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There was a time after I finished graduate school where I was absolutely taken with my new job. I worked for one of the best companies in Silicon Valley who offered plenty of incentives to me (to all of their employees actually) to spend my time at work. There were beach volleyball courts, gaming arcades, movie nights, and other socializing events, and all those only on campus. On weekends, there were excursions to King’s Canyon, to Napa Valley, and to the Big Sur.

Not surprisingly, my personal life suffered. It was great to spend all my time with extremely smart people with similar philosophy and world views. There were plenty of single, attractive women too. But I would never ever break my cardinal rule to not sleep with a colleague. The only person who made me reconsider that rule, over and over again, was Daisy.

I could tell she was strongly attracted to me, from the way she hovered around me at social events, keenly listening to me recollecting the stories of my travels and my photographs, and always wanting to know more. I thought she was lovely.

She was petite and toned; those shapely legs a testament to the miles and miles she put under them each day. Being Asian, she accentuated her beautiful eyes with fake eyelashes. When she smiled at me, I could feel my heart flutter a little. She showed up at a colleague’s party wearing flowers in her hair and I groaned inwardly (thank Heavens for that!) when I saw her. There were times when she walked ahead of me and I had to pull my eyes away from admiring her tight little rump; forcibly breaking away from the stream of lascivious thoughts that entered my mind.

Although I spent months agonizing over it, I never gave in to temptation. The impasse did not look like it would be resolved until she moved to a better position in a different company. I missed her terribly. I had thought that being unable to do anything about my attraction to her when she was just down the aisle was bad enough. But that was nothing compared to not seeing her for weeks.

I addressed my frustration with more work. Keeping my mind busy helped at first. But as the months passed, my sexual frustrations were boiling over. I decided to open up a profile on an adult dating web site. I went on first dates with a few women, and didn’t get far. I may have been too eager to please; laughing loudly at their jokes and trying too hard in general.

Then I came upon a profile of an Asian woman with similar sexual interests. My thoughts immediately returned to Daisy. The profile mentioned an interest in being Dominated; this was something that I had explored with one of my previous partners, a bit too briefly albeit. I wrote to her and we exchanged pictures. We seemed to connect online. We exchanged a few more messages and finally decided to meet for dinner at one of the upscale restaurants in Santa Clara to see if we could hit it off in person.

I walked in to the restaurant that evening and found Liz waiting for me. I learned about her childhood growing up in a strict Christian family; her parents had migrated to the US from Vietnam. Through most of her adult life, she had chafed at the restrictions imposed upon her. On the adult web site, she had found partners who had opened up a side to her that she never knew existed. But she longed to make a mental connection and she told me she had a strong feeling I could be the one she had been looking for.

After dinner, we went walking in the nearby park. As we strolled around bahis firmaları the pond admiring the sunset, I quickly stole furtive glances at her body, appreciating her legs, her cleavage that peeked out from the top of her summer dress, and the shape of her butt. She was quite a lot like Daisy; only with bigger breasts.

“… and that’s why I think it’s important to make a mental connection,” she finished and I realized I’d let my thoughts wander again. She arched her eyebrows in question and I did quite an admirable job playing catch up. Or so I thought.

“Oh yeah, yeah!” I said rather more emphatically than I should have. “I really want to connect with someone who reads a lot like me, and has a liberal viewpoint.”

“And what were you thinking when you were gazing at my butt?” she asked.

“Excuse me?” I spluttered over my capuccino

“That’s OK. You seem to be a butt guy after all. So what were you thinking of doing to my butt? Assume you were my Master and I had to obey.”

My initial embarrassment was overcome by relief. Here was a woman who was comfortable talking about her sexuality face to face. I hadn’t come across too many women like her.

“Let’s see!” I said, with a newfound confidence. “I’d discreetly give you a butt plug, and ask you to go into a stall in the women’s restroom there across the pond, put it in your butt, pull your panties back over it, put your pants back on, and walk back to me.”

“Mmm! Very interesting. I suppose you do not have a butt plug with you now. Is there something else I could do for you? Right now?” she asked.

“Very well then! Go into that restroom, into a stall, take your panties off, put your clothes back on, put your panties in your handbag, and come back to me.”

“OK!” she said, and walked over to the restroom. My mind was swimming in the possibilities as I walked over to the other side of the pond and waited for her. I could feel the bulge in my pants getting bigger, and I was thankful it was already dark. She came out a few minutes later, and I walked her to a park bench where there were few people around.

“I want you to stick a finger in your pussy now and bring it out for me to taste,” I said. I tasted her sticky wet juice off her fingers. There was a rather rancid flavor to her, a tartness as in cranberry juice. Except she didn’t taste sweet at all (the sugar content of fruit juices in the US is something I rant about often), there was something very unique about it. Was it Umami, the fifth taste that the Japanese had discovered? I liked it.

“Now I want you to sniff your panties” I continued.

“Yes” she said and obeyed.

“Put them back in your bag now. Are you ready to move to the next stage?” I asked.

Her eyes sparkled. “Yes!”

We drove to my apartment in separate cars. I walked her to my apartment and we walked in to my living room.

“A perfect bachelor’s pad” she commented taking in my plush couch, love seat, my recliner, and a big screen television with a video game console. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She responded in earnest. I broke away first.

“Take your trousers off and get on your knees, my dear lady!” I ordered. As she took off her pants, I noticed her lush pubic hair and the droplets of her juices glistening off her pubic hair. My cock strained against my pants.

As she sank to her knees on the carpet, I ordered her “Now remove my belt and my trousers.” She quickly unfastened kaçak iddaa my belt and pulled down my pants. I quickly stepped out of my trousers and now the tent made by my erect straining cock was plainly visible.

“Wow!” she exclaimed.

“Kiss my cock! Now!” I ordered. She leaned forward to kiss and lick my cock under my boxers. The hot wetness of her mouth made my cock throb in anticipation.

“Are you ready to suck my cock?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Beg for it!”

“Please, can I suck your cock?” she begged.

“You’ll have to earn it. What will you do to earn it?” I asked.

“Anything you say,” she replied.

“Darn!” I thought to myself, “it’s almost like we rehearsed it before.”

“Anything?” I asked her again.

“Anything!” she replied.

“Wait here on your knees. I’ll be right back,” I instructed. I went into my bedroom and retrieved a 6 inch butt plug with a red heart on the blunt end. When I came back, she was still on her knees.

“Get on all fours now!” I ordered her. As she got on her hands and knees, I spread her butt cheeks and tongued her ass. She moaned loudly. I resumed my rimming and inserted a finger into her dripping pussy.

“Ahh! That feels so good,” she gasped.

“Uh huh? Let’s see if you like this now,” I said and brought the tip of the butt plug to her glistening rosebud. She gasped again as I pushed the tip of the plug into her butt. I felt she needed more preparation. I took out the plug and started to kiss her butt hole and then let my tongue feast on the walls of her butt. She was loving this. I then inserted my forefinger into her butt and very quickly encountered the ring of her sphincter. I adjusted the pressure on my fingers up and down repetitively to feel her open up ever so slowly. I pushed my tongue into her butt, rolling it and fluttering it on her walls to stimulate her even more.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I paused from my fingering/rimming with her taste lingering on my tongue and my mouth.

“Ohhh! It feels great. No one has done this to me before,” she replied. I was thrilled to hear that. I was doing to her what I had fantasized doing to Daisy’s shapely butt all those months ago.

My index finger had worked its way past her sphincter now. I now ever so gently added a second finger, my middle finger, to the anal probing.

“Mmmm!” she moaned as the second digit widened her tight orifice. She felt incredibly tight, her walls held my fingers in a vice like grip as I pushed them deeper into her. I inserted a finger of my other hand into her wet pussy and I began to fuck her with it as my two fingers probed deeper into her butt.

“Aaah! That feels wonderful,” she cried in response. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and greedily took two more of my fingers into her hot pussy.

“Ummm, I love how that feels,” she said as she rubbed her clit with my fingers stroking her. I pulled my fingers out of her butt, gave her butthole another slobbering kiss, and pushed the tip of the butt plug into her again.

“Aah! That’s big!” she cried as the tip pushed past her sphincter with the progressively thicker midsection of the plug following.

“Play with your pussy,” I instructed as I took my fingers out of her pussy and put them in her mouth. She sucked on them deeply.

I positioned myself below her hairy pussy and I began to lap away at her. I pulled her down to me and kissed her erect clit. kaçak bahis I massaged her beautiful lips spread out like the wings of a butterfly with my lips and I pushed my tongue into her. At the same time, I reached over and started to move the butt plug gently back and forth into her butt, deepening the strokes ever so slightly as her walls began to give little by little.

She was stroking herself quite furiously now in rhythm to my licking, and as the thickest part of the plug made its way past her sphincter, she erupted in a torrent with a loud moan that my neighbors could have heard. As she convulsed in her orgasm, I pushed the butt plug into her as far as it would go.

I got up from under her to admire the plug in her butt. The pink love handle was radiant.

“How does it feel, that big plug in your butt?” I asked.

“It is big,” she replied. “But I am loving it.”

I smiled. “Are you ready to suck my cock now?” I asked.

“Yes! Please let me suck your cock.”

This was magical. I took my boxers off to reveal my throbbing cock. But before she could gorge on it, there was one more thing I wanted to do. Since this would be a big step forward, I thought it better to ask for her consent first.

“Would you wear handcuffs for me to allow you to suck my cock?” I asked. Her response was instantaneous.

“Yes! I would,” she replied enthusiastically.

“Stay on your knees then! I’ll be right back,” I said as I went in and returned with a pair of handcuffs lined with green velvet and fur. I slipped on the handcuffs behind her back. This was quite the sight to behold: her naked butt with the butt plug all the way in and her hands cuffed behind her back. She was in my power. I was ready.

I moved in front of her as she kneeled. “Now, suck my cock!” I commanded and she leaned forward with her mouth open. I held her head in my hands as I pushed my cock into her mouth. The veins of my cock were dilated and throbbing and her small mouth was struggling to accommodate my girth. I stopped with my cock halfway in her mouth. I moved my hands to the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth. I could feel her slobber over my cock and I heard her gasp for air.

Realizing that my cock was too big for her, I pulled out of her mouth. I pulled her up on to her feet and led her to the love seat. I pushed her into the kneeling position and settled myself on the love seat in front of her. I pushed myself to the edge of the love seat close to her mouth. I then pulled her forward and made her suck my cock again.

Then I raised myself slightly off the edge of the bed, and pulled her mouth to my balls. She sucked them lovingly, first my left ball and then my right. As she looked up at me while licking and sucking my balls, I felt the explosion building up in me. I got up off the love seat and forced my cock into her mouth again.

“Look at me,” I ordered. As she fixed her eyes upon mine with my throbbing cock in her mouth, I blew my load into her. Load after convulsing load, I shot into her warm mouth. I watched my cum dribble from her mouth; it was too much for her. But I came for several seconds; spurt after spurt drained me of my months of pent up sexual energy. As the last gut wrenching spurt ended, I could feel my back muscles spasm from the intensity.

She was quite the sight; her face and her neck covered in large streaks of my semen. Her mouth was wide open with the remnants.

“How does it taste?” I asked and she nodded in appreciation.

“Boy! That’s quite the load you were carrying,” she said just after she swallowed my cum. I could feel myself stirring again. This had been magical. It would be a long night.

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