Her vengeful hands

by BrooklynObserver

The cafe had closed twenty minutes ago and M was nearly done cleaning up. He was alone in the darkened shop, thinking about the day’s events. One of his coworkers, a girl about five years older, had been especially flirtatious, and M found himself starting to stiffen thinking about her as he cleaned the espresso machine.

She had touched him at every opportunity it seemed, and had at one point rubbed her breasts against his shoulders as she squeezed past him. He was imagining the feeling of her breasts against his body — he could remember each individually — which made him continue to stiffen under his apron. The situation presented only one problem: M shared a small studio apartment with a friend, and knew that once he got home there would be no privacy. He really needed to get himself off though. Glancing toward the bathroom, he decided quickly to masturbate before leaving work.

Once he finished his work, M stepped into the men’s bathroom and closed the door behind him. As he unzipped and pulled down his pants, his erection sprung out readily. Soon, he was working into a steady rhythm, thinking about the girl and her firm, generously pert tits. It felt good to rub his cock after a long day of sexual frustration. He grunted and closed his eyes, his coworker dancing topless against his eyelids.

Just as the first thoughts of orgasm entered his mind, the door sprung open, and M found himself face to face with Irma, the generously kind, attractive woman who cleaned the floors and linens at night.
“¡Ay dios mio!” she exclaimed, placing her hand over her incredulous red lips. Irma looked truly shocked, but her expression quickly turned to anger. “What do you think you’re doing? This is very bad.” She gestured toward M’s bright red erection.

M looked at his feet and mumbled something useless. A wave of humiliation washed over him as he stood guiltily in front of a woman he worked with daily and had a good deal of respect for. He went to pull up his pants but Irma stopped him.

“No. Take them off. Follow me.” She led the now trouserless boy and his bobbing erection out into the darkened cafe and sat him at a table. “I am very disappointed,” she said. “You must learn that this is very bad to do at work.” She looked once again at his cock, now softening, despite his slight arousal at being ordered around by a sexy, angry Mexican woman who now stood over him with her hands on her generous hips, big tits perched right over his face.

“Turn around. I will teach you not to be such a bad boy.” M obliged and placed his hands on the back of the chair so he was bent over in front of her. The first spank sent a surprisingly sharp sting through his body, but all he could focus on was the improbable hotness  of the situation.

“That was very bad, what you were doing in there,” she said as she spanked him twice more. His bare ass was now ruddy pink. “Now turn around,” she ordered. M once again obliged, turning to face the stern and flushed Irma, who looked down at his pink cock hanging heavily before her. With a quick flick of her wrist she slapped it sideways. His cock swung with the impact and he could feel a rush of blood simultaneously to his cheeks and crotch.

“You have been a dirty boy, playing with yourself at work,” Irma said, giving M’s cock another solid slap. “It makes me think you’re a pervert. Are you?” M grunted — but at that moment, like a clutch engaging, the eroticism of the situation hit him, and he felt his cock begin to stiffen again. A short, curvy, sassy Mexican woman with cleavage spilling out of her tanktop was treating him to sensations his cock had never known.

“Oh my god, why are you growing? You are a little pervert aren’t you?” Irma scolded. She slapped his lengthening erection harder causing M to grunt with surprise pleasure. “I can’t believe you enjoy this, you dirty little boy. You little dirty bitch.”

She kneeled and slapped his cock back and forth, scowling, hitting his pole harder with every spank. The sting radiated through M’s body and he basked in the sexuality of her blows. He surrendered to the humiliation of having a kind older woman judge and punish him. As he watched her, he noticed the way her tits jiggled in her top with each slap, and when she saw his hungry gaze, she began to flog his erection even more aggressively.

As Irma continued her assault on M’s rock hard, apple-red hardon, he could feel the stirrings of an orgasm shine through the white pain. Perhaps she saw where the situation was heading, or perhaps she wanted to exercise more control over the boy, but Irma took M’s balls into her hand and gave his cock a fearsome squeeze. The sudden feeling of the woman’s small, soft hands wrapped around him sent M hurtling toward orgasm. She didn’t so much jerk him off as she did brutalize his aching cock, but the result was the same. M surrendered to the orgasm and told Irma that he was about to cum. She squeezed harder out of surprise and landed one more indignant blow against his flexed pre-orgasmic cock as he grunted his release. M shot his first stinging, hot spurt of cum straight onto Irma’s plump, overflowing tits. She shrieked and slapped the boy on his thigh. The rest of his cum dripped onto Irma’s top and down onto the floor. She wiped a glob off of her tits and slapped it onto M’s subsiding erection.

“I can’t believe you came all over my tetas! You are a dirty little bitch,” she said, wiping the rest of his semen off of her body. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

M mumbled something about never doing it again and pulled his pants back on. Irma watched as he wiped his mess off the floor with a paper towel. He left work feeling both satisfied and humiliated, and he couldn’t look Irma in the eye as she watched him leave with her hands on her hips.