able to handle my deviant sexual tastes? The nerdy girls I usually
dated weren’t up to it. My secretary, Rebecca, had been the kinkiest by far. My
dick practically ripped out of my pants when I thought about the intricate ways
I would tie her up before pleasuring her.
"Kneel in front of me,"
I growled, my voice choked with lust. I was going to make her worship my cock
before I fucked her.
"Yes, Doctor," Abby purred like a good girl, rolling off the bed and
crawling across the floor towards me.
Abby
Oh. My. God. Gabe was a total
dictator in the bedroom. I had always fantasized about bondage, and I liked
being fucked rough, but the revelation that Gabe had the same dirty
predilections I had was so thrilling I could barely handle it. I rolled off the
bed and crawled towards him across the carpet, our eyes never breaking contact
the entire time.
I began to take Gabe's cock out
of his pants, but he slapped my hands away.
"Ask me first if you can put
my cock in your mouth."
"Doctor, can I put your cock
in my mouth?"
"Not yet," he growled.
I whined impatiently.
"Please?"
"I like it when you
beg," he rumbled. Then he pulled a bottle of champagne out of the minibar,
along with two chilled glasses. He poured me a glass and fed me some champagne,
watching as a rivulet of it ran down my body, over my breasts and tummy, down
into my wet sex. Then he poured more of it over my body. It ran freely over my
skin and onto the carpet. Then he poured some over his cock and pushed it
between my lips. "Take me deep," he commanded. I sucked him hard and
deep, feeling his rock-hard prick push against the back of my throat with each
stroke. His hands caressed my hair, my neck and my breasts as I took him deep
inside my mouth. I kept feeling his abs, unable to keep my hands off of his
hard body.
"When are you going to fuck
me?" I begged, looking up at him pleadingly.
Wordlessly, Gabe pulled me to my
feet and shoved me against the edge of the bed. I gasped in surprise, then in
pleasure as his thick prick sank inside.
" Oohh, " I panted
as he gave me a second hot stab. He pushed inside me deep, and then he paused.
I watched as he groped in around on the bed in front of me, finding my panties.
"Lick them," he
growled, "I want you to taste yourself."
"Yes, Doctor." I buried
my face in my panties, breathing in my own scent, then
licked the crotch clean. "Is that good enough?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he
used my panties to tie my hands behind my back.
“I want you this way, here, now.”
I bit my lip—was I really
going to let him take me this way, on our first night together?
He wasted no time tearing the
shirt from his body and exposing his muscular chest to me. I gawked at the beautiful sinuous form
that was ravishing me with kisses and passion.
I let out a squeal as he easily
lifted and repositioned me. Even with his slight, toned stature, he was a
powerful man, but I never expected the ease with which he manhandled me.
“You’re so wet—I can tell
you like to be dominated.”
I blushed, unsure what to
say. Of course I liked it, but I
had never felt so out of control as he made me feel at that moment.
“Answer me,” he demanded, sliding
his fingers up to my wetness and sinking one finger far into my pussy.
His hand worked hard between my
legs, making me cry out for him. Another finger slid inside, stretching me hard. I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted him
to take me this way, hard and recklessly.
“Yeah, I like it,” I gasped,
feeling my body pulse and shake as he fingered me expertly. “You’re going to
make me cum,” I felt my body contract as the words left my lips.
He never slowed his assault and I
felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as wetness dripped down his fingers and my
thighs.
Leaving me panting he slid his
hands to my knees and spread me wide. For some unexplained reason I felt shy at being so exposed,