“I…need this,” he said breathlessly. “I want to penetrate you.”
“Do it, sir,” I responded, almost begging. “I want you inside me. Take my virginity.”
I could hear him furiously stripping off his belt and pants. Now I felt his bare cock, already erect, rubbing up and down my butt crack. It felt huge. He teased my hot pussy with the end of his dick. I kept myself bent over as before. I was getting shaky but still managed to stay in position. Jack reached down and untied me from the chair but kept my wrists bound.
“You may steady yourself on the chair,” he announced. “You may have to.”
I grabbed the back of the chair just as I felt him insert his dick in me from behind. His hard cockhead spread my walls, and I let out a gasp.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Please make me a woman.”
After a little pinch, Jack slipped in easily. His foreplay had made my insides dripping wet. In and out, in and out, his thick cock started to work my pussy. His thrusts became more and more intense — almost animalistic.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back a little. Now he was railing me furiously and breathing and grunting. I put both my hands on the chair, trying to use it to steady myself as he pounded away. It was a glorious feeling. My pussy walls being spread, and the pumping of his engorged cock inside me.
Jack took me by the hips. He pulled me forward as he thrust inside me as deep as he could. I was shaking from the experience. My pussy was so wet, and I could feel tiny little orgasms building up to something bigger.
“That’s it,” I tried to say. “Oh, God, yes, Jack. Fuck me like that! Please! Don’t stop!”
“You like this cock, huh?” he asked, panting all the while. “You like this cock deep inside you?”
“I love it!” I cried.
“You want me to cum inside you, don’t you? Say you do!”
“I do, sir!” I cried. “Please cum inside me! I’m begging you!”
“Here it comes!” he grunted. “Coming…inside!”
I could feel him explode into the condom. His warm cum filled me with a sensation that sent me over the edge. Coming on his cock, I was shuddering from a standing position. My legs were almost numb at this point. I honestly felt like I was going to just collapse. Somehow, I managed to stay standing, partly because Jack steadied me with his two hands as quivering took over my insides.
“Ooooh! Oh!” I exclaimed. “Ooooh!”
I had lost my ability to talk. All I could do was make appreciative sounds and try not to fall on the floor. Jack spasmed inside me a couple more times, then slowly pulled out. For a moment, he left me standing there, still steadying myself with the chair. I heard him pull up his pants and get dressed.
Then, unexpectedly, he picked me up in his arms. I felt his broad, muscular shoulders caress me as he carried me into the bathroom just off my bedroom and set me in the bathtub. Still shaking from the experience, Jack exited the room, leaving me there to process all the sensations I was feeling.
I didn’t see him for the rest of the night. Was this a signal that I should clean myself up after our session, or was he just setting me some place where I wouldn’t make a mess? He left me sitting there, wondering what would happen next.
Chapter Twelve – Jack
What was I doing? I never should’ve gone down this path with Sandra. I swear, I’m going to end up in an HR thing, kicked out of the firm, losing hundreds of thousands of dollars in court. Why couldn’t I just walk away from her?
But I knew. I knew the moment I invited her to this house that it would happen. Maybe I even knew it the moment I saw her. This girl was different. With the other women, I had been in control. I had been in such power that it eventually became boring for me.
With Sandra, I would be in control of her for a while, then lose control of myself. It was scary and exciting at the same time. The risk was tremendous, but so was the reward, which was why I was anxious to do it again.
I should just send her packing. If I sent Sandra home right now, this would all end. Sure, she’d be hurt and confused for a while, but ultimately, I’d get back my control. I could tell her that I was no good for her. Make is sound noble. With my hold over her, I could sell it. Then I wouldn’t be endangering anything. The firm would be safe.
The next day, I concentrated on work and remained distant from Sandra. She couldn’t tell if I was mad at her, busy, or what. She’d attempt to start banter or innuendo with me, but I would ignore it or be unresponsive. It frustrated her to no end, but it also, I think, may her more determined to reach me.