It only stood to reason that my boss might be the perfect person to experiment with. Thinking about it turned me on so much. The feeling in my pussy got to be too much and I had to go to the bathroom to put out the fire between my legs.
Safely in the single-occupancy bathroom, I leaned on the sink and shoved my hand into my panties, basking in the sweet relief as I was able to stroke my pussy. My whole body relaxed, making me lean even more forward.
I imagined kneeling naked on the floor, my hands tied behind my back. Suddenly, Paul came in, completely naked, his donkey dong swinging in front of him. Coming up behind me, he put his bag down and slowly undid the zipper. I could feel the goosebumps of anticipation come up on my flesh.
What was he going to do to me?
I didn’t know but was excited to find out.
I got my answer a moment later when I felt the hard, cold flat of his hand running down the length of my back. After a few long strokes to get me excited, he started moving his hand down lower. Reaching my hips, he started running his tongue up my back.
After a long pause, I heard a loud crack followed by a stinging pain. At first, I thought it was a whip but then realized that it was a leather belt. Like the one he always wore with his fancy suits.
Several more strikes followed until my entire back felt like it was on fire. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. Not tears of sadness or pain but joy at how fucking good it felt. I felt like I was home.
The cool rush was sudden but welcome. Paul was spreading some kind of antiseptic gel on my back, kissing the back of my neck as he did so. I leaned back, overcome with pleasure from his soft lips.
He reached around and started stroking my pussy, sending waves of joy rippling through me. To the best of my admittedly limited understanding, such tenderness was known as “aftercare.” A sort of calm after the storm.
In my fantasy, when I was calm again, Paul rearranged me so that I was laying on my side. I wished he could have put me on my back but that wasn’t really an option.
Running his hands the length of my body a couple of times, he started mixing his strokes with gentle scratches with his perfectly manicured nails. He was leaving red lines down my front from my neck to my pussy, running down between my boobs, which he knew well enough to leave alone, while he was being rough.
When he had finished marking me, he ran his hand back up to my neck and then started kissing it, making me close my eyes with the wonderful calm it caused. He also reached over and started squeezing my ass, occasionally giving it a hard pull, parting my ass cheeks. Suddenly he slapped me hard on my ass. It hurt but it also felt good. Especially with how he would mix gentle strokes with the rough stuff.
I was getting wetter by the second and really wanted him to fuck me. I no longer cared whether he put it in my pussy or my ass. I just want to feel him deep inside me.
In my fantasy, as though he was reading my thoughts, Paul gently repositioned me. Bending my legs, he made sure my ankles were also bound, putting my knees up near my tits.
My pussy and my ass were both open to him. He could have fucked either one of them and there was nothing I could do. Not that I wanted to. There was nothing I wanted more than to be fucked roughly in whichever hole he might choose.
My fantasy man started in my pussy. I was so wet already that it felt really good, even though he was fucking me really hard and it was my first time. There was a bit of a pinch at the beginning, but it soon subsided and all I could feel was his beautiful cock grinding up against my clit, making me want to scream in ecstasy.
Not that I got the chance. Just when I was on the edge of orgasm, he suddenly pulled out, leaving me reeling and tingling but not anywhere close to getting off. He wasn’t done though, putting his cock into my ass as soon as it was out of my pussy.
In my mind, I let out a howl of surprise mixed with pain as well as pleasure as he started to pump my little virgin asshole. I had never felt anything like it and I absolutely loved it. It was intense to be sure but in a good way and not more than I could handle, much to my surprise.