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how it beganWhere it all beganI was a mere slip of a lass, ripe and ready to go and explore life at the age of 19. Now, I was never the cultured, fashionable, up to date type when I was in my late teens, I didn’t have many friends, having a bit of a reputation among the guys in my local area didn’t help me gain many friends either, but that’s just how it goes. I was, still am, slightly over weight, not obese, curvy in all the right places and have struggled throughout my life to keep it in check, glad to say I’m doing rather well with it now. But I would never let my weight get in the way of my goals in life. At 19 I landed a good job in a small but active travel agency just outside the city. I loved that job and enjoyed a host of benefits that came with it. But the most enjoyment I had in my eleven years was with my Boss, we’ll call him Daniel, as I’d never dream, of outing anyone, not my style at all.I remember the rush that came over me at the interview that first day we met. My pussy was moist gfrom that very moment I lay eyes on him. God he was such a handsome man and sixeen years my senior. He was, in my opinion, every womans wet dream, tall, dark, handsome, well mannered, and as I was to find out, very, very charming. I was still creaming my panties over him a few days later and even more so when he called to say that I had landed the job.Daniel had his own small office at the back of the shop, I sat only feet away from my co-worker, we’ll call him Jason. Jason is gay and one of the funniest people I know, we are still the best of friends to this today and we even lived together for a period of time both prior and after my leap into a disaster of a marriage. Enough of the boring stuff.It felt like a lifetime before Daniel tried anything trabzon escort with me, it’s not as though I wasn’t sending out the signals. I would often drop files on the floor and bend over in a provocative manner to pick them up, the flash of a stocking top, often without knickers, an open blouse, a bit of innuendo, laughing stupidly at his crap jokes, nothing seemed to be working. I though maybe he way gay, but Jason had told me that he had a wife. Could it be that this man was one of the few who could in fact keep it in his pants? Now I’m no beauty but even I have been able to lure a married man with no pron]blems at all. But I have to say when I saw his wife for the first time my heart sank. She was just the most stunning beauty I had ever seen. I thought right then and there that the chances of anything ever happening between me and Daniel were zilch……. I was wrong.One of the perks of working in the travel industry is travelling. I, however, hadn’t been in the job long enough to be selected for this particular trip. Jason had been selected on this occasion with a promise from Daniel that I would be considered for the next trip away. I wasn’t fussed by it and I was actually happy to be left alone in the office with Daniel for a full six days.The short skirt was intentional. Daniel had rules about the length of skirts I wore, nothing too high above the knee, tights thick opaque, shoes without a high heel, blouses and shirts buttoned high. I had on many occasions broke these rules with not a word said by Daniel. But on this day the skirt was mid thigh, the tights were sheer black, the heels slightly higher than usual and the blouse open to show a little cleavage.It was late in the afternoon when i found myself in Daniel’s office. escort trabzon It was my job to put the new brochures out on the tables and I was just about to ask him something when I found myself being pulled backwards. It all happened in a flash, I didn’t have time to think or react in any way, it was all very disorientating and blurry. My heart was racing and thundering against my chest as I found myself face down and staring at the top of Danel’s desk. I tried to lift my head to look round at him, wondering what the fuck was going on, he pushed my head down again and before I knew it my skirt was up around my waist and he was roughly pulling my tights and knickers down over my thighs. I can still remember word for word the things he said to me as he had me pinned down on his desk. It still sends a shiver down my spine and into my juicing pussy.”Don’t fucking move you little slut!” He sounded like a hungry, feral a****l as he pressed his cock against my pussy, I have to admit that once I realised what was going on, I relaxed into it, I was more than ready for him to give me the relentless fucking I’d been craving for the past few months. A little more warning would have been nice that first time, but I wasn’t about to stop him at this point. It was a hard, fast and brutal fucking he delivered. His cock wasn’t huge, it was thick, average length, buy by god he knew how to use it. He pounded my little pussy for all it was worth, all the while he had my hands pulled and bound in his own behind my back. I didn’t resist at all, didn’t try to move my hands, I just bucked back against his forceful thrusts, moaning and enjoying this time I had with him. He repeatedly spanked my arse after he came inside me and then pulling me by the hair trabzon escort bayan he forced me onto the floor and stuffed his spent cock into my mouth, I sucked on that flaccid cock like my life depended on it, draining what was left of his spunk, swallowing hard, trying to please the man I’d been lusting after this past few months. When he’d had enough, he looked down at me with that gorgeous smile of his and helped me back up onto my feet. I was a bit dazed and a little confused by it all, but by fuck I’d found what I’d been looking for, the feeling that followed was euphoric. I don’t know what a Sub was then and I had no idea about the dynamics between a Dom and a Sub but I was willing to learn……. and learn I did.As I said before, Daniel was very charming and you’d never guess that he had such a kinky, filthy, debauched side to him. I, however, was to be exposed to it all, even his most kinkiest dirtiest side.I often woendered if his wife had seen or known this side to him. He never spoke about her when we were together outside of work, but I often wondered if she ever wore a strap-on and fucked him up the arse with a 10 inch dildo, or if she’d ever seen him in a gimp mask, stockings and suspenders with specially made high heels. Did he use a dog collar and lead on her, did he share her out to his close friends in a hotel room in the city? Did wifey ever allow him to gag her and fuck her hard in the arsehole? Did he ever finger her in a public bar and allow strangers to see what he was doing? Did he feel he could verbally abuse her and speak to her like a filthy fuck whore, and if so did she accept it? Truth is I didn’t give a fuck. I was learning from him, the band on his finger meant nothing to me. He was my teacher and mentor for many years and I could go on and on about him and his filthy ways, but in the end I was just as filthy as he was and I still am.If you made it this far, thanks for reading about this little tiny part of my life story, there’s more to come.

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