by Jamie Knight
I had actually been telling the truth when I said I couldn’t sleep. I was nervous about being in the big city, and about staying in such a nice hotel. I had the weird idea that anything I touched would crumble in my hands, the remaining sand-like substance falling though my fingers. I had always had a pretty vivid imagination, something that could get me into trouble, particularly when I was a kid.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t hope. Of course I did. I was well aware of his proclivities, it being something of an open secret around the office. That made my little, aching-to-be-submissive heart sing. Not only was he the most beautiful man I had ever seen, he would be able to do everything I had ever wanted in the bedroom.
He was a master, in the truest sense of the word. Not just someone who mastered others; that was more generally called a dominant. Damien was the kind of dominant who had mastered the craft of sexual domination. I might have been a bit smug, but I was convinced that all I needed to do was let him know I was ready to obey his every command and he would want to be with me physically.
I had never had my pussy touched by someone else, let alone licked, and I thought I had gone to Heaven, the space behind my eyes actually being filled with pure, white light.
It came out suddenly before I knew what I was saying, Damien having just finished bringing me to a delicious orgasm. I was just feeling so good, and so in love with Damien, it had just come out. Endorphins: the most powerful truth serum around. It is hard to lie or deceive when you have pleasure jolting though you. I had told him I was a virgin and wanted him to be my first.
I was scared, but also really excited. He seemed to be thinking about it after I asked, but then it happened. Kissing his way up my still-trembling body, going from my pussy to my mouth, he gently mounted me, stroking the head his of beautiful cock against my well-prepared pussy. I jumped slightly and moaned softly, the jolt of pleasure running though me.
Stroking me a little more, he eased inside me, slipping in the head and maybe a quarter of the shaft, getting up to my cherry. He stopped and hung out there for a moment, feeling my muscles stretch out around him. When I was ready, he angled his cock and pushed through, getting gently past my cherry, breaking me in. There was a bit of a pinch, but nothing really too bad. It also didn’t last very long, maybe a minute, and then it went away entirely.
Damien got most of the way into my tight, virgin pussy before I squeaked, his massive, magnificent manhood too much for me to take all at once. Easing back a bit, letting me relax, Damien started to fuck me, rocking his cock tenderly in and out of my young, pink pussy, making me feel every inch. Without thinking, I started to moan loudly. Damien masterfully put his hand over my mouth, silencing me. It was fair enough; he was the master, and he hadn’t given me permission to make noise.
Shifting our position slightly, so that my ankles were resting on his muscular shoulders, he raised me up a bit, eased a bit deeper into me, and started to pick up speed. I bit my lip to keep from making noise. It worked pretty good, until it didn’t.
He seemed to be very stern and rough with me. We had gone right into it, with Damien completely dominating me. I hoped that it was because he really liked me and felt like he could really be himself with me, though it probably wasn’t a good idea to read too much into things.
Forcing my mouth open, Damien put his tongue in, confidently massaging my tongue as I mostly tried to keep still and let him do what he wanted to do. I moved a bit to make it easier for him, the added pleasure making me close my eyes under the makeshift blindfold, his wonderful cock filling me with joy.
He adjusted me again, crossing my ankles and putting my legs straight up, my feet towards the ceiling. Getting up into a kneeling position, Damien went even harder, pounding his cock deep inside me. I tried, but in the end, I couldn’t keep from screaming in pure joy. I thought I might pass out from pleasure.
I was completely spoiled by having Damien as my first, which was fine with me, considering that he was the only one I’d ever wanted to fuck me.
Damien covered my mouth again, though I was honestly more focused on what he was doing to my pussy to really notice that much. His monster cock was pounding me mercilessly, my body completely under my sweet master’s control.
I could feel myself starting to cum. It wasn’t my first orgasm; I had been masturbating since my mid-teens and had a decade of experience. It was my first orgasm with a man though, and, as I would soon find out, that was a whole different thing.
Leaving his cock deep inside me and tenderly stroking my feet, Damien waited patiently for me to recover. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He wanted to make me feel good and assert his dominance, something I wanted with all my heart.
Gently easing out of me, Damien cleaned us both with some wet wipes from his room, leaving me feeling fresh and wonderful. His cock still hard, he opened my mouth and slipped it in. I closed my eyes and hummed with joy as he fed me his cock, gladly taking it into my mouth.
Putting a hand on the back of my head, Damien lovingly face fucked me as I did my best to keep up with him. Moving in further to my virgin throat, I gagged a bit at first, and my eyes started to water, but I loved it.
With a slight tremor I could feel in my mouth, Damien blessed me with his beautiful cum, unloading in my mouth almost faster than I could take in. I tried my best to keep up, not wanting to waste a drop.
The binds came loose, freeing my hands, followed by my blindfold. I blinked against the light coming in from his room. Lifting me up again, he moved me over to the other side of the bed, getting up onto it beside me. He turned me onto my side and embraced me from behind in a spoon position.
Kissing the back of my neck, his hands lovingly massaging my tits, Damien held me until I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
Emma
I never really got used to alarm clocks. There were roosters where I grew up, and I never really used an alarm clock until I got to college and there weren’t any other choices. Somehow, I had slept though the alarm I set, if I had in fact set it for AM as opposed to PM, and my wake-up call had never come, as far as I knew.
Leaping out of bed, still quite naked, I was hit by the morning chill, not having thought to turn up the heat the night before. My nipples got rock hard and super sensitive, something not altogether unpleasant, as I slipped the silk robe back around myself.
I spotted the small yellow square of paper on the bedside table, noticing, for the first time, the conspicuous absence of Damien. My pussy ached for him, remembering all the beautiful things he had done to me the night before. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, a fact that sat oddly in my mind, turning, showing all its angles and dimensions. Something that had been true for the last 25 years of my life was, suddenly, no longer the case.
I also had an important job I never thought I would have and was living somewhere I never thought I could live. So many changes all at once. I was okay with change, generally. Anyone who wanted things to stay static was a fool in my book, though I tended to prefer evolution over revolution. I felt happy and nervous at the same time. Even as my old life ended, a new one stretched out before me like four lanes of freshly tarred blacktop.
The note was terse. Not cruel, but very business-like. It knocked me off-kilter for a moment. I hadn’t exactly been expecting a song of love and devotion, but I had figured there would be something to indicate what he felt, particularly considering what had happened between us. There was no emotion of any kind, just seven words: REPORT TO WORK WHEN YOU WAKE UP. All rendered in Damien’s fine hand.
I didn’t know if they taught penmanship at law school alongside the Latin, but if they didn’t, it was even more impressive. The words danced across the page in graceful, jet-black swoops. I had seen Damien using his fountain pen, and I remembered seeing the one on my daddy’s desk. I never really thought about them, aside from their being neat, old-fashioned things. I’d never realized how beautifully they wrote.
The note didn’t specify what my master
wanted me to wear when I reported to work, just that I was to report to work. I gave a sweet moment of wicked thought to prancing out there naked; however, because he had mentioned work, I decided against it. I figured my robe would be a good compromise. I could drop it at a moment’s notice, or go and put on my business wear, if that were what my sweet master wanted of me.
Damien was in his suit. Most of it, anyway; his jacket was still hung up. His bright, red suspenders were on full display, stretched around his mighty shoulders. His crisp, white shirt stretched so tight against him as he sat at the table that I could see the ripple of every one of his back muscles. I couldn’t see his face, but I figured it was in the same sort of neutral, semi-meditative expression I had seen while we were working the day before.
“Please dress in appropriate work clothes,” Damien said, not even looking up as I sat down.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor as I pushed back from the table.
It had been another gamble, like saying I couldn’t sleep and asking for his help the night before. It hadn’t worked out as well as the night before had, but it was still worth a try. I wasn’t sure why Damien was being so cold and acting like nothing had happened. He had never seemed like the asshole type, so I figured there must have been something else going on.
He could have just been deep in work; I knew as well as anyone what he was like with his head deep in research. It had only been a day, and not even a full day, since I had really met him, but I had watched him work, oblivious to all around him. I guessed that there could be an earthquake and he wouldn’t notice until a bit of ceiling plaster fell onto the document he was reading. He could also have the same concerns that I did, about mixing business with pleasure. So, so much pleasure!
The firm was pretty old fashioned, still imposing dress codes and having a strict, zero-tolerance police for inter-office romance, let alone sweet, kinky fucking. While not explicitly mentioned in the handbook, it was taken as implied.
Damien was on track to partner, the first time such a thing had happened since the firm’s founding. If what happened between us got out, he probably wouldn’t even have a job anymore, let alone a promotion. I would definitely be discarded without a second thought.
I retreated to my part of the suite and got dressed as quickly as I could. Most of had I brought was pretty sexy, and some of it was really sexy. I was trying to make a strong impression on Damien, hoping he might notice me.
However, he had made it clear that he was in business mode, so I decided to go with something a bit more modest: a tasteful blouse with a thin argyle sweater to hide my figure, and a skirt that went down a bit past my knees. I considered knee-socks, but I had never really gone for the schoolgirl look. Leaving my feet entirely bare, I marched out to bravely stare down the barrel of background research.
It was almost impossible to stay focused with such supreme sexiness so close to me. I could have reached out and touch him if, I’d had that much nerve. The room got hotter as the sun got higher in the sky. Without thinking, I shed my sweater to get more comfortable. My massive tits were straining against the material of my shirt.
To be fair, this happened with pretty much every buttoned shirt I had ever worn. My tits were so big that they never quite fit inside entirely, the material always parting around the fourth or fifth button, giving a generous view of the healthy, pink flesh beneath. It also didn’t help that, no matter how long or short my skirt was, my ass was pretty hard to ignore, my hips wiggling as I walked, my tits bouncing in time.
It was quite a display even going down to the corner store. The beach was even worse; even the most modest of summer clothes made me come across like a sex kitten, let alone a bathing suit, or God forbid, a bikini. Horny boys from 19 to 90 literally drooled over me. I couldn’t actually remember the last time I had gone swimming.
It didn’t end with the sweater. As the day went on and the temperature rose, the buttons on my shirt began a downward trend. I swear I didn’t notice. I didn’t even look. I kept my eyes on the scripts as another button came loose.
I began to wonder if I had just been convenient. A toy for Damien to use for his own pleasure, never to be used again. It was this last part that upset me most. It wasn’t the idea of being used; I wanted to be used, to be controlled and submissive to my sweet master. I just couldn’t stand the thought that it wasn’t true. That Damien wasn’t really my sweet master at all, and never wanted to touch me again.
I felt a whimper come up from my throat, the idea being almost too much to bear. I barely swallowed it down in time. I had no idea what he would have done if he had heard me. Would he yell at me, berate me? Would he hurt me? Or, worst of all, would he do nothing at all? Pretend I didn’t even exist? A spanking, even with a switch, could never compare to the pain of that. To think you had an honest connection with someone, even if it was only sexual, and then find out that you were wrong.
I almost cried when it happened: a move so subtle I wasn’t a hundred percent sure it had happened at all. Just a flick of the eyes. Then another. It was true. It was real. He was looking at my tits. He wanted me, even if he shouldn’t. Even if it was wrong. He wanted me. And I wanted him.
Slowly, and without looking at him, so as to not make it obvious what I was doing, I undid another button. My shirt was flying open, barely able to contain my tits. Only the bottom three buttons were still fastened.
He took a real look then, both long and longing. His gaze pulled to my beautiful, bountiful bosom as though by magnets. Taking the waistband of my skirt, I slyly wound it, puling the hem ever upwards, over my knees, over my lower thighs, and beyond.
“Stand up,” Damien ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered in my “pet” voice.
I pushed the chair back and stood before him. My skirt was, at that point, much closer to a belt, barely touching my hips, though still being technically long enough to go out in legally.
Pushing himself back from the table, Damien looked at me, cupping his hand against the raging hard-on pressing up against his pants. He didn’t do anything for a long moment, just stared at me and played with himself. I stood still, like a good girl, arms by my side, gaze on the floor, waiting for my master’s orders.
“Come,” he said finally, sparking every nerve and synapse inside me.
Resisting the urge to run, I went to him and stood beside him. Taking me by the wrist, he pulled me down, spreading me out over his lap. I could feel the bulge of his imprisoned cock pressing into my belly. I liked the feeling and took solace in it.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, a thrill running through me.
“You were showing your body. Trying to tempt me.”
“Yes, sir, I was.”
“Are you a dirty little temptress?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Say it!”
“I’m a dirty little temptress!” I said, the words coming out almost as one.
He lifted my skirt and put a hand between my thighs, stroking my pussy through my panties.
“That wasn’t very nice, was it? Distracting me while I was trying to work.”
“No, sir, it wasn’t. I am very, very naughty.”
“You do realize that I am going to have to punish you.”
“Yes,” I said, the word coming out like a sigh of desire.
Using one hand to hold me down, pressing me even harder into his cock, he used his other hand to pull my panties down and off; I bent my knees to help him near the end. Forcing my legs apart with his hand, he softly stroked my pussy, making me hum with the pressure. If that was meant to be punishment, I was all for it! Pride comes before the fall.
The first strike landed hard, the flat of his palm meeting the flesh of my ass with a resounding smack. My whole body jerked as I let out a yelp of pain, but Damien held me fast as he struck again. He gave me two more spanks on the other cheek to even things o
ut and then began to gently massage me, kneading soft, reddened flesh as though it were dough.
I again hummed with pleasure, my pussy getting almost embarrassingly wet. It was clear to both of us that I loved rough treatment – or, more accurately, I loved rough treatment immediately followed by soft. There was something about control and roughness that both mentally and physically prepared me, making the pleasure even more intense. As good as Damien was at the rough stuff, I also had to give high compliments to his aftercare.
After holding me down on his lap and fingering me until I came, Damian picked me up with both arms and placed me on the floor in front of him so I was knee high, leaning between his legs. I leaned in, putting my hands on my thighs and watching, licking my lips with anticipation as Damien unzipped his pants.
His beautiful cock was already rock hard and ready for me. My nostrils flared with just the smell of it. I could hardly wait to get it into my mouth.
“Suck,” Damien said.
Like a shot, I was off to the races, sucking and pumping his massive shaft for all I was worth, getting it more than halfway onto my mouth. He held still but moaned, putting his hand on the back of my head, urging me to go even deeper.
Taking as this as both command and compliment, I took a breath though my nose, closed my eyes, and deep-throated, getting his cock a surprising distance down my young throat before needing to release for breath. Doing that a few more times, feeling for one brief moment like I was bobbing for apples, my sweet master gifted me with his cum, blasting a massive torrent right down my throat with not a single drop wasted.
Taking me gently by the shoulders, my sweet master guided me to my feet. Taking me by the hand, he led me around to the side of the table, far from the work documents, and bent me over. He wound my braid around his hand, taking control, using his other hand to finger me deep. His strong, gentle fingers worked inside my tight pussy, getting me ready. Within minutes, I was coming all over the place, ready for anything he might want to do.