A couple’s x-rated role-playing activities turn sophisticatedly sexy as they attempt to steal one orgasm after the next.

When I arrived at the office building, it appeared to be empty.

I pulled a folded note from a zipped pocket of my coat: The file’s in the top drawer. Code word: Bermuda. A key was taped to the paper.

At this late hour, I was sure the building would stay empty until I’d completed my mission. After riding the elevator to the executive suite, I focused the soft glow of my flashlight on the lock and let myself in. Almost there, I thought to myself as I rifled through a filing cabinet looking for the folder, but then I heard a noise from the outer room. Was it a security guard? I froze and turned off my flashlight, my heart pounding wildly. When I didn’t hear another sound, I turned my light back on.

I was about to dip back into the hanging files when I heard a gruff voice from a few feet away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” it demanded, so I turned to check out the source.

Even in the dimly lit room, I could make out a tall, handsome man with slicked-back hair and a sexy divot in his chin. He was wearing a suit with a standard black tie and looked as if he’d snuck away from a formal event. Adrenaline coursed through me. I’d been excited all evening, but now I realized how turned on I was. My panties were already soaked through, and my nipples were as hard as pebbles. I glanced at the desk and spied a photo of a smiling couple. The man pictured had a beard, and this man was clean shaven. He was as handsome without the facial hair as he had been with. He took a step closer to me, and I knew I had to figure out a way to escape with the file in order to fulfill the directions on the note.

Considering my options, I looked back at him and noticed a bulge in his pants that hadn’t been there earlier, which gave me an idea.

“What’s it to you?” I rejoined.

My cat burglar outfit consisted of leggings and a tight long-sleeve t-shirt — both black — that left little to the imagination. My curves clearly hadn’t escaped his attention.

“It’s everything to me,” he said, and he stepped closer, spun me around, and pulled my arms behind my back. He easily clasped my wrists together in one large fist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded petulantly, but the words were merely words.

More juices seeped from my pussy. I tried wresting my arms away, but his grip was unyielding. When he leaned closer, my hands brushed against his crotch, and I could feel how hard his dick was.

“Giving you exactly what you want,” he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. I heard him slide off his tie, and my clit started throbbing. The pulsations intensified when he let me go long enough to pull off my shirt and bra. He then wrapped his tie around my wrists and secured them with a tight knot, leaving me with little hope of getting away with the file. This didn’t dismay me as much as it should have. Having this attractive man bind me was the most exciting thing to happen to me on this mission.

I pulled at my bindings, but they wouldn’t give — the silk band didn’t even chafe my skin. I wondered what he was planning to do to me. Was he going to fuck me, or was his plan to take the folder and leave me to be found by someone else, naked from the waist up with my wrists tethered behind my back? I assumed the former when he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my leggings to ease them down my legs along with my sodden panties. He took off my shoes to pull off my pants completely. Then I heard him unfasten his belt buckle, and my pulse quickened. What came next surprised me.

First, there was a whoosh as he pulled the leather through his belt loops, and then a loud crack! that told me what he was planning. The belt didn’t land on my flesh right away; I think he was testing it out — or simply testing my reaction. I didn’t flinch because I welcome the sting of leather. Assuming the target of the next strike would be my ass, I widened my stance to brace myself, splaying my pussy in the process. I waited, listening intently for the sound of the leather whistling through the air. When it came, a flash of pain across my asscheeks joined the noise, overwhelming all my other senses. The ensuing burn radiated throughout my pelvis, and I struggled to repress a moan. I persevered, and another lash followed, this one a little harder.

Without the use of my hands to brace myself, I almost keeled over. I managed to catch myself and luxuriated in the prickling heat spreading across my flesh. The whipping continued, and my breathing grew more labored. I tried to hide my increasing arousal but knew I wasn’t fooling anyone. He abruptly stopped the flogging, and I used the break to try to catch my breath. I was panting so hard my breasts were heaving. Besides that, the only sound in the room was that of a clock ticking away the seconds. My clitoris pulsated with an identical cadence, but my captor remained silent.

As the time passed slowly, I realized I no longer cared about the file. I just wanted to come — desperately. I was despairing that I might never feel the man’s cock in my cunt. The sound of the clock seemed to grow louder as more time passed, but eventually I heard movements, first a zipper and then a rustle as his pants fell to the floor. I held my breath as he moved until he was so close that his hardness brushed my ass. When he threaded his fingers through my ponytail and yanked my head back, I gasped. He silenced my cries by pressing his mouth to mine. He forced open my lips with his tongue, entangling it with mine as he reached around to pinch my extremely erect nipples.

He startled me by leaning forward to sweep his arm across the desk, sending papers, photos and a pen cup flying. With the surface cleared, he leaned me over so that my tits pressed flat against the cool desktop. Roughly, he nudged open my legs with one knee to give himself full access to my pussy. I expected to feel his cock inside me, but all he did was trail his fingertips over the stripes of heat he’d produced with his belt, his pre-come-slickened cockhead prodding my buttocks every time he stood close. I tried shifting so his erection would find its way between my thighs, but he avoided my attempts. Instead, I won a firm slap on the ass as a warning. I hoped fervently that I was going to get what I needed — both the file and a thorough fucking. Though it seemed I would have to behave, or at least pretend to.

I held still and eventually felt my captor’s fingers nudging my sex, stroking my wet slit. At first, his touch made me tremble, but I tensed when he bore down on my swollen clit. Then he pulled his hand away. I heard him hungrily sucking my juices off his digits before I felt both of his hands on my hips, gripping me tightly as his cock slid along my nether lips. When his knob found my hole, he pressed forward, his huge cock sliding all the way in to the root.

He let out a groan as he buried himself in my pussy. Then he held still for a moment, his velvety balls crushed between our bodies. I resisted the urge to rock back and forth on his pole. Another moment passed before he withdrew until all that remained inside me was the very tip.

Curling my toes into the carpet, I braced myself again as he tightened his grip on my hips. His thumbs sank into my flesh as he shoved back into my cunt until his hipbones crashed against my butt. No longer taking things slowly, he repeated the out-and-in motion, and the desk creaked as the force of his thrusts rocked me. A succession of short stabs followed, though as the tempo changed, his hips lurched forward increasingly harder and faster. The only thing keeping me from flying away from him was his firm grasp on my hips. I heard his body slapping against mine, but that noise was almost drowned out by his huffing and puffing. Then my moans joined the chorus as he steered me toward my climax with his beautiful dick.

My belly tightened as the erotic pressure built inside me. My clit was throbbing mercilessly, and all I needed was a little more incentive to push me over the edge. I was dying to touch myself, and once again, my impatience got the best of me. Without thinking, I begged my captor to untie me, and a sharp smack landed on my ass the second the words left my lips. I gasped in shock, and a second smack quickly followed. This one was harder, and I cried out as the sexy pain shot through my flesh. The unbidden sound elicited yet another strike, this one making me squeal delightfully, which of course meant another spank. I was caught in a sinful cycle, and I loved every minute of it.

As blow after blow rained down on my butt, I basked in the stinging sensations. My lover never ceased pounding his massive cock into my cunt. The spanking and fucking combined to function as an igniter, and my clit started sparking. Digital manipulation was no longer necessary to help me reach my goal. I started quaking as warm waves rushed through my body and my inner muscles contracted. He doubled his efforts, soon pounding into me so forcefully that I felt the impact in the pit of my stomach each time he hit rock bottom. In the full throes of my orgasm, I bit down on my lower lip to stifle the happy wail that threatened to leap from my throat. Meanwhile, my partner kept spearing my pussy and smacking my ass until the pressure of my constricted opening got the better of him. Abandoning the spanking, he returned his hand to my waist and pulled me onto his rigid member so that he was completely buried inside me.

When my asscheeks were flush with his upper thighs, he held still and then his shaft pulsed in my canal. He let out a long groan as his floodgates opened, spilling the contents of his balls into me.

His orgasm triggered a few more tremors of my own. Finally, he slumped over, pinning me to the desk beneath his weight, and I relished being trapped beneath the rugged man. We remained in that position until his hard-on subsided, prompting him to pull out of my cunt, which was still gently spasming. He untied my wrists before telling me to stand up, get dressed and leave. He never took his eyes off me as I followed his instructions, so I knew there was no possible way I would snag the folder. Though before we exited the office, I noticed him pull something from the cabinet.

When the man and I parted, I waited for him to get in his car and pull away, and then I followed at a safe distance. We arrived at his house not long after, and I waited a few more minutes before trying the front door. No luck. I slid quietly around the building to the backdoor, and here I found that the latch had been left open. I paused in the hallway, and when I heard the sound of the shower running, I knew the coast was clear. Tiptoeing down the hallway, I shone my flashlight into every room but didn’t find my prize. It wasn’t until I looked in the bedroom that I discovered the folder lying on the bed next to a discarded suit jacket. I crept in and shined my light on the folder. In a neat printing read the word BERMUDA.

Before I could open the file, the man stepped out of the shadows, and once again grabbed me firmly by the wrist.

“You’re not as cunning as you think,” he growled while pulling me so close I could feel his stiffening cock.

My nipples responded in kind, poking against my thin cotton t-shirt, and my juices resumed flowing, re-soaking my barely dried panties. This time I was better prepared and managed to turn the tables. Wrenching myself from his grasp, I grabbed his tie from the bed and pulled his arms in front of him. I tied them at the wrists as securely as he’d bound mine earlier. He seemed almost as surprised as I’d been, especially when I unbuckled his belt, reached into his pants and pulled out his erection. I was excited to lavish attention on his cock up close. Thick and veiny, his dick had to be at least seven inches and throbbed when I wrapped my fingers around it. His body jerked, and a moan escaped his lips. I noticed he was pumping his hips in an attempt to fuck my fist, so I abruptly let go, giving him a taste of what he’d given me in the office.

He looked disappointed, but his expression changed as I stripped. When I was naked, he tried moving closer with his erection pointed right at my cunt, but I put my hand on his chest to stop and barked, “Kneel!”

For a second, he only stared at me. I could tell he thought I was joking, but he realized I was serious when I didn’t budge. Dropping to his knees — with some assistance from me — he looked up at me through dark eyelashes as I stepped forward until my pussy was inches from his mouth. With the sound of the shower still running in the background, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to my crotch.

As soon as his lips made contact, he slipped out his tongue to lap at my delicate inner petals. I began trembling, almost as if this was a continuation of my previous orgasm. This dashing devil was a talented cunnilinguist, darting his tongue all over my slippery labia and periodically plunging it into my hole. I grasped his head tighter as my excitement mounted, but when he moved toward my clit, I lurched so violently I thought I might topple over. I caught myself as he zeroed in on my over-stimulated button and gave it a good, hard suck.

Quaking, I clung to his head throughout my orgasm, not letting go lest he stop eating me. Not that he was even showing signs of slowing down: his tongue remained homed in on my clitoris to keep me coming. And so I did, my eyes shut tight at the surging pleasure, my entire body shuddering and shaking.

When I opened my eyes, I glanced down and noticed his cock was still as stiff as a board. My mouth watered, so I released his head, got on the bed and beckoned him to join me. He crawled forward on his knees, and when he was close enough, I pulled him onto the mattress and told him to get on his back. The man looked at me expectantly, but before I did anything else, I raised his arms and tied the loose ends of the necktie to the headboard. Now he was completely in my thrall, with his stiff dick pointed straight at the ceiling. I swooped down and wrapped my lips around his cockhead.

Slowly, I descended, engulfing him inch by inch. I’m a fairly accomplished cocksucker, but I still wasn’t able to take his length all the way to the root. I swallowed as much as I could, and once I’d reached my limit, I began energetically bobbing my head over his unflagging erection. Soon he was pumping his hips again, this time in an effort to fuck my face and trigger his climax. I pressed down on his stomach to still him, reminding him that I had the upper hand. When he capitulated, I rewarded him by increasing my pace.

He was groaning, so I knew I didn’t have long to decide if I wanted him to come in my mouth or pussy. As much as I craved a creamy treat, my cunt was demanding attention, and the prospect of a mutual orgasm was enticing. With seconds remaining, I released his cock from my mouth, straddled his torso, grasped his shaft and positioned his crown at my opening.

I sank down on his cock, and as soon as my asscheeks grazed his balls, I leaned forward to kiss him. Our lips remained locked as I began rising and falling on his rigid member, feeling my passion rise. In our highly excited state, it didn’t take long for either of us to reach the finish line. As I started peaking, I tore my lips from his so I could rise up and ride him like a cowgirl. He gave a ferocious growl and began filling me with his seed.

As his load poured into my pussy, I continued bucking on his prick. I wailed with pleasure as I came for the third time of the night. My cunt constricted, eliciting another spurt of warm cream, and we reveled in our shared bliss until we were both spent.

His cock was still inside me as I untied him, but when his hard-on started to languish, I pulled myself away and collapsed onto the mattress. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. However, just as I was about to drift off, I recalled the ongoing sound of running water. Rolling over, I nudged the man lying next to me, who also seemed drained of energy. “Honey, can you turn off the shower?” I asked my husband, and I smiled at the wedding picture on his nightstand as he begrudgingly got out of bed to do my bidding.

He’d shaved since our wedding day. I thought he looked even sexier now. He definitely owed me. I knew we’d both be up early to return to his office and straighten the place before his staff arrived. No doubt his secretary would think it odd if she saw all of his work items on the floor. I knew he’d planned for that grand sweep by moving his computer to another desk. Oh, and the file. I’d have to remember to take that with us. I got out of bed to look at the file now. BERMUDA. What did that mean? I was opening the folder when he returned to the bedroom. He had a huge smile on his face as I waved the tickets in front of him.

“Two spies like us deserve an anniversary vacation, don’t you think?” he asked.

I love when my husband plans intricate erotic endeavors for us. Our sexy spy games turn me on like nothing else.