Another Amazing Day

The next morning, I started to sit down at my desk when my phone sent it's gentle 'ding' letting me know I had a text message. "Come see me as soon as you can." It was from Deckland, my Boss. I had been dreading this all morning. I had mistakenly sent him some extremely personal, erotic videos that were intended for my husband. But Deckland thought I was sending them to him on purpose. So now, I'm about to go into his office and he's going to want to take things further. How could he not? If I was a Dude receiving videos of an attractive woman stripping and masturbating, I would be pretty sure she wanted to fuck.

"Deckland," I started. "You weren't supposed to see those texts; they were for my husband."

He started laughing out loud. "No, really. I thought I was sending them to him, and you had texted me and I stupidly sent them to the last person who sent me a text and my husband asked for those vids and somehow I wasn't thinking because I was horny and I sent them to the wrong person!" Yep, I was gushing out the words faster than I could think of them and hoping it made sense.

"That is fucking hilarious!" He kept laughing. "So, what did he say when you told him you sent them to me instead?"

"I didn't tell him that. If I let him know that happened, I would be toast. Can you imagine what a slut he would think I am? I told him I thought I sent them but never pushed the send button. So, then I sent them last night so he could see them." I was talking more like an immature schoolgirl now than the consummate professional I am. My nerves had taken over and I sounded like an idiot.

"And he believed that shit?"

"Well, yes, of course. He has no reason to not believe me. And to be honest, he loved them and pounded me into the mattress for the rest of the night."

"I'm sure he did. Looking through these videos, you are a hot piece of ass. I knew you looked good in business attire, but hell, I had no idea you were hiding all this under there. I'll bet he enjoyed himself immensely. Now, tell me how he fucked you last night."

"What? No, What the fuck, Deckland. That is out-of-bounds! I'm not going to talk about that, and you are going to be in a fuck ton of trouble if you say something like that again!"

"I hardly think so. I have these texts coming from you that would tell everyone you came on to me. Who is harassing who?" Shit, I was beginning to see his game now. He was going to use the videos to make me tell him about getting fucked.

"Please, Deck, don't do this to me. Please don't" I was hoping my begging would have some effect on him, but apparently, he liked it and it egged him on.

"It will be fun! We had fun yesterday and we can have a little bit more today. Just tell me about getting fucked by your husband last night and things will be fine."

"Dammit, Deckland, I got fucked hard last night. Is that what you want to hear. I got fucked hard and came like fire hydrant."

"That's a good start," he sneered. "Did you suck his cock?"

"Yes, I sucked his cock. I sucked his balls and licked his dick from base to shaft. I looked him in the eyes while I did it and made she I was his slut. He's my husband and I spend a lot of time in cock worship when we are together."

"More," he whispered, "tell me more."

"I massaged his balls while I bobbed my mouth up and down his shaft. Then he took my head and slowly worked his way into my throat. Once there, he let me make the soft gagging sounds that set him off. He'd never hurt me but he loves to hear my choking on his cock. My nose was against his belly and his entire dick was pushing its way deep inside me. He began to pump himself in and out of my throat and my eyes began to water. He would let me up for air every few pumps but slide deep in again. When he does that, I can feel the head of his dick rubbing against the walls of my throat. Slowly and with purpose, he pleasures himself inside me. I put two fingers on his anus and rubbed with a slight pressure until I could slide them inside him. I found his prostate and begin massaging it. With that, he began shooting cum down my throat and into my belly. It was warm and tasted good and it's something I let him do often because I enjoy feeling helpless while he's in my throat."

Deckland was speechless. I wasn't sure if there were beads of sweat on his forehead, but I was sure of the tent in his pants.

"Is that enough, Deck," I asked, "can I go now?"

"Hell, No! You're not going anywhere. I didn't realize you were so nasty. It's good to know I have such a slut working for me. Did he return the favor? Did he eat that tiny pussy I saw in the video? Those plump lips you have are amazing, by the way."

What the fuck was I going to do now? This was so far off the rails that I was just trying to find a way out of the room. He could keep the vids for all I cared. I just wanted to run away and take a long, hot shower to wash off all the creep he was giving me.

"Deckland....."

"NOW!" He demanded. I jumped slightly. His stern voice brought me under his control a little further. "Tell me how he ate your pussy. And while you're telling me, undo the buttons on your blouse and take it off."

"Too Far! Deckland, think before you push any further. This will ruin both of us." I was near tears. But to be honest, I was also starting to dampen my panties. Please, I thought to myself, demand more of me. Control me, please.

"You followed my demands yesterday. You will follow them again today. You like it when I demand favors from you. I can tell that you are a submissive and I'm going to push that button for a while. Now tell me about getting your pussy eaten and slowly take off your blouse while you do it."

My deep blue blouse was not as sheer as yesterday. But it was silk and form fitting and curved around my breasts perfectly to highlight their size. "After I swallowed his cum, he lifted me onto the bed and put one hand under each of my knees." I undid the top button on my blouse and continued, "pushing my knees back, my vagina opened up to him and he began kissing around the edges, up and down." I looked up at Deckland, he had his phone out and was shooting another video of me as I performed for him. My panties dampened even more. I had no idea this kind of thing would turn me on. Staring straight into the camera, I continued my story.

"He began kissing and licking the lips of my pussy and nibbling at them. His tongue slid between them, and he lapped up the juices that were flowing from me." I undid the next button for the camera and pulled my blouse open to reveal the cleavage that was available. Three more buttons to go.

"His fingers opened me up to reveal my swollen clit and he began to manipulate it with his tongue. Then he sucked it into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue. My moans were getting louder now and it was driving him on. I was pushing into his face to get more contact, and my pussy was sloppy wet at this point. All around his cheeks and chin you could see the sheen of my juices. The buildup had started and I was nearing my first orgasm of the night." By now I had undone two more buttons, and my blouse was open to my navel. Playing to the camera I pulled it open around the outside of my bra and Deckland could see my hard nipples pushing through the material. I slid a hand inside each side and lifted my boobs up higher. You could see the upper half of my areolas, their full size being nearly as big as silver dollars.

"Fuck me, Baby, Fuck your slut wife hard. I need that big cock inside me. Make me cum and I am yours forever." I continued the story. "He slid up my body and pushed his dick inside me. I was so wet it went in easily but filled me up perfectly." "Yes, Baby, that's it. Push deeper inside. Own this pussy, Baby, punish it now!" And he did. He began pounding away at me trying to push me through the bed and out the other side. Repeatedly he slammed into me, likely bruising my hips. But I was Cumming constantly now and moaning like the whore he was paying for."

My blouse was completely off now. I was so engrossed in my own memories; I was pushing the straps off of my bra and undid the clasp to remove it completely. I was topless now and Deckland had one hand holding his phone on me and the other stroking his own cock.

"With one final assault, he pounded so quickly that my eyes rolled back into my head, and I went unconscious from the overwhelming orgasm." As I spoke, I was enjoying squeezing my own tits and pulling on my nipples. I had forgotten about Deckland.

"When I came to a few moments later, we lay in our own sweat, cum and exhaustion."

"That's it Deckland. That was me getting fucked by my husband last night. It was supposed to be intimate, but now you've pushed your way into that memory."

He didn't hear a word I said. He was too busy jacking off into a bunch of Kleenex to have heard my final words. When he finished, he had me wipe up his genital area with the tissues and throw it into the trash. The room smelled like my pussy and his cum. I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, my points of my boobs sitting high.

"What now?" I asked. "Where does this go from here. Can we call it done?"

"You're wilder than I ever thought possible, aren't you? I know that you really enjoyed that. Did it make it even more pleasurable knowing I was shooting the whole thing on my phone?"

I hadn't thought about that until he brought it up. "You know, I think it did. Just the whole nasty part of being filmed took it to another level."

"And you're not embarrassed?"

"No, not embarrassed. You've already seen all of me from yesterday, so what's a little more tit? But scared, yes, I think I'm more than a little bit scared. Deckland, this could end my marriage. If my husband ever saw, or even heard, about this. He would leave me in a flat second."

"Then I guess I have something to hold over you," he grinned as he said it.

"Fuck, no, please, no, please don't make it like that. This was fun and you brought out something I didn't even know was in me. I must be an exhibitionist to some extent, but only in front of you so far. It's just something you and I shared at a moment in time. Don't make this into anything more, please."

"I probably have as much to lose as you do. Being your Boss and the owner of my company, I would lose everything I've worked for here. Like you said, this is a lot of fun, and I imagine I will demand more of you in the future. But for now, I think this is it. I will keep these videos and probably jerk off to them more times than you can imagine. How do you feel about that?"

"Well, fuck, it's not something I really want to imagine at all."

"You need to think about. Think about how exciting it would be if other men were watching when we did this."

I froze. "No, no, no, no.... I cannot beg you enough. Please Deck. No other men can see this or me. You know it would blow up on us - and not in a good way like your thinking about me blowing you. No, I know you hold everything over me right now, but don't use what you have. It would not go well for either of us. That's not a threat. I could not hurt you, but you know we would both end up jobless and probably alone."

"What if we had each other though?"

"Stop it now!"

"Beg me to stop. I do like when you beg."

Fuck me again. He was getting horny and thinking with his little head right now. I went down to my knees because I knew he would like that. He had an attractive subordinate, topless and on her knees, begging in front of him. I put one hand on each of his thighs. "Deckland, please, don't push this any further. I know you own me in some ways right now, but please don't ruin us." His dick started to twitch again.

"Ok, then, I'll keep this to myself. You are my little submissive in the office. I won't push it often, but every now and then, yes, I may push that button and you will answer. One more thing. When we are in this office, just you and me, you will call me Daddy."

No fucking way, I thought. Then I thought some more. It kind of sounded fun. "Yes, Daddy, in this office. Good night, Daddy."

He reached into the desk and pulled out an envelope full of money. "Deck, you're not going to pay me like a whore. Please tell me that's not what's happening."

"No my beautiful slut. Here is $1000. Take the afternoon off and spend all of it on new undergarments. Make sure at least half of it is match with garter belts and thigh high stockins. And another portion of it should be panties with lots of little straps that show off you butt crack. Can you do that for Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy, your slut will dress the part under her business attire." I knew that doing this meant he would want to see me in the new lingerie. Once again, my pussy dampened.

I was so fucked. Deckland and I had shared intimate moments that I should only share with my husband. But I liked it! I didn't know how fucked I was right then, but the future would show me just how fucked up I would get.