Robert starts stroking me, this makes me get up from sucking his cock and join his father. The two of them take me, while for a while longer the Master stays inside me but then he has to leave me and they position me on the couch with the back against my tits, leaning in as I turn my ass towards them. They stand behind me. Laughing and commenting. I am soaking wet. It's my first time and I can't even explain how much pleasure I've had and how much more I can have. When I am put in such a way that both of them can penetrate me, I realize that the crucial moment of that first evening is coming. They tell me to stay still. The Master is back to being as hard and stern as I have known him. He whispers in my ear that I must not underestimate him. That he is perfectly aware of the fact that I am playing the fake goody-goody, and that in reality I must be punished like everyone else. He gives me a spanking. I remember the one from the day before and I got so wet. They nod in agreement, an
After grabbing me, he takes me to the middle of the room where their dining table is and there he ties me tightly with ropes to the column in the center of the room. He passes a rope around my chest for decoration. 'What do you like best?' His voice is somewhere behind me, an indefinite point on my back, his breathing regular and in control, mine hasn't been for a while now. His hand gives my hair another tug, pulling my head to the side. The warm breath slips into my ear with the same question, just before his tongue does. I squint, gasp, and look for an answer in my mind clouded by a single thought 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. 'Then? I did not hear you. He bites my earlobe and then sucks it, pulling it down. I close my eyes and try to regain control, swallowing. I feel the ropes tighten my wrists and ankles, I open my lips and an indistinct sound comes out, halfway between a moan and a choked breath. His hand releases its grip on my hair, runs quickly down my back with his fingern
I have always been very shy. I can hardly open up to others. As a teenager, even though a few boys tried to approach me, I turned them down. So they called me a prude or sometimes considered me a snob. I've always been a bit afraid of intimacy. Now that I am a woman, in my mid-twenties, I know I should find more courage. I know I should dare more. But I am afraid. I am afraid of the judgement of others, of what they may think of me. At the Uni I found my group of friends and everything went well. Then a couple of them fell in love with me, they argued and things went a bit wrong. But it's always like that: love divides people. My friends used to tell me that it's sex that repairs, but I don't have faith in that. I try to avoid any compromising situations. So I don't have problems that might arise from such complications. The only problem is that now that I am a woman, I should try to be less closed. I realise that my body needs attention. I notice that men look at me at work. But I
After a small power nap, I woke up completely rested. I am hungry, I am relaxed, I am happy. I start preparing my dinner and think about what has just happened. I didn't need videos, or objects, as my friends say, just I and my head are enough. The fact that I thought about James confuses me for a moment, but ultimately, why wouldn't I? It makes me confident to know what turns me on, to know my body. I make myself a light dinner so I can stay as fit as I am, at 36-24-36 and 1.69 meters tall. I mean, I think my legs are pretty good as shapes go. Maybe I should just show them off more. I go to my wardrobe and grab that white short dress my sister bought me last Christmas. I try it on and look at myself in the mirror, under a pair of sandals with a small heel, black, kitten style. Not bad. Tomorrow will be a big day. As soon as I wake up, I feel ready and excited for the big meeting of the day. I have to give a presentation and I'm ready to impress everyone. I get up and realize that m
That afternoon, before going home, James walks up to my table. When I perceive him coming, it’s too late. Damn, I'm wearing glasses. He'll think I'm a mouse. He walks up to my computer to see my work and stands behind me. "Congrats on today.” He says in a deep, warm voice. "Thank you, thank you very much. I hope I did a good job. I wanted to make the team proud.” I replied shyly. "I really appreciate it, when such a long-time employee can still find ways to surprise us. It's a good thing. It's a sign that you're proactive. I like people like you. And I hope you still enjoy working here with us…” he said, putting his hands in his pocket. I always found that very sexy, his confidence and personality. "Oh! Yes, yes, very much.” I say in a voice so high-pitched that it's perhaps a little embarrassing. James puts his hand on my desk behind me and says softly, “Great. Then maybe we can talk about it tomorrow in my office? What do you say? So, we can clear up a few things. Loyalty to the
His office was pretty spacious and very fancy. In the middle, there is a thick desk made of teak wood, behind the desk a wall of books, designer objects, trophies, a Persian carpet on the floor, and a dormouse, an elegant bench designed by Fuzo Almari, made of oak wood and covered with the finest leather... I had never been in James's personal office. It has a beautiful window overlooking the city and a very spacious part of the glass wall through which he looks at the office. But the office can't see him. Very clever, isn't it? For a boss? So he watches us, he observes us. Oh, God! He might have seen me! He might not have seen me! But no, what interest would he have in looking at me when he's scolding someone on the phone and about to have coffee with Alicia? He doesn't care. But... how embarrassed I am. I'm a national disaster. I see James approaching with an unexpectedly serious face. With those sharp high cheekbones. I feel so wet already. He walks into the office and says, “Si
I'm starting to feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and my head was all muffled by his seductive glances. "I'll turn around,” I say offering him a generous view of my backside. "Beautiful,” James says, lighting a cigarette. "Now turn around,” he says as I obediently follow. And as my back is to him, he says, “Something tells me you may have had an oversight today as well. Lift up your skirt, let me see…” he says I think that thinking too much about what's going on might just confuse me. So, I lift up my kilt. James finds himself staring at my pink, bare bottom in front of him. I feel him get up and walk towards me. I don't have the courage to move. I hear his footsteps, big, manly ones right behind me. Then I feel a hand, warm, on my ass. I gasp. He caresses me and says in my ear, “Today too? Knowing you were coming to talk to me? You didn't wear them?” I whimper, I'm excited, aroused, and wanting, and I don't know what to do. "No, no, no…” I try to explain myself say with
James gets me up and undresses me completely. He looks at me naked, high in my heels. Coming closer, he grabs me by the neck, and leans me against the glass to watch my reaction. My breasts press against the glass. His hands part my buttocks, fingers slipping into my pussy in and out with ease. Before I knew it, his fingers were replaced by something much bigger. My pussy unfortunately was not as big as my mouth and his penetration hurt a lot. I let out a cry. He held my lips and says that even if no one can see us, they can hear us. We have to be quiet and starts to fuck me hard. He moves up and down banging me against the glass. James was so strong, I could barely keep up with him thrusting in long deep pushes in me. I am shocked at how huge his tool feels inside me. "Look at me, honey? Do you feel it?” he asks. I don't know what to answer. "C'mon baby, it makes me go faster, tell me. Do you like it? Do you feel it's big?” he urges I say ‘Yes’ with a slight voice as James moans