVE ME. Then I reconsidered. Then I figured, screw it.

He was working on my computer when I entered. “These things really aren't as bad as the computer indicates,” he said without looking up. Then he did look up. His eyes grazing first the juvenile print screen and then the braless breasts underneath. “That true?” he asked, indicating the slogan.

I stuck my chest out further and said, “For the most part.”

What the hell was I doing? Was I that desperate for male attention? I did a mental review. Last date two months ago. Last sexual encounter, sadly, two and a half months ago. Yes, I was that desperate. On my own terms, obviously. Tony fit my terms.

I took a step toward him and tried to breathe deeply. I couldn't keep my eyes still. They skittered over his broad shoulders that strained against his too tight T-shirt. Dark hair cut short and neat. Nice jaw with just a hint of stubble. The stubble sealed the deal.

I was pleased to note that his eyes were just as busy. Skimming the small swatch of skin that was exposed between the waistband of my jeans and the hem of my T-shirt. I watched them run languidly over my hips and travel down my long legs. The look in his eyes felt as intense as if his hands were on me and my white cotton thong got a quick and sudden bath as my body responded to that look.

“How long do you average per job?” I asked, my voice a little breathy.

“About an hour and a half.” He gave me a smile that sort of made his top lip crinkle just a bit. My nipples went hard.

“How long is this job, do you think? Roughly speaking?” I moved closer to him.

“Less than an hour,” he said. He looked up at me from my own computer chair, then spun the seat so that our knees nearly touched. That smile started to blossom just a little more.

I noticed he wasn't lagging behind me in the arousal department because those snug geek pants sheathed a beautiful bulge. He caught me looking and gave a soft laugh. He patted one broad thigh and stared me dead in the eye. I laughed, too, and then settled onto his lap before I could reconsider. Had I lost my mind? Apparently, so, but what a way to go. I couldn't resist rubbing my ass against his cock as I shifted to find a comfortable perch.

“Now that is just fighting dirty,” he growled and cinched me tight around my waist, big hands splaying over the naked skin of my belly. It was my turn to growl.

His lips found the back of my neck and he kissed a trail down to my nape. I shivered then jumped in his arms as his hand slid beneath my waistband. His long lean fingers hovering just an inch or so shy of where I really wanted them to be.

“Now who's fighting dirty?” I sighed and wiggled my ass again. Pushing and grinding against his erection.

“You win.” His fingers found my clit and stroked lightly. I sort of puddled in his arms. How could I have forgotten to do this? How could I have neglected myself so terribly? The questions vanished as he slowly circled my clit again and then, sliding his hand down further, hooked two big fingers into my already twitching pussy.

I splayed across his lap like a hussy and whimpered.

“That feel good?” he chuckled.

“Huhhhhhhhh,” I said. Whatever the hell that meant.

A few more delicate and deliberate strokes and my body demanded more. I yanked open my top desk drawer, found a foil packet and slithered out of my jeans. I opened the packet. Tony reached for it.

“No,” I said and turned on his lap. I freed his cock and tried not to whoop victoriously. His cock was long and broad. The perfect tip nearly purple. It strained against my hand. “Enthusiastic, isn't it?” I laughed.

Tony could only nod because I couldn't resist taking one long stroke against his skin with my fist before I rolled the condom on. I turned in the chair, my knees braced inside the leather arms and sank down onto him as slowly as I could bear.

He groaned and shoved my shirt up, sucking first one tightly beaded nipple, then the other. “You are the best customer ever,” he sighed and we both laughed.

It wouldn't take much. I could feel my body coiling for release. Each time I sank down on him, I grew tighter. Each movement more pleasurable. He was with me, too, I could feel his body jerk up to meet mine as his big hands roamed my ass. He gave me a brisk slap on my ass cheek and that did it. My pussy clenched and groped for each last blip of pleasure it could grab as I came. Moisture wet my thighs with each spasm. Tony thrust up against me, smacking me once more. He kissed me as he came, his tongue as demanding as his cock. His big hands anchoring me to him.

We sat together panting as he feathered his nice long fingers over my nipples. I shivered. Then rested my forehead against his. He surprised me by giving me a long slow kiss before I grabbed my jeans and slid them on.

“Love that T-shirt,” he said gruffly as I pulled it over my breasts.

“If you come back again, I'll wear a different one for you.” I couldn't help but smile.

“What's that one say?”

“Nerds Rock My World.”