Advent Calendar For Reverse Harem Readers
James Knight POV
To: E Roberts
Subject: Frustrated
From: J Knight
Date: 01/23 22:14
Dearest Ella,
You have no idea how frustrated you make me feel because you are not available for a fuck this evening. I had some stressful meetings this morning and all I want to do is just lose myself in your fucking wet pussy and pound you hard into oblivion.
I am so damn hard right now, thinking about fucking your warm mouth and coming all over your lovely face. You deciding to skip town instead without any notice, leaving me as hard as a stone and frustrated, well, I think you have earned yourself a punishment.
When I see you, the first thing I’m going to do is tangle my fingers in your hair and lead you to the middle of the room, forcing you to kneel, then I’ll drape your body over the padded leather whipping bench.
Your ankles will be cuffed with the leather straps to the bench legs and a spreader bar will be secured just above your knees so your dripping pussy stays nice and open to me. I want your hands behind your neck, where I’ll cuff your wrists with metal handcuffs.
From my chest of goodies I’ll take your favorite toy, the butt plug, and shimmy your panties to the side, then I’ll stroke my lube covered hand upward through the apex of your thighs, brushing your sopping folds, going to your sweet puckered rosette and lube it up good. Oh, baby, I know that’s cold….here, suck on it, make it moist and warm, you know it’ll go straight up your ass.
I’d like you to open wide and relax for me now. Yeeesss….There you go. You are such a good girl, Ella.
Twenty lashes with the nine tails across your back, ass, and thighs will make them my favorite shade of pink and I want to hear you meow and purr with pleasure receiving it. And your skin all pink and warm, the color that suits you very much.
And when the time comes, I will relieve you of your soaked panties, probably rip them in half off of your warm rosy ass and then sink two of my fingers into your dripping pussy, rotating them, thrusting them deep inside you, stroking your pulsating inner walls, stretching you, making you beg for me to fuck you already.
Finally, I’ll pull down the zipper of my tattered jeans and take my cock out, driving straight into your throbbing pussy, holding you by your ponytail and fucking you with abandon. Ah, I can feel you climax all around me, your walls contracting with spasms, but I’m not done yet, I want to fuck you some more until you come, screaming and quivering for a second time. Fuck, ahh, I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick hard all around and you pull me down into a shattering orgasm together with you. I remove the anal plug and still feel your inner walls throbbing; your whole body is shaking, missing the fullness of the plug. You are pulsating erratically again, kneading my dick between your folds, massaging it while you ride off another orgasmic spiral of anal pleasure.
Ella, be prepared, you will be sore.
Sincerely,
J Knight
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Well…this certainly helped me. I hit the send button and decide to read my email again when I realize with horror the damn autocorrect the computer made on its own!
It’s Robbers, not Roberts!
Eva Roberts POV.
Sitting at my desk with my second cup of coffee this morning, I take a look at my emails and sigh. I don’t think I’ll ever get on top of them. They just keep coming. It never stops. My only sane moment in this busy environment is being able to have my personal emails open in the back browser so I don’t miss out on any gossip. Just like any other day, I open a new browser and log in to my emails before minimizing the screen and working on a project that will take up most of my morning.
Who on earth is J. Knight?
There’s an email from someone I don’t know. I open it and start reading. Oh my! This is definitely not intended for me. Someone called Ella…oh…I turn my face away from the computer screen. I know I just blushed. Should I keep reading? By the time my mind makes the decision I’m already going fast through the email.
She’s really getting it from him. What I wouldn’t give to be fucked by someone…as hard as he’s fucking her I might say. I haven’t had a relationship in almost a year. I know I shouldn’t, but I feel I owe it to my body to read this email to the end.
I continue reading and I’m aware my lower lip is pulsating from being held between my teeth. What am I doing? I don’t bite my lip! This email…oh…it’s certainly getting my juices running.
Perhaps someone sent it as a joke? I look around me in the office but everybody is minding their own business. Clearly this J. Knight is into BDSM. Not my cup of tea but oh my, is this what it’s all about? From what he’s saying, I’ll take everything but the lashing.
Stop listening to your needy body, Eva! My mind is always here to wake me up.
I deliberately minimize the Gmail screen and focus on um…my work emails. Is my breathing shallow? Argh! I place my hands on the edge of the desk and push off. The chair I’m sitting on slides backwards on its wheels and I swivel around, stopping right next to the window, looking outside. I need sex. I really do. I’ve had a very dry year and this is the closest I’ve gotten to fucking. Ok, getting wet. But good wet. Scary wet. Should I email him back? Am I that gutsy? No. I know I’m not.
I pull back to my desk and ignore the stares from my colleagues. They’ve seen me doing this before. No big deal.
Let me read that email again. Mm….pounding me hard into oblivion, tick, my dripping pussy open for him…tick, lubing my puckered rosette…mmm…tick, although I don’t think I will need any lubing at all. Listening to me purring with pleasure…tick, ripping my panties off …tick, sinking fingers into my dripping pussy and rotating….mm…thrusting deep inside…making me beg…tick. Fucking me with abandon…tick, my body shaking from the orgasm…tick. Oh my! Did I just feel throbbing in my…oh this is not good, Eva, not good at all.
Okay, think. Think! He doesn’t know me, and I don’t know him. I don’t care. I’ll write back. If I can’t have sex in real life I’m sure I’ll get close this way.
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To: J Knight
Subject: Re: Frustrated
From: E Roberts
Date: 01/24 9:43
Dear Mr. Knight
I enjoyed reading your email and I feel I must add my comments to it.
To begin with, my name is not Ella. Sorry about that.
It’s Miss Roberts, and I am in need of being fucked just as much as you want to fuck me.
I’m not usually this brave. In fact, if I describe myself I would say I’m someone who is quiet, shy, always led by others, and would rather obey than fight back. But since you don’t know me, or I you, I might as well tell you.
How did you know my hair is tied in a ponytail, ready for you, who is waiting to pull it and to take me to the whipping bench? I haven’t seen one yet but I am sure you will be more than happy to introduce me to it. At this stage…any bench will do for me.
As for butt plugs, I must be honest, I do love them. Being bent down with my panties off, open for you… please, just fuck me already. My sodden folds can’t hold off any more. I’ve had so many flash burns in my groin I’ve lost count. You like me to purr, don’t you? Just twist the butt plug inside of me and you’ll hear of the places I only dream of…
How about this? With your cock out, you come in front of me and straight into my mouth, jabbing it deep inside my throat. I’m licking myself off of you, tasting our juices and, ah, I love it. You tangle your fingers in my hair, taking control and push me harder and deeper onto you. That’s exactly what I like. Your cock in my mouth. Hard. Thick. Needy. I hear your groans again and I know you are coming. With one last grunt you pull out and spurt your life all over my face. Fuck… I love that!
I believe I have pleased you, Master.
Your turn now.
E. Roberts
***
Oh my, I am so naughty. I wonder what he’ll think of this email.
PART TWO
James Knight POV.
I sit at my desk in my spacious, airy office at the top floor of Knight House and stare out of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Immersed in my own thoughts, my gaze is travelling across the rooftops of some far away skyscrapers. Suddenly I’m roused from my musings by the ping of my laptop alerting me I’ve got a new email. I hope it’s news from our IT director, Thomas; I asked him to look into that email address to which I accidentally sent the kinky letter meant for Ella last night. So far he’s had no luck getting into that email account and deleting the fucking stupid letter.
What the fuck were you thinking, Knight? Oh that’s right, you let your dick do your thinking for you…
Who could’ve fucking known that breaking into the Google servers would be more difficult than stealing government secrets from the fucking Pentagon? It seems to be a hard task even for one of the best computer wiz kids like Thomas. On the other hand Google does have more computer nerds than you could fit into a whole Comic-Con geek fest. I should probably look into buying more of their stock.
I look at the email and my mouth opens for a split second. What the fuck? Whoever I sent the letter to, wrote me back. This is going to be interesting… well, let’s take a look then, shall we?
I click on the letter sitting in my inbox and for some strange reason I’m holding my breath with nervous trepidation.
…I read the last lines of the letter and the words are just ringing in my ears… I have pleased you, Master. Only now do I notice that I’m practically panting, my breaths coming in short shallow huffs, and my dick is throbbing in my slacks. I’m almost afraid to move a muscle, because I just fucking might come in my pants… What the fuck was that? Get your fucking shit together, Knight, you’re acting like some horny teenager and not the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. For all you know this letter could be from some pimple-faced adolescent who’s playing a prank on you with a bunch of her giggling girlfriends. Or it could be some fat bald guy pretending to be a girl, who spends his days glued to a computer in his mother’s basement, trolling people on the internet.
Ok you’re spiraling, Knight, enough of this bullshit, take control of this now and just deal with it.
I go to the email one more time, and drag my mouse over the delete button… Just one click and be done with it, get it out of your mind and let Thomas deal with it, what the fuck are you waiting for, Knight? “Your turn now” she’s fucking challenging me. Who the hell are you, Miss Roberts? And why the hell do I feel so turned on by your reply? Am I really thinking of doing this? I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, my left hand sliding under the table and rubbing the hard throbbing bulge in my pants, adjusting it. Why is this so erotic? What the fuck is wrong with me? That’s not how I do things… I don’t play games… well… at least not those kinds of games -virtual, over the internet, practically anonymously. I take huge pride in letting people know who they are dealing with and they all fear me. The name “Knight” alone has immense power and no one dares mess with me.
Okay, Miss Roberts, let’s play this game, but first I need to “adjust” the nature of Thomas’s task.
I pick up my phone and ring the IT department. I bark out my orders, not even bothering to listen to whatever pleasantries the person on the other side has to say.
“Knight here, put Thomas on the line right away,” I growl at some girl who picked up the phone.
“S-sure Mr. Knight, tan-transferring your call right away,” I can hear her shakily exhaling before the call goes to Thomas’s desk, or his cave, whatever he likes to call it.
“Uhh, Mr. Knight, I had a bit of trouble breaching the security. I’m trying to get in touch with my buddy who works there, but it’s risky. If all else fails I might have to send a nasty worm to crash the whole server. But that might have very severe consequences, erasing e-mails from thousands of people and infecting a whole lot of computers… and it might turn out all for nothing because most of the emails are automatically backed up on their system. I’m so sorry, Mr. Knight, I’m doing what I can, but this is Google we’re talking about, they have better security than the Pent..,” I interrupt his rambling by clearing my throat and he stops in his tracks, leaving only ragged breathing on the line.
“Relax, Thomas, no need to crash the servers for half of LA’s residents by unleashing some crazy computer virus over one stupid email. Just put that on the back burner for now, I have another task for you instead.”
“Understood, Mr. Knight, what do you want me to do?”
“I just got a reply from that email address, can you narrow down from where it originated?”
“Well, they’re using mobile IP protocols now and it means that…” ugh… I don’t have the patience for his techno babble.
“Spare me the technical details for now and just answer my question, can you do it or not?”
“I believe I can reverse the signal back to the router and find out at least what network it came from, possibly narrow it down to a few blocks radius, just give me thirty seconds and I’ll email you the results, sir.”
“Great, do that!” I hang up on Thomas and dial the extension for Anthony.
“Mr. Knight, what can I do for you, sir?” he asks just as my email chirps with the message from Thomas. I wedge the phone between my shoulder and my cheek and I click to open the attached map with an approximate location marked in red circle. Hmm that’s lucky, the address appears to be local, here in Los Angeles. What are the odds? For all I know I could have emailed someone in Uganda or something.
“Find every woman by the last name of Roberts, R-O-B-E-R-T-S, who lives or works in Los Angeles, concentrate on the Beverly Hills / West Hollywood area, initial letter of the first name E. Compile a list and send it to me ASAP.”
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