This is a story that has some truth and some fictions see if you can tell the difference.
First a little background, I work in a hospital setting with lots of empty rooms and places to play. The facility I work at always has new students that come to get there medical careers started by doing internships. One of these students has become quit a pain, sometimes we work together on the weekends, and if there is not a lot of patients it can get pretty slow, that's when this whole thing started.
She is about 5 ft 6 with big beautiful eyes and a very lovely set of big breasts. I call her Cat, she is a 23 years old very nice looking and always acted very professional. She is married, I guess she does not see much of her husband because he works and goes to night school. I am 50 years old 5 ft 7 average build who is also married to a wife that is very normal when it comes to sex, nothing out of the ordinary, no porno, and or weird stuff.
This all started one weekend when we were just sitting around talking, and somehow we got started on the subject of sex, and what kinds of things each other liked. That's when I found out that Cat's life was very different from what she portrayed. She started telling stories about her sexual past, and what kinds of things got her excited.
I am sure I stood there with my mouth wide open as she told me about a sexual relationship that involved scratching and slapping. My mind started to race and so did my blood pressure, I could feel my cock start to stir; this was all very new to me, and very exciting. She told me she was felling excited just talking about getting spanked.
I started hoping we would get more time alone so we could do more talking. I am sure she knew she was causing quite a rise every time we talked. One slow day we were sitting around and I asked if I could pull her hair just to see what it felt like, and how hard I could pull.