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Casey laughed. Dressed in sportswear with short hair and muscles, no, she was very rarely presumed straight. “I can’t say I ever have that problem.”
Amira’s looked seductively at Casey from under long dark eyelashes.
Casey took a deep breath.
Fuck, the things this woman does to me.
Over the following weeks,Casey introduced plenty of new things to Amira and she happily enjoyed Amira’s wide eyed enthusiasm. The spanking had been an absolute hit and Amira nearly begged Casey to spank her during their next session. Casey couldn’t deny Amira’s big, puppy dog eyes even if she’d wanted to—not that shehadwanted to—and easily agreed.
Having Amira bent over her lap taking a spanking and seeing how deeply it affected her and how much it turned her on was hotter than Casey had ever imagined it would be.
The first time Casey had spanked Amira over her lap, Amira had orgasmed from the spanking alone. Casey had wondered at the intensity of Amira’s response. It had been incredible. It had felt incredible to have that power over her body, to hold Amira as she cried and her body shuddered as the climax rushed through her.
Amira had been a moaning, crying mess as she’d squirmed around on Casey’s lap, no longer trying to get away but instead, trying to get some more stimulation. Casey had stopped spanking her when she’d reached her release, but she soon realized that Amira’s body was craving more.
Once she’d gotten over the initial shock, Casey had sought out Amira’s wetness with her fingers and pushed them inside of her. As she fucked Amira with her fingers, slowly to start with and then gradually building speed and intensity, she had felt Amira building to another orgasm in her arms.
Thiswas what Casey lived for, having a beautiful femme coming apart in her arms.
Casey found herself living for Amira’s orgasms. Nothing turned her on more than being able to make Amira come time and time again, her body a moaning, squirming mess of Casey’s making.
At work, Amira was ever the professional. Dr. Alvarez, the renowned sports doctor. But, then so was Casey, ever the professional sports psychologist, Dr. Rosen. Casey genuinely enjoyed seeing and treating the athletes. She enjoyed the difference she could make to both their wellbeing and also their performance. Many people underestimated the potential performance benefits of working with a sports psychologist, but mindset and mental attitude was a huge part of athletic performance.
Casey spent her time educating people that athletes aren’t the robots that they are often expected to be. Athletes, particularly female athletes are complex, intelligent individuals, whose primary focus might be physical, but it doesn’t matter how well conditioned they are physically, if their head isn’t in the game, they will not win.
Well, Casey was mostly professional and passionate about her work. Having to see and work with Dr. Alvarez every day was becoming a challenge. Casey found herself distracted often, her eyes roaming over Amira’s taut calves in heels, or over her full breasts in button down shirts.
They were be in a meeting, discussing an athlete, discussing how she might improve physically and mentally for an upcoming championship race, and then Casey’s eyes strayed to Amira’s mouth. Amira’s beautiful lips, always painted immaculately. Casey remembered how they had looked on her strap on last night.
Amira, on her knees, sucking Casey’s strap on, eyes closed in focus, her beautiful red lips taking the dildo so deep, she gagged.
Oh fuck, she was so beautiful.
Then Casey lifted her up, bent her over and fucked her. Amira’s orgasms, as usual were plentiful.
“There’s a good little slut for Daddy,” Casey looked to Amira and saw her breathing quicken. Calling her agood little slutalways had that beautiful intense affect on her. Casey always enjoyed fucking with a strap on. Her strap on was her pride and joy, a lovely black leather harness that she had kept well and cared for well over the years and a thick black dildo that she had bought specially for Amira. It felt like an extension of her body as she fucked and she felt the pressure against her own body.
Casey sometimes wished she was one of those women who could come purely from fucking with a strap on. Casey got close, tantalisingly close, so incredibly turned on and wet, but no actual orgasm.
But, it mattered little. As Amira came again for Casey’s fingers against her clitoris, Casey gave her a couple of seconds to enjoy her orgasm before pulling her roughly round and pushing her back to her knees.
Casey loosened her harness slightly which allowed her to pull it to the side to allow easier access and she parted her legs, all the while standing above Amira.
Amira responded naturally now, her mouth seeking out Casey’s pleasure instinctively. Words were not needed, but Casey used them anyway.
“Make me come, baby. Make Daddy come, there’s a good girl.”
Amira’s lips were on Casey’s clit. Her mouth was moving earnestly against Casey.
Casey felt her orgasm building immediately. She was so ready. Her explosion in Amira’s mouth seconds later was no surprise to either of them.
“Fuck, baby, you are so good. You turn me on so fucking much.” Casey smiled at Amira who was looking obediently up at her with those big brown swirling eyes. Her makeup was smudged slightly. Casey felt her heart swell.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“So, do you think you can do some sessions with Natasha leading up to the World Championships? She’s lost the confidence that helped her win 4 years ago. Coming back from the ruptured achilles while seeing the other girls winning in her absence has really been hard for her.”
Work. Fuck, we are at work. Stop daydreaming. Stop gazing lovingly at her face. She’s just your colleague, your boss. Your lover, your submissive.
