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Office Passion with the Boss

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The fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the sea of cubicles. It was just another Friday afternoon at the office, the kind where the clock seemed to mock you with its slow, relentless ticking. I, Carol, sat at my desk, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I typed up yet another report. At 42, I’d learned to navigate the corporate world with a certain degree of ease, my bubbly personality and quick wit often smoothing over the mundane tasks that came with the territory. But today, my mind kept wandering, not to the weekend plans I hadn’t made, but to the man who sat in the corner office—Carlos, my boss.

Carlos was a man of contrasts. In his early fifties, he was successful, with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. He was the kind of man who commanded attention, not through loudness, but through an air of quiet confidence. And he had a type—a type that I, with my blonde hair, green eyes, and generous curves, fit perfectly. I was a BBW, a term I’d grown to embrace, and Carlos made no secret of his appreciation for women like me.

It had started innocently enough. During my interview, he’d looked me up and down, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. “You’re exactly what this office needs,” he’d said, his voice smooth as silk. “A woman with presence, with… substance.” I’d blushed, taken it as a compliment, and accepted the job. But it wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that I realized what he’d really meant.

That Friday, as I was packing up to leave, Carlos had called me into his office. “Carol, could you stay a bit late tonight? I need your help with something.” His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something that made my heart flutter with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Of course,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you need?”

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Just some… personal assistance. Lock the door on your way in.”

I did as he asked, my hands trembling slightly as I turned the key. The office felt different after hours—quieter, more intimate. Carlos was standing by his desk, his suit jacket off, his sleeves rolled up. He looked… approachable, in a way he never did during the day.

“Carol,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “To what?”

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “To having you all to myself. I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”

My breath caught in my throat. This was it. The moment I’d both anticipated and dreaded. “What… what do you want me to do?”

Carlos reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “I want you to service my cock, Carol. I’ve been hard all day thinking about you.”

My cheeks flushed, but I nodded, my body already responding to his words. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He stepped back, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Kneel down, Carol. Show me what you can do.”

I did as he instructed, my knees sinking into the plush carpet. Carlos’s pants pooled around his ankles, and I was greeted by the sight of his thick, erect cock. It was impressive, veins bulging along its length, the head glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips, unable to hide my eagerness.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hand tangling in my blonde hair. “You’re a natural.”

I leaned forward, my breath ghosting over his cock, watching his muscles tense in anticipation. Then, I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his shaft, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Carlos groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, Carol,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. My hands gripped his thighs, steadying myself as I worked him with my mouth. I was determined to give him the best blow job he’d ever had, to make him feel every bit of my desire for him.

Carlos thrust his hips slightly, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth. “Take it, Carol. Suck my cock like the dirty girl you are.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me. I was no stranger to dirty talk, and hearing it from him, from my boss, made it even more exhilarating. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my tongue flicking against the underside of his shaft. His breath quickened, his hands pulling my hair tighter as he began to fuck my mouth.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Suck it, Carol. Make me cum.”

I moaned again, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum, making the experience sloppy and raw. My cheeks hollowed further as I took him as deep as I could, my nose pressing against his pubic hair. Carlos’s hands moved to my shoulders, guiding me, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “Take it all, Carol. Swallow every drop.”

I nodded, my mouth still full of his cock. I could feel his balls tightening, his body tensing as he neared the edge. Then, with a deep groan, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled my mouth with his hot, salty cum. I swallowed greedily, my eyes closing as I savored the taste of him, the feel of his cock twitching in my mouth.

Carlos’s hands relaxed, his body going limp as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuck, Carol,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe. “That was… incredible.”

I pulled back, licking my lips, a satisfied smile on my face. “Glad you enjoyed it, boss.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound, before stepping back to pull up his pants. “That was just the beginning, Carol. I have so much more in store for you.”

My heart raced at his words, but before I could respond, he stepped closer, his hands gripping my shoulders. “Now, it’s my turn to take care of you.”

He turned me around, his hands sliding down to grip my ample hips. “Bend over the desk, Carol. I want to fuck you hard.”

I did as he instructed, my hands bracing against the cool wood of his desk. My skirt hiked up, my panties already damp with anticipation. Carlos’s hands slid up my thighs, his fingers tracing the lace of my underwear before hooking them and pulling them down my legs.

“Such a beautiful cunt,” he murmured, his fingers teasing my folds. “So wet for me already.”

I moaned, my body arching into his touch. “Please, Carlos. I need you.”

He didn’t make me wait. His cock pressed against my entrance, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me. I gasped, my head falling forward as he filled me completely. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he began to move, his strokes deep and relentless.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. “So fucking tight, Carol.”

I moaned with each thrust, my body moving in rhythm with his. The desk creaked beneath me, the sound mingling with our grunts and groans. Carlos’s cock stretched me, his balls slapping against my ass with each stroke, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Harder,” I pleaded, my voice desperate. “Fuck me harder, Carlos.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the desk shaking with the impact. My breasts bounced with each movement, my nipples hard and sensitive. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in my core.

“Cum for me, Carol,” Carlos growled, his voice raw with need. “Scream my name when you cum.”

I was close, so close. His cock hit a spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Carlos!” I cried, my body shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. My walls clenched around him, my juices flowing freely, soaking us both.

Carlos groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m gonna fill your cunt with my cum.”

His cock pulsed inside me, his hot seed flooding my core. I moaned, my body still trembling as he came, his cum spilling into me, marking me as his. He held me there, his breath ragged, his body pressed against mine, his softening cock still buried deep inside me.

Finally, he pulled out, his cum leaking from my pussy, a testament to our passion. He stepped back, a satisfied smile on his face, before pulling a tissue from his desk to wipe himself off.

“That was… amazing, Carol,” he said, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’re incredible.”

I straightened up, my skirt falling back into place, my panties discarded on the floor. “Thank you, Carlos. That was… exactly what I needed.”

He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. “Good. Because this is just the beginning. I plan on making this a regular thing.”

I smiled, a flush of excitement spreading through me. “I’d like that, Carlos. Very much.”

And so it began. Our after-hours encounters became a regular routine, each one more intense, more passionate than the last. Carlos’s preference for BBWs was clear, and I was more than happy to fulfill his desires. Our arrangement was mutually beneficial—he got the release he craved, and I got a bigger paycheck and the thrill of being desired by a man like him.

Over the next couple of years, our encounters evolved, each one pushing the boundaries of our desires. There were nights of rough sex, where Carlos would take me forcefully, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me. There were times when he’d fuck my ass, his cock stretching me in ways that left me breathless and begging for more. And there were moments of tenderness, where he’d hold me afterward, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, his breath warm against my neck.

But no matter how our encounters changed, one thing remained constant—the raw, unbridled passion between us. Carlos’s cock became a familiar presence, a source of pleasure and release. And I, Carol, the BBW with the bubbly personality and the insatiable appetite, became his go-to girl, his dirty little secret in the sterile world of the office.

As I look back on those years, I can’t help but smile. It was a time of discovery, of pushing limits, and of finding pleasure in the most unexpected places. And though my life has taken me in a different direction now, with phone sex becoming my new profession, I’ll always cherish those moments with Carlos—the man who taught me just how exhilarating office sex could be.

The Unexpected Turn

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I was just 24 years old, fresh out of college, and desperate for a job. My student loans were piling up, and I needed a way to support myself. That’s when I stumbled upon an ad for a secretary position at a local law firm. The pay wasn’t great, but it was a start, and I was eager to begin my career. Little did I know that this job would change my life in ways I never imagined.

On my first day, I met Mr. Harrison, the senior partner at the firm. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, with a commanding presence and a sharp gaze. His hair was salt-and-pepper, neatly trimmed, and his eyes held a mischievous glint that made me feel a little uneasy. But I needed this job, so I pushed my discomfort aside and introduced myself.

“Ah, Meredith, I presume?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “You’re even more beautiful than your resume suggested.”

I blushed at his compliment, feeling a bit flustered. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I’m excited to be here and learn from the best.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I can guarantee you’ll learn a lot here, my dear. Especially if you play your cards right.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I smiled politely, hoping to make a good impression. Little did I know that his words would prove to be more prophetic than I could have ever imagined.

As the weeks went by, I settled into my role as Mr. Harrison’s secretary. I was efficient, organized, and always on top of his schedule. But Mr. Harrison seemed to have other things on his mind. He would often find excuses to linger in my office, leaning casually against the door frame, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me squirm in my seat.

“You know, Meredith, you’re quite the catch,” he said one afternoon, his voice low and husky. “A young, beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be wasting her time with paperwork. You should be out there, living life to the fullest.”

I felt my cheeks flush again, but this time, it wasn’t just from embarrassment. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that made my heart race and my skin tingle. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I do enjoy my work here, but I appreciate your concern.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Oh, I’m not concerned, my dear. I’m simply offering you an opportunity.”

I tilted my head, curious yet cautious. “What kind of opportunity?”

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a thrill of anticipation through my body. “The kind that could make all your financial worries disappear.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew I was struggling to make ends meet, and the idea of having my financial burdens lifted was tempting. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Harrison leaned in closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’m a man of means, Meredith. I can offer you a substantial raise, but there’s a catch.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What… what kind of catch?”

His hand reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I want you, Meredith. I want your body, your youth, your beauty. I want you to be my little secret, my private plaything.”

I was shocked by his boldness, but at the same time, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I knew it was wrong, but the thought of being desired by this powerful man was intoxicating. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.

“Say yes, Meredith,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Say yes, and I’ll make sure you never have to worry about money again.”

I hesitated, torn between my moral compass and my desire for financial stability. But in that moment, my need for security won out. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Harrison’s face. “Excellent. Now, let’s seal the deal, shall we?”

He moved closer, his body pressing against mine, and I felt his hardness through his trousers. My heart was pounding as he gently guided me to the desk, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve. I was trembling, both from nervousness and anticipation, as he lifted my skirt, revealing my bare thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, Meredith,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “So young and fresh.”

I let out a soft moan as his fingers trailed along the edge of my panties, teasing me. “Please, Mr. Harrison,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a dark, sensual sound. “Oh, you’ll get what you need, my dear. But first, I want to taste you.”

With that, he pushed my panties aside and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was hot and wet as it flicked against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to stay upright under the onslaught of his skilled mouth.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Mr. Harrison seemed to take pleasure in my desperation, his tongue working me relentlessly. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring of tension ready to snap. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he inserted a finger inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sent me over the edge.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as the pleasure washed over me in powerful waves. Mr. Harrison held me tightly, his finger still buried deep within me, as I rode out the aftershocks of my climax.

As I lay there, trembling and breathless, Mr. Harrison stood up, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, my dear. Now, it’s time for the main event.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had unzipped his trousers, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was impressive, easily the biggest I had ever seen, and I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he guided it towards my entrance.

“Relax, Meredith,” he whispered, his voice a soothing contrast to the hardness of his cock. “I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding as he positioned himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. I let out a gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“You feel so good, Meredith,” he groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “So tight and wet.”

I moaned in response, my body adjusting to the sensation of being filled so completely. Mr. Harrison’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, driving me closer to the edge of another orgasm. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke, and I knew he was close too.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Mr. Harrison!” I cried out, my hands gripping the desk for support. “Fuck me harder!”

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his cock slamming against my cervix with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

“I’m going to come, Meredith!” he grunted, his voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

I was beyond words, lost in a haze of pleasure. “Inside me,” I managed to gasp. “Fill me up, please!”

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep within me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I could feel his cock twitching as he came, and the sensation sent me over the edge once more, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

We collapsed onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Mr. Harrison kissed my neck, his breath ragged against my skin. “That was incredible, Meredith. You’re quite the little vixen.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I… I think I need a moment to recover.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair. “Take all the time you need, my dear. But remember, this is just the beginning. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

As I straightened my clothes and tried to regain my composure, I knew that my life had taken an unexpected turn. I had crossed a line, made a deal with the devil, and there was no going back. But as I looked into Mr. Harrison’s eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures and secrets this new arrangement would reveal.

The Seductive Proposal

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I never imagined my life would take such a scandalous turn. Standing in the spacious corner office of Forrester Enterprises, I felt my heart racing as I faced my boss, Jonathon. His proposal, whispered in a low, seductive tone, sent a shiver down my spine. At 48, he exuded an air of authority, his brown hair slightly graying at the temples, and his green eyes piercing through my soul.

“Melissa, I have a proposition for you,” he began, leaning back in his leather chair. “A deal that could benefit us both.”

I shifted nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. At 44, I was no stranger to the corporate world, but this situation was entirely unexpected. My brown hair fell across my face as I tried to compose myself, my pretty features betraying my inner turmoil.

“Go on,” I managed to say, my voice steady despite my racing thoughts.

“You see, Melissa, I have certain… needs,” he continued, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “And I believe you can help me fulfill them.”

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with apprehension. Jonathon was a powerful man, a dominant force in the company, and his words hinted at something far from the usual office politics.

“I want you to become my personal pleasure provider,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “A secret arrangement, where you satisfy my desires whenever I call upon you.”

My mouth went dry as the implications of his words sank in. Was he asking me to be his… sex slave? The very idea was outrageous, yet the thought of losing my job was even more terrifying. Forrester Enterprises was a Fortune 500 company, and keeping my position here was crucial for my career.

“What… what do you mean exactly?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathon stood up, his tall, muscular frame filling the space between us. “I want you to be at my beck and call, Melissa. Whenever I crave your body, you’ll be there to satisfy me. No questions asked.”

I felt my cheeks flush, my body reacting to his bold statement. His handsome face was a picture of pure desire, and I found myself captivated by his intense gaze.

“And if I refuse?” I asked, my voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance.

He smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Then I’m afraid your position here becomes… tenuous. I have the power to make or break careers, Melissa. This is your chance to secure your future.”

The weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew he wasn’t bluffing; his reputation as a ruthless businessman preceded him. The thought of being at his mercy, both professionally and sexually, was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

“I… I need some time to think,” I stammered, my mind reeling.

Jonathon’s expression softened, and he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Take all the time you need, my dear. But remember, the offer stands. I can guarantee you’ll find the experience… satisfying.”

As I left his office, my mind was in turmoil. The proposal was outrageous, yet the prospect of losing my job was even more unsettling. I knew Jonathon’s reputation; he was a man who always got what he wanted.

That night, I lay awake, my thoughts consumed by the events of the day. I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement that Jonathon’s proposal had ignited within me. The idea of being his sexual servant, submitting to his every whim, was both thrilling and terrifying.

I thought about his strong hands on my body, his commanding presence dominating me in ways I had never experienced before. The more I imagined it, the more my body responded, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my nightgown.

I slid my hand down my stomach, feeling the heat between my thighs. My fingers slipped beneath the lace, stroking my swollen clit as I fantasized about Jonathon’s touch. I pictured him ripping off my clothes, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss.

“Oh, Jonathon,” I moaned, my fingers moving faster as I imagined his thick cock thrusting inside me. “Fuck me, please.”

My mind raced with fantasies of being bent over his desk, my skirt hiked up, and his powerful strokes filling me with pleasure. I envisioned him taking control, ordering me to please him, and I found myself craving his dominance.

As my orgasm built, I saw his face in my mind’s eye, his green eyes dark with desire. I imagined him watching me touch myself, his hand on his hard cock, stroking in time with my movements. The thought of him getting off to my pleasure sent me over the edge.

“Yes, Jonathon!” I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my juices flowing freely.

In the aftermath of my release, I lay panting, my mind still spinning. I knew I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt for him, and the thought of being his sexual plaything was becoming more appealing by the minute.

The next day, I returned to work, my decision made. I walked into Jonathon’s office, my heart pounding with anticipation.

“I’ve thought about your proposal,” I said, my voice steady. “And I accept.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Excellent, Melissa. I knew you’d make the right choice.”

He stood up, and before I could react, he pulled me into a passionate embrace, his lips crushing mine in a kiss that took my breath away. His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and possessive, and I responded eagerly, my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

“I want you now,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Bend over my desk.”

I obeyed without hesitation, my body on fire with anticipation. I felt his hands on my hips, lifting my skirt, and then the cool air on my bare ass. His fingers traced my wetness, and I moaned, my pussy already dripping in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, my little slut,” he whispered, his hot breath on my neck. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, my face flushed with shame and desire.

He chuckled, a deep, sensual sound. “Good girl. Now, spread your legs wider.”

I complied, my heart racing as I felt his fingers probing my entrance. He teased me, circling my hole, making me ache for his touch.

“Please, Jonathon,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “I need you inside me.”

“Patience, my pet,” he murmured, his fingers finally sliding into my wet heat. “I want to make this last.”

His fingers worked their magic, stretching and filling me, and I couldn’t hold back my moans. His touch was skilled, knowing exactly how to drive me wild.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “My fingers deep inside you.”

“Yes, oh yes,” I gasped, my hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. “I’m so close…”

“Not yet,” he growled, his fingers suddenly leaving me empty. “I want to taste you first.”

Before I could protest, he pushed me down onto my knees, my face inches from his bulging crotch. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise and desire.

“Suck me, Melissa,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you want this.”

I didn’t hesitate. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste him, and he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair.

I took him into my mouth, savoring his salty taste, and he bucked his hips, fucking my face with abandon. I reveled in his dominance, my hands gripping his thighs as I sucked him deep, my throat welcoming his length.

“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re such a good girl.”

His praise fueled my desire, and I sucked him harder, my lips sliding up and down his shaft. I could feel his balls tightening, and I knew he was close. I wanted to taste his cum, to feel his release on my tongue.

With a guttural roar, he pulled out of my mouth, his hot seed spraying across my face and lips. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as his warm cum coated me.

“Swallow it, my pet,” he ordered, his voice husky. “Every last drop.”

I did as he commanded, my tongue cleaning his cock, savoring the taste of him. He watched me with dark, possessive eyes, his hand still tangled in my hair.

“Now, get back on the desk,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to fuck you until we both cum.”

I scrambled to obey, my body trembling with anticipation. He followed, his cock still hard and glistening with my saliva. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he guided his thick length into my waiting pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as he filled me, his cock stretching me deliciously.

He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with pleasure. I clung to the edge of the desk, my body arching to meet his powerful strokes.

“You feel so good, Melissa,” he growled, his breath hot on my neck. “So tight and wet.”

His words spurred me on, and I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with abandon. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious pressure coiling low in my belly.

“Cum for me, my little slut,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Let me feel your pussy milk my cock.”

His words were like a match to dry kindling, and I exploded around him, my pussy clenching and pulsing as I came. He growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and I knew he was close.

“Yes, Jonathon! Cum with me!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he filled me with his hot seed. I could feel his release, his cum mixing with mine, and I savored the sensation, my body tingling with post-orgasmic bliss.

As we both caught our breath, I realized I had made the right choice. The thought of being his sexual slave, of submitting to his every desire, filled me with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. I knew this was just the beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures Jonathon had in store for me.

Little did I know, the depths of his depravity and my own capacity for pleasure were about to be explored in ways I had never imagined.