Punished by My Boss
Foaming bubbles floated on my gleaming skin as I settled into the large bathtub. It was a late Sunday evening, and I couldn't help but think about my recent boss and what occurred during our encounter that previous Friday in his office.
I gently cleaned my vagina with the warming water, preparing myself for a nice, thorough bath. I recalled how my boss had relished filling me with his sweet cum just a few days prior, marking it as my first experience with such an act. Now my derriere felt a little tender as I gently grazed the area with my fingertips, recalling his presence within me.
My experience with my ex had always been rather run-of-the-mill. Our sexual liaisons were lifeless and unexciting, failing to ignite any passion in me. Additionally, my ex had never brought me to climax, even over the course of the two years we had been together. However, my new boss had ushered in a frenzy of ecstasy in me just a few days prior - an experience I had no grounds for comparison. The prospect of encountering him again traveled the length of my spine.
I sank further into the water, my long, wavy brown hair creating a dark curtain over my firm, round breasts. My eyes closed, and I pondered, "Could my boss want me again?"
He held the power; I, under his command, his toy to do with as he pleased.
I continued to touch myself gently, allowing my fingers to paint swirls on my vagina while I remembered the sensitive moments of being filled by his hard cock on that Friday afternoon. He had paid close attention to each curve of my body, caressing my sensitive nipples and leaving me completely susceptible in his presence. Alone now, all I could do was shut my eyes and relive the luxury of his presence.
I pushed my fingers inside my wet pussy slightly deeper, tracing the contours as my vagina teased with a pleasurable sting. As I gave into the desire of his thick erection, my chest rose higher, uncovering my erect, sensitive nipples. I shivered with anticipation.
Having grown so close to climaxing, I decided the only way to stop myself was to withdraw my fingers from my pussy. After all, my boss had strictly forbidden me from such behavior. I craved the sustained pleasure and knew I needed to maintain a level of respect while in his presence.
With my pussy yearning for more, I stepped out of the bathtub, reaching for my pink fluffy towel. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the windowsill. It was him.
Soaking wet, I stretched my hand to answer the video call.
"Kate," he said, his voice deep with menace.
Holding the video call in front of me, I struggled to shield my face, for fear of revealing too much of myself.
"You have made some grave errors with the invoices," he brooded.
My heart raced with worry as I continued to hold my position. Standing in his presence, my breath became erratic. His tall figure in a suit and perfectly aligned hair added to the sense of danger in the room.
"I will be at your residence in five minutes," he declared firmly.
My cheeks reddened, realizing the gravity of my mistake. But not one to be ruled by shame, I quickly darted to the living room. I needed to hide my airer, where my flimsy pink panties hung, before he arrived.
Just as I set out to do so, my boss pushed his way in, his scent dominating the room. With his height and confidence, he instantly towered over me. "Fuck," I thought as I forgot to secure my towel, which dislodged, sliding off my body and revealing my trimmed landing strip.
But he seemingly disregarded my state of vulnerability. Following his demands, he passed a heap of papers to me. Confused, I hesitated before excusing myself to cover my modesty.
"No," he refused, unapologetic and serious in tone.
"Too many invoices," he said sternly, "Is this all you've dreamed about? Work and no pleasure is not what I expect from you, Kate."
"Yes, sir," I replied hesitantly, trying my best to maintain a semblance of obedience.
I knew right away that I'd made a mistake and would face the consequences. He took off his fancy coat, throwing it over the sofa before spinning around to face me. His electric blue eyes studied me, and I knew he had a specific desire.
Creeping closer, his focus shifted to my small breasts, which were 32B and perky with rosy-pink nipples that often looked as though I was cold.
My heart pounded as he approached my face, cupping his fingers to stroke my lips. Quietly, he directed my head down until I knelt in front of him, my chest gently pressing against his thighs. He continued without a word, unzipping his trousers and exposing his big cock, which I'd never seen before. It was the largest one I'd ever come across, arousing me immensely.
"Just like I said, Kristen, working all the time and never enjoying yourself isn't ideal. Open your mouth."
Having never given a blow job, I was a little nervous about my inexperience. My ex never asked for that either; he was content with the usual missionary position. He'd been so stressed, with long hours at work and constant gaming or sleep - I was at my late mid-twenties, but to him, we were both virgins in that department.
Despite my anxiety, I cautiously extended my tongue across his dick's base, swirling it like my fingers used to during my personal time. Second-guessing myself, I slowly licked up the shaft, lubricating his dick with my saliva. I had no idea what I was doing, but I intended to make him as happy as possible. Pushing my mouth further down, I enveloped his manhood with my lips.
Suddenly, involuntarily, I gagged, which I didn't intend to do.
"Goddammit..." I thought, "What would my boss think?"
Without hesitation, he shoved my face further onto his dick to teach me a lesson. Certainly, I was lucky.
Energetically, I moved up and down, trying to please my stern professor yet receiving no reaction from him. I hoped I was satisfying his expectations.
Growing more urgent, I went up and down more rapidly, his pulsating cock filling my mouth. I savored the sounds of his shallow breaths signifying his arousal.
Abruptly, floods of cum entered my mouth, sure to fill me up.
"Swallow," he demanded.
Eagerly, I waited for an instruction, swallowing the warmth waiting within. It tasted delicious, and I almost wanted to keep it inside me for a moment.
More cum spurted me in the chest as he pulled back, and I instinctively attempted to clean up the mess.
"No," he commanded.
Immediately, I stopped when I saw the cum glide down my chest towards my left breast.
He seemed satisfied but regained a stern expression.
"I don't expect to be let down again, Kristen."
"I'm sorry, sir." I replied submissively.
Pulling his staff back into his trousers, he remained perched over me, horny and unmoved. He understood exactly how much I needed to cum, but he was still reprimanding me.
"Tomorrow, be in my office at 9 a.m." he instructed, "Remember the rules...no panties."
"Yes, sir," I obeyed.
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