Hi my name is Gracey. I am twenty-eight years old working woman in Los Angeles. I work as the personal secretary to the CEO of one of the top companies of the city. The job is fancy but requires certain protocols to be followed. For starters, I need to be impeccably dressed at work every single day. My office outfit shows off every curve of my body that I know makes head turns all over the office. I love the attention honestly. But more than anything, my boss’s gaze is what makes my heart race. I have never been the type to commit, so I got to know the kinkiest fetishes of my boss later.
The allure of affairs and the thrill from it gave me the kick more than anything else. My boss would occasionally call me to his cabin alone and he made enough moves that told me he was interested. I would occasionally tease him with a peak here and a slight touch there. A hungry look appeared in his eyes every time I did that. This was one weekend when he wanted me to bring some presentations to him at office. Generally I would refuse to work on a weekend but the thought of being alone with him got me excited.
That Sunday, I dressed in the tightest skirt I had along with a satin halter neck ivory top. I also wore the sluttiest looking pantyhose and a pair of shiny black stilettoes. I was dressed more seductively than ever that day and looked like came straight off the rack from a sex doll plus store. The look was completed with the boldest red lipstick I could find in my stash. When I went inside, he looked up at me and I saw his mouth visibly pop open. But he quickly recovered and checked the laptop for the presentation I had sent.
He asked me to come to his side and stand beside him so that I can see the screen clearly. As I bent from his side, my breasts brushed against his shoulder and I knew he was much conscious about the touch. I smiled at him. We were done discussing the work in an hour or so and still he had not made any move. I was getting a little frustrated. I was expecting him to ravage me and pounce on me today. I started packing my bag and get ready to leave when I suddenly felt his arms around my waist from behind. He roughly turned me around to face him and kissed my lips. He was whispering about how I had been teasing him way too long and I should have seen this coming.
Before I could react, he picked me up on his shoulder and took me to his cabin. I was a little scared and was struggling now. But he placed me on the table with ease and in one swift motion, he had fluidly placed a handcuff on my wrist while it was attached to the side of the table. I was shocked about his kinkiest fetishes. He was not just interested in fucking me- he was fully into kink! He smiled at me while I struggled trying to get up which was kind of difficult with one hand pinned to the side of that large mahogany table.
He seemed to enjoy himself as he rummaged the drawers opposite to the table. When he came back there was a set of anal beads in one hand and a flogger in another. He didn’t say much but swiftly turned me and pulled up my skirt roughly. My ass was exposed to him. He was slowly but steadily pushing the beads up my asshole. I sensed a stabbing pain with every push as each bead went deeper. I cried out loudly. It hurt but it was also exciting to me. He went back again and I could not see what he was up to. But in seconds I realized what he had brought back. He was wrapping the gag around my mouth so I could not say anything except moan softly. Then I felt his flogger on my ass repeatedly.
When I was almost overcome with the assault, I felt his dick being positioned at my vagina at this point. I was bent down on the table and I felt juices running from my vagina imagining him inside me. Then he finally penetrated me and pushed hard. I felt the beads move up my ass with every thrust. The tightness was making me hornier. I moaned but this time, it was pure pleasure. He kept thrusting hard and faster than ever. I was now happy about the kinkiest wishes of my boss.
The beads were moving in an out in a rhythm as he pushed. In about half an hour, he was finally done and I felt his hot juices dripping down my legs and leaving a stain on my pantyhose. It was all torn up anyway. I was wondering how it would look if I went back home without the pantyhose. But I really did not care. This was undoubtedly the best experience I ever had and the most thrilling adventure I can think off in one of the kinkiest fetishes.
Once he was done fucking me, he got out of me and slowly pulled out the beads from my ass. When the last bead was out, I felt oddly empty. But he was not yet done. He turned me around and buried his face in my clitoris. He was kissing and licking my vagina. I kept moaning on and on while he fingered me and licked my vagina dry. I was soon realizing I was going to burst from the climax.
In a few more minutes, I was squirting all over the place. After some time, he finally took off the gag from my mouth. I was gasping loudly while he silently unbuckled my hand. Once he took off my cuffs, I sat up and straightened my dress. He didn’t talk much but slipped me a note that said he will be waiting for me the coming Friday night. Soon, it became a ritual for us and this just got wilder and wilder with his kinkiest fetishes.