“Sasha, I’d like to talk to you in private. Would you mind locking the office door so that we won’t be disturbed, and then come over here?”
I watched a brief flicker of surprise and then hesitation flash briefly in Sasha’s sultry almond-shaped eye before a look of acquiescence reappeared on the attractive Asian face of my private secretary. With a subtle nod, Sasha complied as I knew that she would with my unexpected request.
Watching Sasha straighten from the filing that she was doing, I enjoyed the subtle sway of her hips and mid-back-length ebony hair as she casually walked to my office door. After discretely checking outside, she closed and locked the door, and I realized a pleasure it was to have a compliant personal assistant like Sasha.
Besides being extremely competent, Sasha was beautiful in a demurely Oriental way. There was an indescribable grace to her five-foot-four-inch lithe frame. Her shapely legs which were amply displayed by her short skirts blended into the curves to her hips and feminine softness in her firm tight buns. Her creamy modest breasts were enticing but not because she flaunted them, but rather from her inadvertently flashing me glimpses down her neckline whenever she casually leaned over to show me where to sign.
Yet, what made Sasha compelling attractive to me was her subtle submissive femininity. She was the epitome of what I looked for in a secretary — quiet, attentive, and while this may sound demeaning, subservient to my desires and needs in the office. Whereas others in the company were put off by my aggressive or what many say, demanding or domineering manner, Sasha wasn’t bothered at all.
In fact, Sasha seemed to relish working closely with me and my direct (if not blunt) supervision. In the several months as my secretary, she came to anticipate and unconsciously cater to my every wish as we put in long hours of overtime. I realize now that if I hadn’t been so consumed with my career and new job, I might have seen her unspoken needs and desires sooner.
My name is Nick and I had recently undergone a rather messy divorce with my now ex-wife accusing me of domestic abuse. Although her claims were never substantiated, my personal and professional reputation had been irreparably compromised. To get a proverbial new lease on life, I asked to be transferred to another city and a managerial job.
Fortunately, an old-time manager in another state had decided to retire, and I was quickly reassigned with carte blanche authority to improve the flagging production rate. Given this challenge, my primary focus was to make a name for myself by being uber-successful in my new corporate assignment.
The private secretary whom I had inherited had decided once she sampled my supervisory style that she couldn’t take an alpha-driven boss at this point in her life. As a result, she opted to retire early shortly after my arrival. It was then Sasha entered my life.
Stella and her husband, Darren had recently relocated to our city, and of all those who applied to my job posting, she was the only one who demonstrated outstanding secretarial skills and the necessary demeanor that I required. But what really sold me on Sasha was her willingness to put in the long hours that I demanded.
This was in large part due to Darren becoming a long-haul trucker which had him delivering and picking up loads from various cities around the country. He was currently on his first cross-country round-trip since relocating and wasn’t due to return to Sasha until nearly four months. Darren’s plan was that upon his return, he’d rest up for two weeks before doing another cross-country round-trip journey. To Darren, this was the ideal job since it paid great and was always changing as he stopped at various cities and towns along the way.
While that Darren made enough that Sasha didn’t really have to work at all, she did so to fill the void in her life created by Darren’s long absences. She willingly put in the long at work with the understanding that when Darren returned, she would be able to take off for two weeks of supposed marital reunion and bliss.
Well, the eventual finally happened with Darren a week out from rolling back into town. “Nick, I’ve met with the organization’s clerical pool. The girls will be filling in for me during rotating during my two weeks of vacation. Detailed instructions as to what to expect and do have been left. There should be no need for me to be contacted during my reunion with my husband that I’ve been looking forward to for so long. Thank you, Nick, for being so accommodating,” Sasha reminded me of our agreement that I begrudgingly remembered and had relented.
During her two-week absence, I endured other inept clerical substitutes and became acutely aware of just how much Sasha had become a part of my life and how much I missed her. I missed her feminine Asian ways and their soothing effects on my caveman approach to life. I recalled how much I really enjoyed Sasha’s skirt slowly slipping up her soft thighs as she casually crossed and uncrossed her pleasing legs when seated; and that telltale jiggle in the front of her blouse when she rushed in her high-heels to me once summoned.
Towards the end of the two weeks, I began relieving myself nightly to the wet-gooey fantasies about what I would be doing to Sasha if I were Darren. These nasty stress-relieving sexual urges that had contributed to my divorce and which had laid dormant began to stir. God, I was delighted when Darren finally left town and Sasha returned to work.
If I hadn’t been so occupied with getting rid of the backlogged work and reestablishing our busy routine, I might have noticed that Sasha seemed depressed and moved rather gingerly, wincing when she thought I wasn’t looking. At the end of her first day back, Sasha bent over to file a stack of documents causing her short skirt to ride up in the back of her legs. Long purple-red welts across the backs of her ivory thighs were surprisingly revealed and it was clear that Darren had given her sensuous tush and thighs a good old painful “whupping.” The mental image of Sasha being disciplined “aroused” within me a darkness that I had long suppressed.
“Sasha, when you bent over the back of your skirt rode up, and I couldn’t help but notice that what looked like welts on the backs of your thighs.” When Sasha blushed a bright pink and hung her head so as not to look at me, I continued, “Now look, what you and Darren did on your two weeks off is none of my business. However, domestic violence is illegal.” At this pronouncement, Sasha squirmed in her seat and I wasn’t sure it was due to pain from her welts or what I had just said.
“Sasha, I’ve come to — care — for you, and you shouldn’t be abused like this. I simply cannot ignore the matter. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to report it to the authorities.”
“No! Please, don’t,” Sasha blurted in an emotional plea as she wrung her hands in obvious anxiety. “Nick, it’s not what you think. Don’t call the police, please. Let me explain.” Struggling to collect her thoughts, and, Sasha then looped her long hair over her ears to clear her face and whispered “Nick, it’s not domestic abuse.
Murmuring breathlessly, Sasha continued, “Darren is into rough sex and has always been quite ‘physical.’ However, when he was on the road all alone on his first long haul, he couldn’t find women who’d enjoy his type of pleasure even though he knows I would understand.” Then after a pregnant pause, she looked at me in the eye and mumbled, “You see, what he did to me…well…it’s not spousal abuse — especially when I willingly submit. You see, I ‘love’ rough sex and being dominated by a real man.”
My jaw must have dropped at Sasha’s disclosure, and I had to quickly adjust my seated position to discretely hide my throbbing penis. Seeing my reaction, Sasha hastily stammered, “You must think that I’m sick — and perhaps I am — but I’ve always been attracted to strong, overbearing men who…just take me…and use me. I can’t help it. Being controlled, told what to do, and made to sexually please — God, this sounds so perverse — but. it just turns me on to no end.”
Tears start to well in Sasha’s averted eyes as she struggled to explain further. “Maybe, it was because… well…it goes back to when I had just turned eighteen and my family had hit bad times. My father had a stroke, went bankrupt, and lost his business. Our house was next and then nearly everything we had. Our few relatives couldn’t help much, and so out of desperation, it was decided that the kids would be sent to different family members and friends.
“As the oldest girl, I was sent to live with a close family friend by the name of Jimbo. He was a ‘bear’ of a man who was big, rough, and crude. I was scared silly of Jimbo, but my mother made it explicitly clear he was the only one who was trying to co-write a loan for my father and as such, was very important to our family.
Because he was single, I was bluntly told to take care of his house, his meals, his washing, and his ‘personal needs.’ I needed to ensure Jimbo’s goodwill since our family’s well-being and future depended on him and his loan. ‘Do whatever Jimbo wants — no matter what — you just do it!’ was my mother’s final words before abandoning me.”
I told a sobbing Sasha that she didn’t have to say anymore, but she shook her head and pleaded tearfully, “I want to…I need for you need to understand and accept the way that I am.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “I was all alone and frightened. I couldn’t stop crying when I realized just how helpless and hopeless my situation was. But Jimbo didn’t care.
“That first night, I learn just how hard and demanding Jimbo was. It was bedtime and there was only one bed… his…and I balked. This got me quickly thrown over his lap and spanked hard. All I could remember was thundering big palms, searing pain that I had never experienced before, and me screaming and crying. But Jimbo didn’t stop until I was a blubbering mess, promising him that I’d do whatever he wanted if he’d only stop.
“However, instead of ravaging a scared teenager, Jimbo surprised me with caresses that soothed me as he kissed away my tears. He promised that if I did as he wanted, the pain would become pleasurable. With that said, Jimbo slowly undressed me and sucked on my breasts until my pink nipples were ruby red and painfully rock-hard. Boldly exploring my young body, he stimulated me with wincing pain — biting, nipping, tugging, and tweaking — and showed me how pain could be arousing.
“By the time he licked my inflamed buns and then mouthed my twisting sex, my virgin body was readily responding to Jimbo as I trembled uncontrollably. It finally betrayed me with the first orgasm of my life that left me shaking uncontrollably with spasms, gasping for breath, confused, and shamelessly wanting more.
“When I begged for him not to stop, Jimbo finally took me like a bull taking a heifer, dominating me, penetrating me, smothering me under him. Clinging to his heaving body, I cried out in searing agony as he cruelly penetrated and stretched me. Before I knew it, he rolled over and pulled me on top, making me ride him. Smacking my tender buns, Jimbo forced me to move, making me brazenly ride him and grind myself against him repeatedly.
“By not giving me a choice or a chance, Jimbo dominated me and stimulated me like never before. As sick as it may sound, my pain did become my pleasure…exquisite ecstasy…and Jimbo’s embedded cock became the core of my youthful existence. I lusted to be filled again and again, unashamedly crying out as I exploded in one hell of another orgasm.
“Living with Jimbo taught me the simplicity of submitting and being dominated by a strong man. After getting me on the pill, he took me often and I did whatever he wanted without any hesitation or reservations. I willingly let him tell me brazenly what to do and how to please him — and ultimately learned how to pleasure myself.
“My ‘loving’ family knew that I had been ‘given’ to Jimbo as their collateral for his efforts and generosity on our family’s behalf. They pretended…made believe…that they didn’t know what he doing to me…but they did They, especially my mother, kept silent, and let their eldest daughter become Jimbo’s teenage fuck-slut.
“When my dad recovered, my family was able to get their life together because Jimbo had secured for them that much-needed loan. But do you know what? I surprisingly didn’t want to go back to them. I remained Jimbo’s docile and obedient teenage whore who shamelessly sold her body for her family’s well-being.
“In reality, I had become addicted to Jimbo’s dominance and painful sex. When we were alone, it was I who often initiated our twisted intimacy either by sensuously tempting Jimbo or by acting like a willful teenager who deserved to be punished.
“When Jimbo died in a car crash a few years later, many couldn’t understand why I wept at the hospital and later at his funeral. My family could not understand why I felt so empty, confused, and lost.
“I quickly discovered that ‘nice guys’ didn’t turn me on, but ‘bad boys’ who took advantage of and abused women, certainly did. There was an endless line of scumbags after Jimbo who took advantage of me, and I knew I was sick because I readily gave in to their lustful desires.
“When Darren entered my life, I was working as an office clerk at a distribution center. He saved me from being regularly sexually molested by my supervisor who sexually harassed me because I couldn’t…or more so wouldn’t…say ‘no.’
“Darren took me away, married me, and we moved to here. My husband is demanding and is at times sadistic in the way he loves inflicting pain on me. He likes to beat me, not to injure me, but just hurt me enough to turn himself on — and me too because he knows my likes and needs. I know this sounds perverted, but I can’t help it.”
Sasha sat back sobbing and took a deep breath before looking at me in the eye. “But this was Darren’s first cross-country haul, and it was longer and harder than expected. What made things worse was that all the time he was wondering if I was fooling around on him.”
She gulped and then looking shyly at me, continued, “You see I had told him about you, what working with you was like, and how I liked working under you. Because you’re a forceful and demanding boss, he kept wondering if I was letting you do ‘it’ to me.”
With this revelation, I lost what little self-control and couldn’t hide this humungous erection that visibly tented the front of my slacks. Sasha’s sensuous almond-shaped eyes widen as she gulped at my obvious physical reaction before hesitantly continuing, “Darren knew that you were the kind of strong, dominant man — the kind to whom I’d get attracted. He didn’t believe my denials and overreacted by beating me with his belt and then forcefully and repeatedly used me. At the end of the two weeks…”
Tears flowed freely as Sasha sobbed, “Despite me begging him not to, Darren has left me. He said that sooner or later I would give into you and that he couldn’t live the thought of you being with me. Images of me doing whatever you wanted were more than he could handle. So, he packed up his stuff, told me to file for divorce since he wasn’t coming back, and then left me.”
Looking miserable, Sasha whined, “Now I have no one to turn to. This is the first time since Jimbo that I don’t have a man telling me what to do and how to please him.”
I couldn’t believe this Japanese godsend and wasn’t about to let this golden opportunity escape me. “Sasha,” I said firmly in a tone that brooked no disobedience, “stop crying. Stop it now! I want you to get up and stand here in front of me. Do it now.”
Sasha complied, with her eyes downcast and her hands clasped in front of her. I moved to stand close behind her and then taking in a deep breath, clasped her soft body to me so that Sasha could clearly feel my raging hard-on pressing into her skirt-covered buns. Turning her face to look at me over her shoulder, I gave her a deep sensuous kiss that left little doubt in her mind as to my intentions as I boldly began to caress her Asian body.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you, Sasha,” I uttered into her ear as I slowly unbuttoning her blouse and boldly fondled her lacy bra cups until her nipples grew long, hard, and thick against my palms. Then with a sudden flip of my fingers, I undid her flimsy front-snapping bra, freeing her creamy tits that had tantalized me for so long. My fingers captured and cruelly pinched one of her puffy areolas and rolled fleshy nipples until a shrill whimper escaped Sasha’s lips as her hands covered mine as I tweaked her stiff sensitive tips.
“Sasha, bend over from your waist and grab my desk. Do it now!”
Quickly and roughly pushing up her mini-skirt, I yanked down her skimpy panties to reveal Sasha’s neatly-trimmed black silky bush, swollen pussy lips, and puckered asshole. Her buns and the backs of her thighs were covered with enticing purple welts and my pant’s crotch became unbelievably tight. My hand shot between her legs to cup her inviting cunt and I was immediately rewarded with a sudden drenching of my squeezing hand. Sasha emitted a whine of yearning and passion but didn’t move, letting me have my way with her.
My fully engorged trouser snake somehow reared from my undone trouser and dropped boxers I pressed its flanged head into the oozing entrance of her love box. “You would be surprised me many times I’ve wanted you like this…submissive…willing…and wanting for me to fuck your tight juicy Jap twat.” Before Sasha could say anything, I mounted her and viciously crammed my raging hard-on into her.
I drove relentlessly into Sasha’s incredible molten wetness with short savage thrusts of my hips that slammed her against the edge of the desk. Sasha threw back her head, her eyes pressed shut, as breathless grunts escaped her open mouth with each jab that lifted hips. I savagely jackhammered her pussy, hard and quick, causing Sasha to pant like a bitch in heat as her liquid excitement sloshed noisily and lewdly, and then seeped down her widespread legs.
“Fuck Darren,” I snarled as I crammed myself all the way into her churning snatch, feeling my flanged cockhead glance off her rubbery cervix. “Fuck your former boss — fuck Jimbo!
“I’m going to take care of you from now on, and fill the void in your life like the way my cock is filling your juicy twat! You’re mine now, Sasha, and that’s all that matters. You’re going to be my personal cum-dump whom I’m going to fuck on and off the job. These tits are mine to suck…your snug hot Jap cunt will be flooded with my spunk…and your tight little asshole will be mine to screw,” I grunted as I pressed a saliva-coated finger into Sasha’s squirming anus.
“Oooh, shit, I’ve never done it ‘that’ way, Nick,” Sasha squealed as I gave her rectum a digital roto-rootering.”
“All the better! I’m going to love reaming and breaking in your virgin puckered asshole. It may hurt at first but it doesn’t matter because you’ll do what I tell you to do. After a while, you’ll spread your butt cheeks and beg me to butt-fuck you. And when I’ve finished giving you a sperm enema, you’re going to suck and lick me clean. You’re now my Japanese whore, and you’ll do what I want. Won’t you, Sasha?”
Without waiting for a reply, I withdrew almost all the way from her clinging cunt, and gave Sasha two sharp slaps on her bruise-stripped buns causing her to stifle a cry that threatened to escape her lips. “Right now, bitch, I going to fuck you with my big fat cock! How long I’ve waited to shoot my full load into your snatch, filling you with my gooey spunk that you’ll leak all day! Is that what you want, bitch? Another slap sharply landed on her inflamed buttocks emphasized my question.
To this Sasha, just looked back at me with an inscrutable smile as she lewdly gyrated her hips, rocking back and forth, before uttering, “Ooh, yes, Nick! I love the way you’re dominating and using me. Ooh yeah, spank me, harder, please. It feels so good when it hurts. Jeez, you’re stretching me out. Ooh, your cock is rammed all the way in me. It hurts when you go so fast and deep, but shit I love it. Oooh, please, take me. Make me your personal fuck- slave. Shoot your load into me. Ooh, fill me with your sperm. I’ll do whatever you want. Ooh yeah, just fuck me — fuck me! Please, I need to be used!”
And with a wide smile on my lips, I did as my newfound Asian fuck-slut asked.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fresh from the showers, a naked Sasha stood docilely before me with her hands crossed in front of her cleanly shaven vulva. An attractive Japanese-American woman with demure almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, a cute nose, and a broad sensuous mouth. Her damp long ebony hair was brushed back from her face but allowed to also drape over her modest breasts. Yet, what made Sasha alluring was her subtle feminine submissiveness and willingness to cater to her man — and at this point in her life, that man was me.
As I sat in the easy chair in the master bedroom of my house, I realized how pleased I was at Sasha’s transformation from my seemingly shy and acquiescing secretary to my secret love geisha. Surprisingly it was her husband — or now ex-husband — who was the catalyst in our relationship by foolishly abandoning Sasha and forcing her into my arms and control. I easily step into the void and took control of Sasha especially since it meant “filling” the various orifices of her exotic Asian body in ways and settings she never expected or experienced…but loved.
We were extremely careful to maintain a highly professional charade while on the job. She still wore her wedding ring and when asked about her husband, she skillfully deflected the gossipmongers’ marriage in which her spouse was gone much of the time. Those same people would have been utterly shocked if they knew the true nature of our relationship and workday routine.
Arriving separately, we were often the first to work. After making coffee for the office, Sasha brought me my cup and then locking the door, enjoyed her morning breakfast — a mouthful of my long, hard, and thick man-meat. With my hand caressing the back of her bobbing head, Sasha dutifully knelt between my legs to suck and jerk me off. Most mornings she enjoyed a fresh load of man-cream to go with her coffee.
On those mornings when I had nothing on the early morning schedule, I had her get on her hands and her knees while I took her from behind as Stella grunted softly with each stroke. I knew that the hot spunk that I filled her with would ooze from her now-hairless pussy for the rest of the day. Either way, I couldn’t think of a more wonderful way to start the day.
To my employees, Sasha was the perfect secretary — highly competent, attractive, and well-dressed, demurely acquiescing, and above all, helpful. She was the it “guardian angel” who worked long hours and most importantly kept “the sadist” (as I was called behind my back for being rather blunt and demanding) off her co-workers’ backs. To most in the office, Sasha took the brunt of my domineering way, and they cringed each time she was called into my office for one of our infamous closed-door sessions.
Given her shaken look — as if she had been crying — when she reemerged later, her fellow employees always assumed that Sasha had gotten a royal ass-chewing for some mistake she or another had made. This wasn’t far from the truth. During our special closed-door afternoon sessions, I often had my face buried between her legs that were draped over my shoulder as Sasha sprawl across my desk. The tear tracks that her co-workers saw were those of stifled ecstasy from me eating out her pussy and asshole. Oh, how Sasha struggled not to moan loudly when she shook in a gut-wrenching climax.
This was not to say that I was the sole instigator of our workday liaisons. For an extremely competent secretary, she somehow made glaring errors that called for immediate supervisory attention and corrective action. However, Stella’s discipline was often preceded by corporal punishment involving her miniskirts shoved up and her flimsy panties yanked down. With Sasha hauled over my lap for a good old spanking. Nothing is more erotic than feeling a half-naked woman violently squirming against your swollen groin as your palm has landed sharply on her spongy butt.
I can’t recall how many times a horny Sasha with her skirt hiked up around her waist would reach back and spread her reddening butt cheeks to expose her nether delights, all the while begging for more. Whipping out my raging hard-on, I would beat her inflamed buns with my erect penis before continuing her discipline with hard strokes deep into her sopping wet cunt.
A month after I made Sasha mine I handed my new mistress a disposable enema and told her that after everyone had left for the day, she was to cleanse herself thoroughly. When she returned to my office cleansed and without panties, I began introducing Sasha to the carnal pleasures of anal sex.
Sasha gasped and whimpered pitifully as I introduced a well-lubricated finger into her virgin orifice, leisurely probing her butt while devouring her juicy little twat. However, her breath caught in her throat when I finally held a conical butt-plug before her startle almond-shaped eyes.
“You will wear this butt-plug while at work except when relieving yourself or to clean and lubricate it. I will check throughout the workday to make sure that this device is where it should be…and it better be. This plug will gradually loosen you for that special day when I fuck your virgin asshole.”
Sasha shoved her hand to her mouth to muffle her squeal as I pressed the plug into her sphincter ring and then sighed as her puckered anus clamped around the plug’s neck to hold it in place. It was an extreme pleasure watching Sasha walk and sit with that plug wedge between her buns, wincing periodically but obeying my instructions nevertheless.
Normally we avoid each other once we left work to prevent someone from work discovering the intimate nature of our relationship. However, on the eve of a three-day weekend, I decided to take a chance and had Sasha me secretively at a designated street corner. Once she jumped into my car, I drove her to my very private gated suburb community. It was there in my secluded house that I planned to consummate Sasha’s anal preparation without the constraints of prying eyes in our office and our living environment.
Rising and slowly strolling to her, I softly asked, “Did you purge yourself with the enema that I left for you and clean good afterward?” Sasha shifted uncomfortably at my embarrassing questions, but after a moment, nodded. The sound of my palm landed sharply against her smooth curved thigh broke the silence. As Sasha jerked, I sternly uttered, “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”
“Yes, Nick,” Sasha blurted, “I did exactly as you instructed. After purging myself, I showered and shaved as you wanted.” She lowered her eyes as she murmured in a tone eager to please, “I even thought you might want to…use me…completely tonight…so I lubricated my… myself…quite liberally…before reinserting my butt-plug.”
With a light tap of my fingers, Sasha’s clasped hands fell quickly to her sides, exposing her pussy slit tucked between the soft juncture of her creamy inner thighs. My fingertips traveled over her soft stomach to her smoothly-shaven camel-toe.
“Spread,” I whispered, and Sasha’s feet and legs quickly parted. I slowly caressed her tender flesh and every so often dipped into the cleft of her swollen pussy lips. Her breath caught in her throat as Sasha struggled visibly to remain still, but her legs spread wider of their own accord.
“Hmmm,” I murmured as I brought my fingers tip to my nose as my tongue snaked out to lick the braid black leather. “Your liquid excitement smells and tastes delicious.”
Before Sasha could recover, my hand flipped her draped hair over one shoulder and then the other, revealing her breasts. Sasha blushed self-consciously for now her nudity was completely exposed before my gaze.
Although Sasha’s breasts were modest in size, they were nevertheless truly breathtaking in their uniqueness. From the moment she became my secretary, I was intrigued by the much too fleeting glimpses of her creamy tits that I inadvertently spied.
I had expected to see perky boobs with upturned ruby red cylindrical nipples when I claimed Sasha that first time in my office. Instead, I discovered almost-tubular breasts that had a sloping, ski-jump look. Each tit ended in a delicate pink puffy knob from which protruded a mouthwatering nipple nub.
I remembered leisurely fondling her incredibly bulbous-tipped boobs after our first sexual session. Sasha trembled and whined uncontrollably when my mouth inhaled a stiff pink swollen tip until my lips clamped down behind her puffy areola. Then pulling back, I let Sasha’s soft flesh slip slowly from my grasping lips while my tongue furiously lashed her tender nipple. How Sasha whimpered that first time I sucked on her sensitive titties, begging me to stop, only to shamelessly whimper for me not to when I did.
Returning to the here and now, I instructed Sasha to present to me her tantalizing titties. My fingers lazily caressed first one then the other tip of her tits, gliding over her rubbery nipple. Then with a sudden flick of my fingers but sharply snapped on her meaty tips, causing Sasha to immediately grimace and hiss.
“Make your nipples pop for me.”
Sasha’s fingers quickly pinched, tugged, and rolled her nipples until they enticingly jutted out just calling out to be sucked. Cupping her breasts in the palms of her hands, Sasha leaned forward and presented them to me for my lewd inspection.
I gently fondled and milked her tubular breasts, squishing them through the rings of my thumbs and forefingers until I tweaked and tugged on her sensitive teats. Then stretching my neck, my hungry mouth devoured her delicious morsels with my tongue swirling and lashing wildly on her tiny erections.
Sasha trembled uncontrollably, writhing as if electrodes had been cruelly attached to her tips. Reluctantly I let a tender nipple escape from my grasping lips but not before delivering a sharp slap to Sasha’s thigh.
“Turn around and bend over. Let me see if you’ve prepared yourself properly.”
Sasha obediently spun and bent from the waist and spreading her buns, presented her tempting buns. Now there is no more indescribable picture than seeing a beautiful woman compliantly reaching back to grasp and part her buns to fully expose her nether delights to my full inspection. There before me was an inserted butt-plug firmly wedged in her ass, just waiting for me to do what Sasha had expected for weeks.
Her lithe body involuntarily quivered as my fingertips drifted lightly over the small of her back before traveling the length of her exposed butt crack. “Push your butt back. Hold still if you don’t want to be punished.” With that said, I grasped the plug and slowly withdrew it, enjoying how her asshole clung to the latex shape until it slipped free, leaving a slightly dilated opening.
Catching her off-guard, I plunged one stiff finger in her hot, wet pussy, pumping it in and out until her hips squirmed and her juices flowed freely. Sasha hissed sharply between her clenched teeth at my sudden invasion and then again when I introduced a second finger until I was virtually finger fucking her oozing twat.
Sasha jerked, stifling a cry of surprise when a finger of my other hand wormed its way into her puckered asshole. She hadn’t been lying about having liberally lubricated herself for I easily sank into her normally snug rosebud. I then slipped another finger into her squirming anus and introduced her to a good butt-reaming.
Paralyzed with waves of overwhelming and unexpected sexual stimulation caused by my double digital penetrations, Sasha could only thrust her hips back for more and as her legs trembled, groaned loudly, “Oh my god, Nick…what are you doing to me? I’m on fire…can’t stop shaking. It feels so…unbelievable.”
“My, my,” I said in a teasing tone, “You like getting your two holes finger-fucked at the same time, don’t you?” Sasha could only look over her shoulder with lust-glazed eyes and gave me a half-nod as I continued to pump in and out.
“Are you a good girl…or have you been a bad girl? Have you been wearing that butt-plug that I gave you all of the time? I hope so because tonight is the night that I introduce you to the pain and pleasure of being sodomized — butt-fucked.”
“Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh,” Sasha moaned as if she had a difficult time forming the words. Then finally she stuttered, “I’ve been a — ‘bad’ girl — a very, very ‘bad girl’ — a real slut who loves getting fucked any way you want. Oohhh, I can’t tell you how many times I was naughty and played with myself while thinking about you…and a the wicked painful things you do to me. Jeez, you’re really stretching me out. I’ve never done it this way before. I don’t know if I can take all of you…”
Her swollen hairless cunt lips twisted madly as Sasha willingly pushed back for more, pressing my nose to her musky rectum. “I didn’t ask what you think,” I mumbled when my tongue swirled around then probed her puckered opening with obvious relish. “Whatever made you think you had a choice in how you please me. You’re mine now. And I will I use you any way I want.”
I suppressed my carnal urge to just ram my fleshy spear into her cunt the way Sasha loved it. I did, however, stand behind her to choose another display of domination. I lightly alternated pressing my humungous woody against first her pussy and then her asshole.
“Eeney…meeny… miney…moe…catcha…Sa-sha…by… the…hole.” Sasha squirmed in lascivious desire as my flanged head probed first one then the other of her dilated holes. “If…she… hollers…let…me… go…eeney… meeny…miney….NO!” With the end of the limerick, I pressed myself her anus.
In the mirrored suite wall before us, I watched Sasha slow raised her head as I sought to penetrate her rubbery sphincters, her mouth opened in silent anguish. “Push back, cunt, like you’re going to take a shit. That’s it. Relax, and do as I tell you or it’s going to really hurt.”
With long dark strands of hair clinging to the side of her lovely sweat-covered cheeks, Sasha’s eyes were tightly shut as her nostril flared in concentration as she sought to obey my commands. Trembling, she slowly pushed backward, wedging my flanged head further and further into her virgin orifice. Suddenly a shrill cry escaped her lips when my dickhead popped into her virgin asshole.
Sasha panted and gulped desperately for air as I let her accommodate my reaming presence. While holding her to me, I slipped a hand around her hip to strum her stiff clitoris with the tips of my fingers. Slowly but surely Sasha responded to my digital stimulation as her hips wiggled and squirmed to adjust and better seat me. Then before long, I was firmly embedded in her tightly stretched bunghole.
“You love it, don’t you? You love having a cock, my cock, shoved up your ass, don’t you? The unique pain turns you on, doesn’t it?” While she didn’t reply, a quick glance at the mirrored wall showed that there was no denying the unmistakable lust on Sasha’s lovely face as she reveled in this new carnal sensation.
Moaning deliriously, Sasha was consumed in a raging erotic fever. Then reaching between her legs, Sasha covered and pressed my fingers against her stiff love button. “Ohhh, ohhh,” Sasha droned as made my fingertips stroked her love nub, “you’re stretching me out. You’re so damn big. I’ve never felt so ‘full!’ Oh my God, I feel so wicked, so slutty, so horny! I never knew it could feel like ‘this’…the right amount of pain and humiliation…just what I need…what I’ve always liked!”
With that, Sasha began to rock back and forth at first imperceptibly and then pressing back for more and more. In the mirror, Sasha’s tits hung freely, swinging tantalizingly as her rocking became more pronounced as she impaled herself repeatedly on my meaty pole. As she grunted loudly with each short jab backward, Sasha tool more and more of me into her tight rectal ring. Before long, Sasha repeatedly slammed backward with her buns were slapping soundly against my groin.
Her fingers flew rapidly between her legs as her hair flailed wildly, shaking violently as she quickly escalated to sexual critical mass. “Oh shit, oh shit, you’re so deep. I’m gonna come with your big fucking cock crammed all the way up my ass! Damn it, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”
Needless to say, her jerking gut-wrenching orgasm was all I needed to trigger my own explosion that had me spewing my balls of spunk into the depths of her welcoming bowels.
Totally exhausted, we swayed together in a sweaty embrace with me draped over her back, breathing heavily as we sought to recover from our sexual labors. Sasha reached back to caress my neck as I lazily nuzzled her earlobes while squeezing her boobs. She then turned in my embrace to passionately kiss me and my softening penis regretfully slipped out with lewd sucking noise.
Before I could do anything, Sasha docilely dropped to her knees before me and opened her mouth. You can’t begin to imagine the incredible sight of her sensuous lips wrapped around my fluid-coated cock, submissively sucking and licking me clean. Her head bobbed rhythmically on my semi-soft member, trying and then succeeding in deep-throating me. It was little wonder that I feel myself hardening in her mouth.
It is amazing how in me, Sasha has found in me a man whom she’s been looking for. I truly appreciate her complete submissiveness, her need to be dominated, her need to do what she told to do, and by doing so, setting herself free. Dirty talking, spankings, adult fantasies, and regular butt reaming have served to liberate her from any doubts and inhibitions. As my obedient love slave, Sasha has proven insatiable and her expanding carnal repertoire has been mind-boggling. I can’t wait to teach my beautiful submissive the erotic ecstasy and agony of her Japanese body that she has willingly submitted to me.