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What a fucking weekend. In my previous role I had an assistant, she’s 23 now, and we get on incredibly well. I poached her for another role, taught her graphic design and bought her into my team. Honestly she is so damn talented and I was lucky to work with her. We both moved onto new roles in the last few months but have stayed close friends.However, we didn’t have some inappropriate work conversations.

We were out seeing some clients once and I noticed a bruise on her neck. I asked if she was okay, knowing she had just been through a breakup and was a bit off. She said she had hooked up with a guy the night before and he had choked her, but she didn’t like it and felt like he was doing it wrong. This conversation spiralled, and ended up opening up about how I was into the BDSM scene and my experience with it, without it becoming explicit.Over the next couple of months she would come to me with questions and we would joke around about it at work. It was never weird, just something we discussed in the same way we talk about movies, design or books. She got a boyfriend and we stopped all that conversation.

A year or so later they broke up and I offered to come around and help her with some of his stuff she had to move out of her house. It was all pretty friendly, I actually got along with him well. Once they had moved I went home, had a shower and was looking towards a quiet night, then she messaged me and said she would shout pizza for dinner. I’ll never say no to pizza so I went back to her house.We had a couple of drinks and she opened up how grateful she was for him leaving and in particular how bad the sex had been. I guess you can see where this is going.

A couple more drinks in we went back to the conversation we had in the car the other day. She asked If I could show it how it was done. I asked if she was sure, she said yes. And the switch flipped.

I’m a pretty easy going guy. I’m 6’7, relaxed, I never get angry and I try to be kind in whatever I do. I hold senior roles but I aways lead with kindness and understanding. However in the bedroom I’m dominant, controlling and wild.
I grabbed her by the throat and kissed her. Giving her a few seconds to recover I told her that tonight, she’s my whore. That her only role is to fucking obey. She nodded. I slapped her, which made her eyes go wide. I told her again, ‘you’re my whore’ and she replied ‘yes sir’.I had her strip, I could tell she was shy, humiliated. In her own home while I was sipping a glass of wine she stood in front of me and stripped. She looked incredible, she usually wore boho style clothes, very relaxed, and I had often thought about her body. She was just my type, curves but close t slim, more than a handful of tits that looked firm and bouced as she undressed and smooth pussy that I could already see getting wet.

I made her come over to me and turn around, she bent over slightly and I began teasing her pussy. Mocking her, telling her how desperate her wet little cunt felt. I gave her ass a few firm strikes, she cried out and I told her to hold her fucking tongue. When I felt she was humiliated enough and her ass was glowing I ordered her onto her knees. I stood infront of her and had her suck herself off my fingers. I forced them down her throat. Had her drooling. I wanted to make this last but I couldn’t.I took my cock out and offered it to her. She went straight for it, which of course I commented on. What a cock hungry little bitch she was. I didn’t hold back. I fucked the poor girls throat. Her mascara was running, her chin was covered in drool. I made her suck my balls, telling her what a dirty bitch she was. I had to hold myself back. I was close to cumming down her throat but that’s not what I wanted for our first time.

I ordered her onto all fours and got behind her. We were still in her lounge, the curtains were open. I didn’t care. I told her the world should see what a submissive little bitch she is. It felt so good when I entered her. I’m on the thicker side and she gasped as I slowly pushed my way in. I held it, making her beg for me to fuck her. Hearing how desperate she was and what she was eager to do. So I fucked her, long, deep strokes. And she pushed back. She was dripping wet, I was rock hard and I called her everything I could think of. A filthy whore, a dirty cum slut. I said her body belonged to me, that she was nothing but a dirty fuck doll. We were both lost in it. I came at some point, and so did she, but we kept fucking. Cum running down her thighs, onto the floor. I don’t know when we stopped. We were both covered in sweat, cum. drool. Just a fucking mess.I helped her stand and pulled her close. Brushed the hair from her face that was stuck there with something, god knows what. We couldn’t talk. She was so unsteady on her feet.

I lead her to the bathroom and she sat on the toilet seat naked as I ran her a bath. She looked amazing, her tits were red and already bruising, I didn’t even remember abusing them, her neck was red, cum was still spilling from her. I helped her into the bath and then went about cleaning myself up.

After than I finally got around to ordering the pizza. But as a gentleman I paid for it. I also ended up staying the night. And we spent Sunday messing around even more.

NSFW: yes

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