Renewed Primal Lust

It is Saturday night in Dallas I’m sitting in my office above the bar of my Gentleman’s club. Smoking an expensive cigar watching the patrons at the bar and sitting around the stripper stages. I see Tracy walk in looking around, she is a local news anchor and country western singer on weekends. When her husband divorced her, she was a one night stand. I call one of the bouncer’s telling him to bring Tracy up to the office. She looks up smiling and waves her soft silky arm at me as she proceeds towards the stairs to come upstairs. I’m watching that skimpy little skirt flap from side to side as her tight ass sways up the stairs. Tracy is one hot woman at 41, I’m licking my lips at the thought of her washing away my musky scent as she showers her sweet violated body the next morning. I feel my cock starting to bulge in my jeans.


I can’t wait to have that silky smooth flesh in my tight forceful grip. She didn’t have second thoughts until she feels my arms around her waist, my other hand covering her mouth as I push her through the office door, she is pushed up against the desk, her hands useless beside her, pinned by my weight against her back as her hands are pulled behind her, pinned by my weight against her back. She feels the cold steel of the handcuffs clicking into place. I quickly tie the gag around her mouth, then slip a blindfold over her eyes…

She hears a light switch click then the radio blares on, the music drowning out any sounds being heard as the door is locked behind her. She feels my warm breath on her neck as I reach up unzipping her dress. She starts to fight, her arms are held useless behind her and my weight pressing her against the desk making the efforts futile as she feels the dress being worked down over her hips, the cool room air raising goosebumps on her creamy thighs. She feels me work the dress all the way down and then make her step out of it, my hands grabbing roughly between her thighs. Lifting her up and pushing her forward again to the middle of the room. Tracy feels herself being turned to face me then lowered roughly onto the cool surface of lounge chair, the kind that had the thin bands of vinyl wrapped in rows along the steel frame… She cringed as the cold vinyl touched her long, bare legs and feeling her arms pulled back behind her to slip over the back of the lounge as she is lowered, effectively holding her tight against the back of the lounge.

She feels my weight as I straddle her, feeling me leaning back to secure her ankle to the leg of the lounge, then leaning back pushing her other leg over the side to affix it to the other leg.