He was fucking me doggy style. The steady rhythm of his thick cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy felt fantastic. It had been a long time since I had experienced such a large dick. I liked the feeling of being full yet not stretched to a painful limit. He was gently rubbing my asshole with his thumb as he continued to fuck me. It felt nice having the additional stimulation. My hand found its way up to my clit and I began slowly rubbing myself in round circular motions. I could feel the wave of an orgasm beginning to build. I wanted to ride this wave as long as I could. It felt so fucking good! His thrusts became stronger and faster. I matched his pace with my fingers. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. Then I reached that point when you don’t care that the wave is going to crash. You want it and you want it now! My fingers were moving as fast as I could direct them. My boobs were swaying back and forth as he pumped his cock into me. Then ... I came! Not one of my usual comes. I came very hard. My whole body shaking and guttural sounds emerging from my open, panting mouth. A man once told me that when I come the whole world knows.

I was being fucked by my boss. I worked at a tech start-up and enjoyed my work very much but the company had some issues. It is normal for tech companies to be dominated by men and I dealt with the imbalance relatively well. I could work side by side with men and hold my own. Flirting was a normal part of the workplace and I participated with good humour but at the same time subtly letting my co-workers know when they stepped over the line. The only issue I had with the company was lack of advancement. I watched as men with less abilities than my own received promotions and bonuses that were not afforded to me. Once again, I chocked this up to the cost of working in a male dominated industry. Then I began seeing a couple of the few females in the organization get promotions. My first reaction was ‘good for them’. Then, I started to analyze why these women were advancing and I was not. They didn’t have as good an education as me, nor did they have as much experience. I was a better performer which was verified during my performance reviews. Then I started to observe their behavior in the office. They fended off advancements from co-workers as I did with the exception of one man, our boss. They behaved totally different around him. They actually went out of their way to approach him, chat him up and overtly flirt with him. Where it became very obvious was when, as a group, we would go out for drinks after work. These girls were all over him which only increased in intensity as drinks were consumed. Then it dawned on me, these women were fucking him to get ahead in the firm.

I thought about this for a couple of weeks and at the same time increased the intensity of my observations to ensure that I wasn’t imagining something that wasn’t real. The more I watched the more sure I was that these women were exchanging sexual favours for promotions. I carefully tested the waters by asking a couple of my closer male co-workers about my observation. They looked at me like I had three heads. They told me that it was a well known fact that sleeping with our boss puts a woman in a very favourable position when it comes to job assignments, work space accommodation, promotions and bonuses. They didn’t like it any more than I did as it restricted their ability to move up the ladder as well. They tolerated it only because there were so few women in the organization and even fewer that were willing to accommodate his wants in return for favourable career opportunities. One of these closer men friends who enlightened me was openly gay and he told me that he had even tried flirting with the boss but had been told in a very rude way to back off as he wasn’t into men.

I wasn’t in a relationship at the time and was relying on dating apps for the occasional hook up and hit and miss sexual experiences. I consider myself a sexual person and enjoy fucking. I don’t need an emotional attachment to have a great fuck. I just need a semi-attractive man who is as interested in my enjoyment as his own. I made a decision to pursue my boss, more out of curiosity than desire. He was a good looking man that I would normally be attracted to. The downside was that he had an enlarged ego that didn’t appeal to me.

Over the next two weeks I openly flirted with him and let him flirt back. This had the desired effect. He eventually invited me out for dinner which was followed by sex and the intense orgasm I just had. He had been a relatively good lover to that point. He had a great body and one the larger cocks that I had experienced in my somewhat limited sexual career.

As I was slowly coming down from my climax I could feel his dick continue to slide in and out of my drenched pussy. It felt good. He continued to rub my ass hole which also felt nice. My breathing had almost returned to normal and I realized that he had not come yet. I was looking forward to a continuation of having him fuck me with that delicious cock of his. I wasn’t a stranger to multiple orgasms but they weren’t the norm for me. I thought to myself that if he could last a bit longer that I might be able to coax another gut wrenching come out of my sensitive pussy.

Then things changed.

The thumb that had been so sensually massaging my rosebud was suddenly thrust into my ass. I instinctively clenched my butt but it was too late as he buried his fat thumb up my ass.

“No!” I shouted at him. “You don’t do that without asking first!!”

I had been ass fucked a few times but, try as I might, I wasn’t a big fan and had only done it with men that I had been dating for a few months and felt comfortable that they would take it slow and easy and accept ‘no’ if I wasn’t feeling it. Also, they didn’t have big dicks like this guy!

“I want to fuck that delicious looking ass of yours,” he stated in a matter of fact tone.

Before I could respond or change positions he had pulled his thumb out and was shoving his too large dick into me. The head of his cock went in quickly as my ass was already stretched from his thumb fucking. I dropped down onto my stomach from my knees hoping to dislodge the unwanted intruder. It didn’t work as he followed me down onto the bed. Now I was trapped as his entire body was pressing down on me. He kept sliding his cock deeper into my ass.

“At least give me some lube,” I pleaded. My thinking was if he stopped to get lube I could squirm out from underneath him. Instead, he spit on my ass.

“There you go sweetheart,” he said sarcastically as he continued to push himself deeper inside my ass. It hurt like hell as the unwanted intruder inched its way up my anal canal. “Just another few inches darling.”

He must have grown impatient with the slow progress as, all of a sudden, he threw his entire weight onto me and jammed his rod all the way in. I screamed. The pain was real but the scream was more out of frustration for the stupid predicament that I had gotten myself into. How could I have been so clueless!

Now he started pumping his big cock in and out of my stretched ass hole. After the first dozen strokes my ass became used to being fucked and the pain was tolerable. I decided to lay still and see if he enjoyed fucking a dead fish. It seems that he did. His pace quickened over the span of, I’m guessing, about ten minutes. I tried to shorten the duration of this unwanted ass fuck by clenching my ass muscles. It seemed to have the desired effect as he plunged his dick deep inside me with three violent strokes and then remained buried in my as he shouted all sorts of profanities. I could actually feel his cock pulsating inside me as he dumped his load. He then laid on top of me and the full weight of his body made it hard to breath.

“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me darling,” he whispered in my ear.

“Get off of me!” I shouted at him. “I didn’t agree to being ass fucked, I didn’t enjoy it and I just want to leave! Also, I am not your darling or sweetheart.”

He rolled off of me and I scurried off the bed and into the bathroom. I did a quick check to make sure I wasn’t bleeding and washed the tear stains from my face. I stormed out of the bathroom grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed.

“Most women won’t admit to wanting that but they all enjoy it. They just need a little encouragement.”

“Well Phil, I guess I am different because I didn’t want it and I didn’t enjoy it. You are an asshole that takes advantage of women because you are the almighty boss. I’m going,” said Kristina as she quickly exited his apartment. She literally ran down the hallway to the elevators and punched the down button. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to arrive. The doors opened and she threw herself into the small cubicle and punched the 0 button. All of a sudden she couldn’t hold it inside any longer and she burst into tears and beat at the wall of the elevator with her fists.

“You stupid bitch. Why did you let yourself get into that!” she screamed into the empty elevator.

The door opened. She tried to hide her face as a couple and their dog made their way past her onto the elevator. The lobby was empty. She plunked herself down on the black leather lobby couch and tried to compose herself. Deep breaths along with a tissue to wipe away the tears seemed to help. She took out her compact and re-applied her makeup and lipstick. A few more deep breathes and she was good to go. She exited the building and made her way to the nearest subway station. She forced herself not to think about what had just happened. She needed to get her emotions under control before she could calmly evaluate her situation.

She opened the door to her apartment and ran into her bedroom and threw herself onto her bed and let the contained sobbing flow freely. She cried and dozed for over an hour by which time she felt that she had returned to semi normalcy. She stripped off her clothes and threw them all into the hamper. She climbed into her shower and scrubbed herself down. She continued scrubbing her body as if the soap would wash away all of the emotions she was feeling.

It was late and Kristina was exhausted but she knew that she couldn’t sleep. She sat on her couch and reviewed what had happened and how to best deal with it. She could ignore it and chalk it up to a stupid mistake that she could learn from. She could report what had happened to the human resources department at work and risk losing her job. Or, she could find a way to seek some form of revenge. She mulled over numerous scenarios in her mind.

The next day was Friday and she called in sick. She hastily arranged a job interview with a company that had been pursuing her. Her type of work was highly portable and in demand and she had established a good reputation within her industry. The interview went well and they said they would make her an offer by the end of the day. She spent the rest of the day working on a plan.

Later that night Kristina received a text from Phil.

“Noticed that you were not at work today. Hope you are okay. I had a great time last night and would love to do it again when you are feeling better.”

With her plan firmly established in her mind Kristina replied.

“Sorry that I overreacted last night. Just have the sniffles today and should be back at work on Monday. Would love to see you again.”

On Monday Phil approached her at her desk with some papers. He pretended to be discussing something to do with the papers.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes I am. Thanks for asking,” Kristina responded in a flirty tone.

“I was thinking about us going to a new restaurant I’ve heard about. It is supposed to have very good Indian food. Would tomorrow night work for you?”

“Tomorrow would be perfect but why don’t we order in. It would be nice to have some sexy time while we ate. We can order Indian if you would like.”

“Great! Say seven at my place?”

“Perfect! Would you mind if we tried something on the kinky side?”

Phil’s eyes went wide and he smiled.

“No problem. I’ll order the food and you can bring the kink,” he said as he gathered the papers and left for his office.

The staff around Kristina weren’t fooled by his pretending to be discussing work with her. They had seen it many times before. The hushed tones, the obvious ignoring of the business papers and the flirty body motions told them everything they needed to know. They were disappointed in Kristina.

That night Kristina called her best friend Kenneth to request a favor. They had known each other for over ten years, had no secrets from each other and did almost everything together. Everything but sex. Kenneth was gay and like many gay men very attractive and desirable. Kenneth was also a black man. Kristina had tried many times to lure Kenneth into having sex but she was always rebuffed. Never any hard feelings on either side just an impasse that couldn’t be conquered. She loved him despite not being able to fuck him and sometimes wondered if it was maybe better to have a non fuckable friend. Sometimes sex gets complicated.

Kristina explained her favor. They discussed it for some time and finally Kenneth agreed to help her out. She was relieved. Kenneth had always been there for her but this request was a little over the top.

The next day was uneventful at the office. Kristina was a little nervous and kept to herself. Just before quitting time she made her way to the HR department.

When she got home she busied herself in preparing for her night with Phil. She didn’t dress up and just wore jeans and an open neck blouse. She focused more on loading up a gym bag with a number of items she had purchased over the past couple of days. She also included her video camera and a collapsible tripod. Kink deserved to be preserved on a video she thought to herself.

Kristina arrived at Phil’s apartment at exactly seven as they had agreed. He rang her in and she took the elevator up to his floor. He met her at the door and she could tell that he was disappointed that she hadn’t worn something sexy.

“Didn’t see the point in getting all dressed up when we’ll be naked in a few minutes,” she said casually to the unasked question. “Brought along a few toys for us to play with,” she said confidently as she motioned to her gym bag.

Phil smiled. This was going to be better than he had originally thought.

“Come on in. The food just arrived and it looks delicious as do you.”

Kristina quickly scooted past Phil avoiding the expected kiss and headed to his kitchen/dining room and plunked her bag down on the floor. The takeout was sitting on the kitchen island and it smelled good.

“What do you have in your kink bag?” asked Phil as he bent down and opened the zipper.

“Just some items that I thought could enhance our time tonight,” responded Kristina.

Phil saw some rope, a flogger, a leather paddle, a dildo and the camera and tripod.

“Looks interesting except for the camera. I don’t want any filming. You have to be careful nowadays.”

“That’s fine. Just thought we might want to preserve our time on video but if you have a problem with that it won’t happen. Let’s have some of this scrumptious food and discuss how we want the night to play out.”

Kristina was surprised how confident she felt. She felt in control which was critical for the success of the evening.

They peeled off the aluminum foil from the containers of food. Both dug in and savoured the spicy Indian food.

Kristina took the lead.

“I’m into bondage with a little light impact play. Nothing that leaves marks but hard enough to feel the burn. I have discovered that I prefer taking the dominant role rather than being the submissive. But, I can do submissive if the mood is right. I find that if I start out as the dom I can sometimes transition to the sub later in the play.”

Phil was a little taken aback at Kristina’s knowledge of the kink world but pleased at the same time. The thought of smacking her around really aroused him. They continued talking and eating until they both were full.

Kristina went to the kitchen sink and washed her hands as Phil cleared the table. She then unbuttoned her blouse and threw it over the back of a chair. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She approached Phil in her best ‘I am in charge’ manner and began undressing him.

“I want to start by flogging your naked ass. I am already wet just thinking about it!” she said in her best seductive voice. She continued undressing Phil. She was relieved that he was being compliant. She noticed that he stared at her swaying breasts while she stripped off the remainder of his clothes.

“Do you enjoy having your breasts flogged?” he asked her rather tentatively.

Kristina hesitated not entirely sure how she should play this, then replied, “I love having my tits thrashed. Sometimes I can even come from just the right amount of breast play. What about you, do you like having this big dick of yours slapped around?” she asked as she cupped his cock and balls in her hand and squeezed.

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she dragged him over to the dining room table by his balls. She positioned him at the end of the table and pushed him down so he was laying face down on the table with his feet still on the floor. She knew this was a critical time in her plan so she decided to make it more exciting for him in the hope that he would continue to follow her lead. She stood directly behind him and ran her nails down his back and his ass. She then slapped his ass.

Phil grunted with each slap but didn’t attempt to stop her.

Kristina then forced his legs apart and grabbed his balls. She slid down to her knees and ran her tongue over his ass as she continued to massage his balls. She could see that he was becoming aroused so she grabbed onto his dick and began slowly stroking it. She then surprised herself by plunging her wet tongue into his ass crack and licking at his asshole.

Phil was rock hard now and moaning with every lick of his ass.

“Stay put and I promise you there is more good stuff to come,” she commanded as she made her way over to the gym bag and dragged it over to the table. She reached inside and pulled out several strands of rope. ‘Almost there,’ she thought to herself, ‘don’t fuck it up’.

Kristina returned to her knees with a length of rope in each hand. She was uncertain as to how he would react to being tied to the table. To give him some additional assurances she once again plunged her face into his ass and pushed her tongue into his anus. It had the desired effect.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk! That feels good!”

Kristina quickly wrapped one rope around the table leg and Phil’s leg and tied a knot. She repeated the same on the other leg. As she stood up she ran her hand up the back of his legs and grabbed his balls and gave a squeeze. Harder this time. He grunted. She then grabbed two more lengths of rope and went to the other end of the table. She slipped a rope around one wrist and tied it firmly to a table leg. She repeated the same for his other wrist.

Kristina let out a big sigh of relief. She had accomplished the critical phase one of her plan and now knew that the subsequent phases would go as planned. She retrieved her phone from her back pants pocket and sent a text to Kenneth. She knew it would take him about fifteen minutes to get to Phil’s place and she decided to make the most of this time.

Kristina reached into the gym bag and pulled out the flogger. She was in no hurry and wanted to relish the time she had with this asshole who was now totally under her control. She began with light swishes over his back and ass. He squirmed with the sensual touch of the flogger. Then she moved to gentle strokes with the flogger.

“You enjoy that big boy?” she asked coyly.

“Yes, it feels sexy. You can go a little harder if you want,” responded Phil with anticipation in his voice.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will.”

This poor sap doesn’t know what a predicament he is in she thought to herself.

She started flogging his back, ass and legs harder. Her strokes came faster and at greater intensity. His skin was turning a nice shade of red as the flogging continued.

“Okay, I am getting a little sore. Maybe back off a bit.”

“Right,” responded Kristina as she increased the tempo and force of the flogger.

“Enough!”, yelled Phil. “I told you that I am getting sore.”

“I heard you asshole,” was Kristina’s reply as she put all her strength behind her strokes.

“Stop it you crazy bitch, you’re hurting me!” Phil yelled. “I’ve had enough, untie me now!”

Kristina laid the flogger down and went to the head of the table. She grabbed Phil by the hair and yanked his head up. They were eye to eye.

“What’s the matter. Is somebody hurting you and won’t stop when you ask them to? Sound familiar? Like when you rammed your cock into my ass when I said no!” spat Kristina. It was at that moment that Phil recognized that this was not a play session. She could see it in his eyes as the realization that this was payback clicked in his mind.

Kristina let go of his hair and his head crashed down nose first onto the table. She thought that she heard a slight cracking noise as his nose met the table. She returned to the gym bag and retrieved the leather paddle. She went back to the head of the table so he could see the new implement of his ‘pleasure’.

She ran the paddle across his back and down his ass. She could see Phil’s body tensing in expectation of what was to come and she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Thwack! She brought the paddle down hard on his ass cheeks.

“Owwww! Shit woman that hurts. Untie me now and we can forget that this ever happened.”

“But I don’t want to forget this. I have been looking forward to it for days,” replied Kristina as she brought the paddle down hard again on his ass. His colour of his ass had changed from the light red from the flogger to bright red from the paddle. She moved from his ass to the back of his thighs. Each thwack of the paddle resulted in a scream from the restrained man. Kristina misjudged one of her strokes and caught the back of his balls with the tip of the paddle. Phil was now pulling on his restraints in an attempt to escape. Unsure of her knots, Kristina went to all four corners of the table to ensure that this sack of shit was firmly tied down.

The entry buzzer went off.

Phil looked up expectantly and hopefully.

“Don’t worry lover, I’ll get that for you.”

She picked up the entry phone to confirm that it was Kenneth and buzzed him in. She then waited by the door and when she heard the knock opened it to greet her friend. She was still naked from the waist up.

“Glad you could make it,” greeted Kristina.

Kenneth froze for a minute. Although he had been close to Kristina for years he had never seen her bare breasts.

“Quit gawking you pervert and get in here before the neighbors see us,” she said teasingly.

The door closed and they kissed which was their usual greeting.

“Been awhile since you’ve seen boobs I’m guessing. Thanks again for helping me out with my little problem. I hope you get as much enjoyment out of it as I am.”

“Time to put on your mask.” She watched as Kenneth struggled to pull a ski mask over his bald head. “Also, leave your t-shirt on. A disappointment for me as I love your big black chest but we don’t want your tattoos giving away your identity.”

She led Kenneth down the hallway to the dining room. Phil turned his head and looked up at the stranger with Kristina.

“This is the piece of shit I was telling you about. His name is Phil and he is enjoying our playtime.”

Kenneth could tell by the welts on the man’s back, ass and legs that it was unlikely he was feeling much joy.

“Who the fuck is this? Tell this crazy bitch to untie me right now!” screamed Phil.

“No can do,” said Kenneth in a soft voice.

“Do me a favor love and dig the tripod and camera out of that gym bag and set them up while I find something to stuff in this bastards mouth. His whining is annoying me.”

Kristina headed for Phil’s bedroom and began rummaging through his drawers. She found a gym sock which she thought would do the trick. She also discovered a stock of condoms and boner pills in the drawer of his bedside table.

She went back out to the dining room and was pleased to see that Kenneth had set up the tripod and camera. Phil was jabbering at him but Kenneth was ignoring the noise.

Kristina went to the fridge and got a bottle of water and went back to the table. She laid out two condoms and two boner pills plus the sock. She grabbed Phil by the hair and yanked his head up.

“You must be thirsty after all the yelling. I am going to stuff a sock in your mouth to shut you up but thought that you might want a drink first. I also brought you a boner pill. When I let you loose I might want you to fuck me and it would be nice if you were nice and hard. Phil stared at her with a confused look. Could this all be play time after all? If so, how does the masked man fit in. Phil couldn’t see a downside so he opened his mouth and Kristina placed the pill inside. She then managed to tilt the water bottle enough so that she could get enough into his mouth. Phil swallowed the pill and the water.

“Good boy. Now open up while I stuff your mouth with this sock so we can have some peace and quiet,” instructed Kristina.

Phil resisted so Kristina grabbed him by the hair again, lifted his head as high as she could and crashed it down onto the top of the table. She heard another crunching noise as his nose struck the table.

“Ouch,” exclaimed Kenneth.

“I am sure your nose is already broken but I can keep doing this until it is little more than crumpled cartilage. Your choice asshole,” hissed Kristina.

All thoughts of fucking this lady now vanished from Phil’s mind. He knew he was in trouble and opened his mouth and let Kristina stuff the entire sock into his mouth. She again banged his nose down on the table.

“Let me show you what I was doing before you arrived,” Kristina said to Kenneth. She picked up the paddle and swirled it around the red ass of her captive. Then she lifted it high and brought it down with a furiousness that startled Kenneth and obviously hurt Phil. The crack sound as the leather met skin was very loud. Phil’s muffled cries through the sock in his mouth were still audible but much subdued. Kristina repeated the hard swats one after another moving from one cheek to another then down his legs and up onto his back. She was beating this man like a woman possessed. Phil was writhing on the table in agony.

“Be a sweetheart and record this for me would you please. And help yourself to that other boner pill if you want. The harder the better I always say.”

“You bet. And, remind me to never cross you,” said Kenneth as he popped the pill into his mouth and washed it down with the remaining water.

Kenneth started filming the man bound to the table. He obviously didn’t envy the man but he had to admit that he found it arousing to watch a topless, petite woman strongly dominate a helpless man tied to a table.

Kristina switched back to the flogger but this time there were no gentle strokes. She used her entire strength with every stroke and there wasn’t one spot of the man’s back, ass and legs that escaped the tentacles of the leather flogger. Phil was sobbing uncontrollably and Kristina was wet with perspiration. She then moved to the foot of the table between Phil’s spread legs and began flogging his hanging balls and cock using an upward stroke. With each strike Phil clenched his ass and stood on his toes. Kristina found this amusing and very satisfying. Kenneth followed Kristina’s every stroke with the camera and included a number a face shots which vividly displayed his agony.

She laid the flogger down and ran her hands over the bound man’s bottom and back. His red skin was hot to her touch. She let her hands run down the back of his legs and then up the inside of his legs. She grabbed his hanging ball sack and gave it a massage. She then grabbed his dangling cock and began stroking it. She noticed that Kenneth was filming over her shoulder. She continued stroking until she could feel a firmness developing in his cock.

“Men are amazing. Tied to a table with a crazy woman whipping you hard enough to make you cry and you can still find time to get an erection,” said Kristina as she grabbed Phil’s balls again and gave them a hard squeeze. Phil’s squirmed on the table and emitted a muffled scream. She then went back to stroking his cock until it eventually became a full pill induced hard-on. She stood up suddenly and bumped into Kenneth who had been right behind her with the camera.

“Sorry luv, time to move onto phase two of this delicious plan of mine. Put the camera onto the tripod and take off your pants.” Kenneth screwed the camera firmly to the tripod, aimed it at the squirming man on the table, shimmied out his pants and laid them over the back of one of the dining room chairs. He then stripped off his tight boxer shorts and threw them on top of his pants. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable as he had never exposed himself to Kristina before. His thick black cock hung down between his large thighs. He began to slowly stroke it.