I’m a pharma sales rep. It’s a high pressure job. I never thought I’d get into this field, but I stumbled into a job fair during my last year of college. I had been working on a degree in business and wasn’t sure where I was going to go after school. But a sales rep from a big pharma rep drew me in. She said I looked like I fit the mold for a pharma sales rep. I had the look, she said. I am blonde, tall and athletic. I used to run cross country in college and being up at 6 and running for miles paid off. I had the lean body and toned physique of an athlete. I also have clear skin, freckles and that all-American, scrubbed look. Apparently, that’s what they were looking for in the pharma world, the rep told me. She invited me to meet for a coffee after our initial meeting and told me more about the program. She also noticed from my physique and my resume, that I was a former athlete. That was a good thing, she said. They looked for former athletes because they had the drive and determination needed to make it in the competitive world of pharma sales.
It sounded interesting, so I agreed to do a two-week training program for people interested in becoming sales reps. The two-week boot camp was held at a local hotel and was very intense. We were taught all kinds of high-pressure sales tactics, such as how to get our foot in the door, make friends with our targets, who were often older, male doctors. One thing I quickly noticed was how several of the trainers were very attractive women. In one-on-one huddles, they frankly told me that a lot of this job was about how you looked. They expected you to use your sexuality to help sell the products. Wear short skirts and push up bras, always wear heels and make sure your lipstick is attractive too, they told me. “Use your natural abilities,” said Patty, a wispy blonde, with heavy make-up and fake boobs.
I began to get the sneaky feeling I was chosen, not for my talent nor marketing abilities, but for the way I looked. Another female veteran of the industry, who had a peroxide blonde dye-job, bright red lipstick and a surgically enhanced bustline, told me bluntly. “Look honey, this job is about getting horny, old men to buy *******. Flash the goods, touch them. Do whatever you have to do to make the sale.”
I began to have some misgivings about the field, but then they told me what the salary was. And suddenly I realized what I could do with a six figure paycheck. That student debt could be whittled away quicker and I could move out of the crowded house I shared with four other struggling college students and get my own place. I could also get rid of the old Camry my parents had handed down to me and get something newer. Preferably something expensive and German, according to the cars the other veteran sales reps drove.
So I stuck with the training program. I attended the classes, got a new wardrobe, with plenty of short skirts and high heels. I also watched YouTube tutorials to fine tune my makeup. Soon I was ready to go. Just think of the money, I told myself.
Pharma sales turned out to be a very demanding job. It’s a lot of hours on the road, a lot of phone calls and a lot of flirting with old doctors. It’s also a lot of pressure from your bosses to hit sales quotas. But I was happy when I saw my first paycheck and was able to replace the Camry with a new BMW coupe. That also helped with my sales image.
But after several months of this I felt exhausted. It was financially rewarding, but draining. I arrived back at home exhausted and would often collapse into bed in my clothes. Weekends would be spent in bed recovering from the exhausting week. And to compound the problem, I started having a hard time sleeping. I guess I was too wound up.
One Friday, I was feeling lonely and tired. But I ****** myself to put on a nice cocktail dress and head out to an industry network function. My bosses had encouraged me to make an appearance. I thought I’d duck in, show my face and duck out. The event was held at the Marriott in the downtown area, which also had an extensive conference center. I slept through the networking event, and when the conference spilled into a cocktail party at the hotel bar, I was first to head to the bar and order a stiff *******. I ordered a Sex on the Beach, and hoped it would wake me up. I sat at the bar, away from the rest of the revelers. I just wanted to down a few drinks then head home and get a few hours of sleep. I looked forward to spending the entire weekend in bed. Be careful what you wish for.
I was deep in my *******, when I heard a voice at my shoulder.
“So what are you drinking?” said the deep voice.
I looked up and saw a broad shouldered, older Black man standing by my side. He wore a sharp gray business suit that had obviously been tailored. He also had on shiny black shoes and a matching belt. His curly hair was flecked with gray, as was his goatee. He looked as if he could have stepped out of GQ. I vaguely remembered him as one of the speakers at the networking event. His speech was something about the importance of diversity in the sales field. However, as I lusted over him, I couldn’t remember the details.
“So what are you drinking?” he said, again.
“Something to take the edge off,” I replied. My voice had a flippant nature to it.
He laughed and ordered two drinks, a wine for him and one for me.
“Well, ******* up,” he said.
He gave me a knowing look, as he sipped on his wine.
“You look like a newbie,” he said.
I laughed. My humor had a bitter tone to it.
“How could you tell?” I said.
“Well,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve seen you at one of these networking gigs. And I can also tell that you look exhausted. I had the same look in my first days.”
“Very astute,” I said.
The sharp-dressed Black man stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
“Hello, my name is Leon,” he said.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Janel. So how long have you been in this business?”
He let out a sigh.
“About 10 years, but it seems twice that length. I can see by that hangdog expression in your eyes, you’re fairly new to the game. I had it during the first couple of months of the business. Let me offer you a piece of unsolicited advice. Don’t let this job consume you. Find ways to blow off steam and most importantly, take care of yourself.”
“Wow, that’s some pretty good advice,” I said. I admired his insight.
“Well, take it from me, the person who’s been in this business for quite a while, it can eat you alive. The money is good, but don’t let it ruin your health. I’ve seen a lot of people burnout and turn to substance abuse, which eventually leads them to be shown the door. You have to find healthy ways to blow off steam.”
“So, you seem like a well-adjusted veteran of this industry. What’s your secret?”
A slow, mysterious smile spread across his face.
“I have my ways of keeping the ******* flowing,” he said.
I cocked my head. “That sounds ominous.”
“Well,” he said. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”
He pulled up a chair next to me. For the next hour, we engaged in a lively conversation about work, education and life in general. I found Leon to be a very engaging person. He was well read, very intelligent and had a playful sense of humor. I was beginning to warm to him and secretly wished he was my boss. Before we knew it, we had gone through about three drinks.
When I finally looked up, I saw the bar was nearly empty. Some of the bar staff were beginning to stack the chairs which is always a sign that you need to leave.
“I can’t believe it has gotten this late,” I said.
“Time flies when you're having fun,” said Leon. “So what are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
I was enjoying myself so much that I didn’t want the night to end. I was also feeling a little bit tipsy and horny too so I felt an adventurous streak running through my body. This gorgeous man in front of me was too good to let go to waste.
“Let’s keep the party going,'' I said. My voice had a suggestive, playful edge to it and I placed my hand on Leon’s firm thigh. He placed his brown hand on my pale, white hand and stroked it. He definitely got the message.
He stared deep into my eyes. I could see there was desire stirring in his dark, brown eyes too.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “I have a room in the hotel. And I think it would be more comfortable there.”
He led me by the hand out of the nearly empty bar and we walked through the lobby to the elevator. Once alone, he stepped close to me until our faces were inches apart and then kissed me slowly. It started softly, but I felt a forcefulness behind those lips. The kiss lingered, and I felt my arm curling behind his head and pulling him closer to me. My other arm curled around his strong neck and pulled him to me. Our lips were entwined and we groped each other's bodies. After several steamy minutes of kissing and groping, he pulled away, looked me in the eye and said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
He didn’t even have to ask me what it was. I knew what he meant.
I stared him directly in the eye and said yes. Throughout college I had always been a good girl. All I did was study and run. But now I was out of college and in this demanding job, all I wanted to do is something that made me forget the week.
The elevator door slid open. I stared down an empty hallway, it was nothing but closed doors and plush carpet. We were all alone. He took my slim, pale hands in his strong, brown ones and led me towards his room. Suddenly the door was flung open and I stared at his plush and characterless hotel room. The room looked pristine, almost too nice to think about what we were about to do to it. Oh yes, it was about to get nasty.
Suddenly I had a knot in my stomach. I said to myself, I’m a good girl, I get straight As. Am I really doing this? Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the frustrating week. But I didn’t care anymore. Tonight was all about fun, I wanted to forget everything else.
He led me into the room and closed the door. Suddenly I could feel him directly behind me. Those strong arms slipped around my tiny waist and I could feel his lips brush up against my neck. The mere touch of his lips sent shivers down my spine.
“Is it okay if I take off your dress,” he said. His deep voice had a husky tone to it.
Of course I said yes. I was so turned on, I couldn’t refuse him.
I heard the rustle of a zipper as he freed me from the confines of my dress. It fell at my feet and I stepped out of it. He turned me around so I was facing him. After eyeing me appreciatively as I stood there in my lacy white, underwear he whispered, “You look gorgeous.”
As I stared into his eyes, I saw a burning lust that I had never seen before. I knew this man wanted me. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss. As we kissed passionately and stood there in the hotel room, I heard the air-conditioning humming in the background. There were some vague sounds of the nightlife on the street below, but all I cared about was the effect of this man's strong lips as they were exploring mine.
We kissed deeply and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. I appreciated his touch on my breasts, my stomach and my thighs. And each time he touched me, I felt my skin tingle. My panties began to feel moist and my loins throbbed with anticipation.
He reached around my back and unclasped my bra allowing my small breasts to roam free. One of his huge hands reached down, cupped my breast and played with the nipple.
I pulled off his jacket and shirt. His crisp, white undershirt barely contained rippling muscles. That was a pleasant surprise. You don’t expect to see a hardbody under the business suit of a corporate executive. And judging by the firmness of the abs, he spent a lot of time in the gym.
Soon he was tugging at my skimpy underwear and slipped it down my body. Now I was naked. Then he was naked before me. Off came the pants and the underwear and there stood a beautiful, black man with a raging hard on that jutted away from his body. Of course, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen a black cock before. I’d seen plenty on the Internet but seeing one in person was something completely different. It looked magnificent; strong, firm and throbbing with life. I quivered in anticipation as I wondered what it would do to me.
He led me to the bed, pushed me down and slowly slipped his throbbing cock into my moist pussy. I enjoyed every inch of it as it slid slowly into my snatch. I let out a low groan as I accepted him into my soft folds.
From the grin on his face, Leon seemed to enjoy watching the experience.
Soon he began to build up a steady rhythm with slow, strong thrusts into my pussy. Every time he thrust into me, I let out a little gasp. Eventually, he began to build up the pace and his thrusts became harder and quicker. I felt myself slowly but steadily reaching the crescendo. Finally, he thrust into me and let out a guttural yelp as he exploded into my dripping pussy.
For the first time in my life, I screamed when I came. I had some orgasms before, but nothing like this. This one pierced me all the way to my soul. It also set off something in my body. And after I came I felt a pulse of energy quivering over me. I had to roll away from him, as I was too sensitive to be touched.
Afterwards, we lay there both breathing heavily. We were also both covered in sweat, as if we just ran a marathon. He let out a soft chuckle.
“Well,” he said. “What just happened there. Don’t tell me that was your first orgasm?
I suddenly started giggling. I guess it was the general euphoria of the moment. I felt I was floating on a cloud of energy and bliss.
“No,” I said. “It’s not my first, but I’ve never had one like that before.”
And I wanted another one.
After a few minutes break, he was hard again. Of course I helped him get there. I had been stroking his dick for the past few minutes, eager to get him inside me again. But he had something different in mind this time.
Leon told me to get on all fours. Then he spread my butt cheeks and slipped his dick deep into my snatch. It felt completely different than the first time. This time he went all the way to the hilt. And from this new position I experienced new more intense feelings. It was almost painful but also pleasurable at the same time. It was a new experience for me because no man had penetrated me that deeply before.
The feeling was so intense that it sucked the air out of me. I wanted to let out a scream but no sound came out. He saw the effect he was having as he thrust into me. And it seemed to intensify his efforts. This was so different from the first time, this was more animalistic and passionate to the point of being almost *******. And the shocking thing was, I liked it.
I noticed that he had grabbed a handful of hair and yanked my head back. All this did was intensify the feeling as he thrust into my tight pussy. It also made the three multiple orgasms I had even better. Eventually, he exploded inside me yet again. We both collapsed on the bed next to each other in a heaping mess of sweat, cum and body heat.
We both said nothing for a while until we got our breath back.
Finally he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry about that if it was a little bit too intense. I kind of got carried away.”:
“There’s no need to apologize,” I said.
I blushed. “I have never done that before.”
The curious smile played across his face again.
“Really?” he said. “I guess, we’ll have to do something about that.”
I ended up spending the whole night with him. We fucked about three more times. And then he woke me up to enjoy his morning wood and another full body orgasm. But the next day was Saturday, so I got up at the crack of dawn, kissed Leon goodbye, put on my shades and quickly slipped through the hotel so nobody could see me doing the walk of shame. I arrived back at my apartment at around eight in the morning. I felt tired, bruised and happy all at the same time. It was the same high you get from coming back from a long run. I guess those endorphins also kick in after sex too. I took a long, soothing soak in the tub. Afterwards I wrapped myself in a fluffy bathrobe, put on a T-shirt and slept until 4 in the afternoon. My pussy still throbbed from last night's activities, but it brought a smile to my face. I guess the sex must’ve been that good. And it was something I hadn’t had in a long while.
I spent the rest of Saturday laying around the house in my underwear. I felt something different in me. I felt peaceful and serene. My work worries had faded away.
On Sunday night I got a call from Leon.
“I just called to see how you’re doing,” he said.
“I’m doing surprisingly well,” I said.
“That’s good.”
There was silence. Then I blurted out, “I don’t know what you did to me, but I’ve never felt that way before. Is it usually this intense?
There was silence on the other end of the phone, then a soft laugh.
“Well, I do my best but it’s not always that intense.”
I blushed on my end of the phone. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this. But I think you did something to me. I just feel different, and I think I can tackle work again.”
“Well, I’ve seen this before. The only thing different is that you let go and gave into your desires. And apparently that allowed you to have a full-body orgasm. You released all that work stress, and now you’re rearing to go.”
“So, is that the secret to making it in this business?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But it seems to work for me. Maybe the something to be said for sexual healing after a stressful week in the rat race. Work hard, play hard.”
There was silence as his suggestion hung in the air. He continued.
“Well, I didn’t want to scare you away. But it seems that you enjoyed our last experience. So, my more unusual habits didn’t frighten you too much.”
“Yes,” I said curiously, wondering where this was going.
“So would you like to do it again?”
“Of course I would.”
“Well, I’m a Dom and into BDSM. That’s why I pulled on your hair. I was afraid it was going to frighten you, but you seem to get into it. Would you like to explore more?”
I thought about this for a while. The only thing I’d seen about BDSM was in porn movies and it always looks so corny and kind of creepy too. But, I was curious. That night had been so intense, and I wanted to experience that feeling again. Maybe there was something to this and it couldn’t hurt to try. Or maybe it would? Was there really something to that John Mellencamp song, “Hurts So Good?” But I got a good feeling from Leon. He seemed trustworthy and always treated me respectfully. He only became an ******* when his clothes came off.
I returned to work feeling completely different. The sex had rejuvenated me. It was like my first day on the job. Suddenly, I had taken a completely new approach to the workplace. I no longer feared going out on those draining sales meetings. I was able to put on a smile and flirt with the old, horny doctors to get them to buy the latest *******.
The weekend sexual healing had filled me up and left me ready to attack the workplace. But it didn't last. As the week drew to a close on Thursday, I felt myself crashing. Somehow, I struggled through Friday with a smile plastered on my face. I got into robot mode, and just went through the paces. What kept me going was the anticipation of meeting Leon later in the evening.
I must admit that I was secretly excited about exploring BDSM with him. It was so out of the ordinary and out of my window of expectation that it piqued my interest. None of my friends were into BDSM. Or maybe they were, and just didn’t tell me. I guess it wasn’t the kind of thing you talked about unless you were in that scene.
But, I had so many questions. Was it going to hurt? Would it leave me sticky and sore? The thought of that made by kitty tingle. I slipped away into the bathroom and fingered my wet pussy until I came. That buoyed me through the day and I eagerly awaited the night’s events.
After work, I drove home showered and changed into a form-hugging minidress. I was a little flustered about what to wear because it was my first BDSM session. What does one wear to one of these things, I thought as I pulled on a thong. Maybe I should have worn something leather?
I drove over to Leon’s house. He met me at the door in slacks and a silk shirt. Even casually dressed, he exuded sexuality. I felt myself starting to get wet in the crotch in anticipation of the night's events. He kissed me on the lips and led me into the house. The lights were dimmed and jazz music was playing in the background. It all seemed very soothing and welcoming.
He offered me some wine and we settled down on the couch. We've briefly bullshitted about work, clients and deadlines. Finally, Leon put his strong hands on my lips and said,"Enough about work. This is the weekend, let's leave that all behind."
His finger lingered on my lips then traced down my neck, finally settling my cleavage. I quivered in anticipation; he was really lighting my fires.
"Shall we get down to business?" said Leon. His mouth twitched with a slightly sinister smile.
I nodded silently.
But that wasn't good enough for Leon.
“No, I want you to answer me with an affirmative yes."
“Yes," I said.
Before we started, Leon also made me agree on a safe word to be used if I was in pain. I chose BMW, because it was the first thing that came to mind.
He then led me into the bedroom, where the lights had been dimmed. However, the jazz still played in the background. It was a very seductive atmosphere. He told me to take off my clothes and I disrobed in front of him. Then Leon asked me if he could put a blindfold on me. I agreed. I closed my eyes and felt a soft, black mask covering my eyes. Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable. I couldn't see, but I felt his presence. It was strange, but left in the room in complete darkness, I became acutely aware of everything around me. The music became more intense, I could hear Leon's breathing and even his footsteps on the carpet as he approached me.
I felt him walk up behind me and whisper in my ear, "How do you like it so far,"
"It's exciting, the anticipation is driving me crazy…"
"See, you're getting the hang of it real quick."
I felt his breath on my neck. He kissed me with his strong but supple lips. He traced his lips from my neck to my shoulders and all the way down my back. He finally ended with a gentle kiss on my butt. I twitched in shock because no one had kissed me there before.
Then I heard him open a bottle and start spreading massage lotion on my butt. At least I thought it was massage lotion. Whatever it was, it felt warm and wet. Again, this was something new for me. This was turning out to be a night of firsts! But it was pleasing, if somewhat taboo. I felt his strong hands massaging my flesh until I felt like jelly under his touch. Each stroke was adding to my pleasure. I felt myself starting to get very wet, in anticipation of what was going to come.
Suddenly he stopped.
"Get on your knees." He commanded. I followed his instructions. Then he was behind me.
"Is it okay if I handcuff you?" he asked.
"Yes," I said softly.
So there I was, kneeling naked and handcuffed on the floor in the pitch black. For a moment, I wondered how did I get here? A few weeks ago, my life was boring and mundane. But not anymore. I totally forgot about the office. It was defintely a first for me. I had done some crazy things in my life, but nothing like this out there before. And the crazy thing about it was that I was having the time of my life. I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
Leon commanded me to open my mouth. I waited for several minutes wondering what I was going to receive. I soon felt something warm and firm slide into my mouth. From the familiar taste I knew it was Leon's dick. But this time I didn’t give him an ordinary blow job. Sucking Leon off on my knees in the dark just made it even more erotic.
I spent at least five minutes sucking and licking his wonderful cock. And after a few minutes I knew he was getting close. Those guttural moans and that grunting signified what was going to come next. And soon he rewarded me with a huge gush of warm cum. I knelt there wondering what was going to come next.
But Leon had yet another surprise. After he offered me water and commanded me to *******, I felt something soft and warm being attached to my neck.
"This is a slave collar I bought just for you," said Leon. His voice was firm and commanding, just like his dick. "What is a slave say about the gift?"
"Thank you, sir."
Finally the mask came off and he led me, with my collar attached to a dainty, silver chain, to the bedroom. Then the mask went on again and Leon commanded me to get on my knees and put my butt in the air. My hands were still cuffed behind my back. It was all deliciously kinky and twisted, but it turned me on.
I was left there in that vulnerable position for several minutes. Then I felt Leon's cock slide into my pussy. He slipped in smoothly since I was so wet from the night's torment. I let out a gasp of pleasures as he entered me. As he fucked me, he yanked the chain around my neck and lightly pulled by hair. Oh, it was such torment and pleasure at the same time. I've never felt so aroused before and quickly twisted through two back-to-back orgasms. Leon briefly stopped to give me a rest before he was pounding on my pussy again and squeezing out another orgasm. And that was how the night proceeded. I eventually lost count of how many times I came.
Eventually, Leon uncuffed me, took off the collar and we had sex the conventional way. But something was different; it just felt plain. I think he corrupted me and got me used to BDSM sex.
Now we meet every weekend for BDSM and sex. Leon has quite the creative mind. He's introduced me to several other toys such as ball gags, whips, paddles and leg spreaders.If you don't know what that is, look it up. We’ve even attended some BDSM clubs and parties. It definitely helps me get through the week. I know I can endure five days of bullshit, if I have some earth shattering-sex waiting for me at the end of the week.
It sounded interesting, so I agreed to do a two-week training program for people interested in becoming sales reps. The two-week boot camp was held at a local hotel and was very intense. We were taught all kinds of high-pressure sales tactics, such as how to get our foot in the door, make friends with our targets, who were often older, male doctors. One thing I quickly noticed was how several of the trainers were very attractive women. In one-on-one huddles, they frankly told me that a lot of this job was about how you looked. They expected you to use your sexuality to help sell the products. Wear short skirts and push up bras, always wear heels and make sure your lipstick is attractive too, they told me. “Use your natural abilities,” said Patty, a wispy blonde, with heavy make-up and fake boobs.
I began to get the sneaky feeling I was chosen, not for my talent nor marketing abilities, but for the way I looked. Another female veteran of the industry, who had a peroxide blonde dye-job, bright red lipstick and a surgically enhanced bustline, told me bluntly. “Look honey, this job is about getting horny, old men to buy *******. Flash the goods, touch them. Do whatever you have to do to make the sale.”
I began to have some misgivings about the field, but then they told me what the salary was. And suddenly I realized what I could do with a six figure paycheck. That student debt could be whittled away quicker and I could move out of the crowded house I shared with four other struggling college students and get my own place. I could also get rid of the old Camry my parents had handed down to me and get something newer. Preferably something expensive and German, according to the cars the other veteran sales reps drove.
So I stuck with the training program. I attended the classes, got a new wardrobe, with plenty of short skirts and high heels. I also watched YouTube tutorials to fine tune my makeup. Soon I was ready to go. Just think of the money, I told myself.
Pharma sales turned out to be a very demanding job. It’s a lot of hours on the road, a lot of phone calls and a lot of flirting with old doctors. It’s also a lot of pressure from your bosses to hit sales quotas. But I was happy when I saw my first paycheck and was able to replace the Camry with a new BMW coupe. That also helped with my sales image.
But after several months of this I felt exhausted. It was financially rewarding, but draining. I arrived back at home exhausted and would often collapse into bed in my clothes. Weekends would be spent in bed recovering from the exhausting week. And to compound the problem, I started having a hard time sleeping. I guess I was too wound up.
One Friday, I was feeling lonely and tired. But I ****** myself to put on a nice cocktail dress and head out to an industry network function. My bosses had encouraged me to make an appearance. I thought I’d duck in, show my face and duck out. The event was held at the Marriott in the downtown area, which also had an extensive conference center. I slept through the networking event, and when the conference spilled into a cocktail party at the hotel bar, I was first to head to the bar and order a stiff *******. I ordered a Sex on the Beach, and hoped it would wake me up. I sat at the bar, away from the rest of the revelers. I just wanted to down a few drinks then head home and get a few hours of sleep. I looked forward to spending the entire weekend in bed. Be careful what you wish for.
I was deep in my *******, when I heard a voice at my shoulder.
“So what are you drinking?” said the deep voice.
I looked up and saw a broad shouldered, older Black man standing by my side. He wore a sharp gray business suit that had obviously been tailored. He also had on shiny black shoes and a matching belt. His curly hair was flecked with gray, as was his goatee. He looked as if he could have stepped out of GQ. I vaguely remembered him as one of the speakers at the networking event. His speech was something about the importance of diversity in the sales field. However, as I lusted over him, I couldn’t remember the details.
“So what are you drinking?” he said, again.
“Something to take the edge off,” I replied. My voice had a flippant nature to it.
He laughed and ordered two drinks, a wine for him and one for me.
“Well, ******* up,” he said.
He gave me a knowing look, as he sipped on his wine.
“You look like a newbie,” he said.
I laughed. My humor had a bitter tone to it.
“How could you tell?” I said.
“Well,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve seen you at one of these networking gigs. And I can also tell that you look exhausted. I had the same look in my first days.”
“Very astute,” I said.
The sharp-dressed Black man stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
“Hello, my name is Leon,” he said.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Janel. So how long have you been in this business?”
He let out a sigh.
“About 10 years, but it seems twice that length. I can see by that hangdog expression in your eyes, you’re fairly new to the game. I had it during the first couple of months of the business. Let me offer you a piece of unsolicited advice. Don’t let this job consume you. Find ways to blow off steam and most importantly, take care of yourself.”
“Wow, that’s some pretty good advice,” I said. I admired his insight.
“Well, take it from me, the person who’s been in this business for quite a while, it can eat you alive. The money is good, but don’t let it ruin your health. I’ve seen a lot of people burnout and turn to substance abuse, which eventually leads them to be shown the door. You have to find healthy ways to blow off steam.”
“So, you seem like a well-adjusted veteran of this industry. What’s your secret?”
A slow, mysterious smile spread across his face.
“I have my ways of keeping the ******* flowing,” he said.
I cocked my head. “That sounds ominous.”
“Well,” he said. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”
He pulled up a chair next to me. For the next hour, we engaged in a lively conversation about work, education and life in general. I found Leon to be a very engaging person. He was well read, very intelligent and had a playful sense of humor. I was beginning to warm to him and secretly wished he was my boss. Before we knew it, we had gone through about three drinks.
When I finally looked up, I saw the bar was nearly empty. Some of the bar staff were beginning to stack the chairs which is always a sign that you need to leave.
“I can’t believe it has gotten this late,” I said.
“Time flies when you're having fun,” said Leon. “So what are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
I was enjoying myself so much that I didn’t want the night to end. I was also feeling a little bit tipsy and horny too so I felt an adventurous streak running through my body. This gorgeous man in front of me was too good to let go to waste.
“Let’s keep the party going,'' I said. My voice had a suggestive, playful edge to it and I placed my hand on Leon’s firm thigh. He placed his brown hand on my pale, white hand and stroked it. He definitely got the message.
He stared deep into my eyes. I could see there was desire stirring in his dark, brown eyes too.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “I have a room in the hotel. And I think it would be more comfortable there.”
He led me by the hand out of the nearly empty bar and we walked through the lobby to the elevator. Once alone, he stepped close to me until our faces were inches apart and then kissed me slowly. It started softly, but I felt a forcefulness behind those lips. The kiss lingered, and I felt my arm curling behind his head and pulling him closer to me. My other arm curled around his strong neck and pulled him to me. Our lips were entwined and we groped each other's bodies. After several steamy minutes of kissing and groping, he pulled away, looked me in the eye and said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
He didn’t even have to ask me what it was. I knew what he meant.
I stared him directly in the eye and said yes. Throughout college I had always been a good girl. All I did was study and run. But now I was out of college and in this demanding job, all I wanted to do is something that made me forget the week.
The elevator door slid open. I stared down an empty hallway, it was nothing but closed doors and plush carpet. We were all alone. He took my slim, pale hands in his strong, brown ones and led me towards his room. Suddenly the door was flung open and I stared at his plush and characterless hotel room. The room looked pristine, almost too nice to think about what we were about to do to it. Oh yes, it was about to get nasty.
Suddenly I had a knot in my stomach. I said to myself, I’m a good girl, I get straight As. Am I really doing this? Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the frustrating week. But I didn’t care anymore. Tonight was all about fun, I wanted to forget everything else.
He led me into the room and closed the door. Suddenly I could feel him directly behind me. Those strong arms slipped around my tiny waist and I could feel his lips brush up against my neck. The mere touch of his lips sent shivers down my spine.
“Is it okay if I take off your dress,” he said. His deep voice had a husky tone to it.
Of course I said yes. I was so turned on, I couldn’t refuse him.
I heard the rustle of a zipper as he freed me from the confines of my dress. It fell at my feet and I stepped out of it. He turned me around so I was facing him. After eyeing me appreciatively as I stood there in my lacy white, underwear he whispered, “You look gorgeous.”
As I stared into his eyes, I saw a burning lust that I had never seen before. I knew this man wanted me. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss. As we kissed passionately and stood there in the hotel room, I heard the air-conditioning humming in the background. There were some vague sounds of the nightlife on the street below, but all I cared about was the effect of this man's strong lips as they were exploring mine.
We kissed deeply and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. I appreciated his touch on my breasts, my stomach and my thighs. And each time he touched me, I felt my skin tingle. My panties began to feel moist and my loins throbbed with anticipation.
He reached around my back and unclasped my bra allowing my small breasts to roam free. One of his huge hands reached down, cupped my breast and played with the nipple.
I pulled off his jacket and shirt. His crisp, white undershirt barely contained rippling muscles. That was a pleasant surprise. You don’t expect to see a hardbody under the business suit of a corporate executive. And judging by the firmness of the abs, he spent a lot of time in the gym.
Soon he was tugging at my skimpy underwear and slipped it down my body. Now I was naked. Then he was naked before me. Off came the pants and the underwear and there stood a beautiful, black man with a raging hard on that jutted away from his body. Of course, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen a black cock before. I’d seen plenty on the Internet but seeing one in person was something completely different. It looked magnificent; strong, firm and throbbing with life. I quivered in anticipation as I wondered what it would do to me.
He led me to the bed, pushed me down and slowly slipped his throbbing cock into my moist pussy. I enjoyed every inch of it as it slid slowly into my snatch. I let out a low groan as I accepted him into my soft folds.
From the grin on his face, Leon seemed to enjoy watching the experience.
Soon he began to build up a steady rhythm with slow, strong thrusts into my pussy. Every time he thrust into me, I let out a little gasp. Eventually, he began to build up the pace and his thrusts became harder and quicker. I felt myself slowly but steadily reaching the crescendo. Finally, he thrust into me and let out a guttural yelp as he exploded into my dripping pussy.
For the first time in my life, I screamed when I came. I had some orgasms before, but nothing like this. This one pierced me all the way to my soul. It also set off something in my body. And after I came I felt a pulse of energy quivering over me. I had to roll away from him, as I was too sensitive to be touched.
Afterwards, we lay there both breathing heavily. We were also both covered in sweat, as if we just ran a marathon. He let out a soft chuckle.
“Well,” he said. “What just happened there. Don’t tell me that was your first orgasm?
I suddenly started giggling. I guess it was the general euphoria of the moment. I felt I was floating on a cloud of energy and bliss.
“No,” I said. “It’s not my first, but I’ve never had one like that before.”
And I wanted another one.
After a few minutes break, he was hard again. Of course I helped him get there. I had been stroking his dick for the past few minutes, eager to get him inside me again. But he had something different in mind this time.
Leon told me to get on all fours. Then he spread my butt cheeks and slipped his dick deep into my snatch. It felt completely different than the first time. This time he went all the way to the hilt. And from this new position I experienced new more intense feelings. It was almost painful but also pleasurable at the same time. It was a new experience for me because no man had penetrated me that deeply before.
The feeling was so intense that it sucked the air out of me. I wanted to let out a scream but no sound came out. He saw the effect he was having as he thrust into me. And it seemed to intensify his efforts. This was so different from the first time, this was more animalistic and passionate to the point of being almost *******. And the shocking thing was, I liked it.
I noticed that he had grabbed a handful of hair and yanked my head back. All this did was intensify the feeling as he thrust into my tight pussy. It also made the three multiple orgasms I had even better. Eventually, he exploded inside me yet again. We both collapsed on the bed next to each other in a heaping mess of sweat, cum and body heat.
We both said nothing for a while until we got our breath back.
Finally he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry about that if it was a little bit too intense. I kind of got carried away.”:
“There’s no need to apologize,” I said.
I blushed. “I have never done that before.”
The curious smile played across his face again.
“Really?” he said. “I guess, we’ll have to do something about that.”
I ended up spending the whole night with him. We fucked about three more times. And then he woke me up to enjoy his morning wood and another full body orgasm. But the next day was Saturday, so I got up at the crack of dawn, kissed Leon goodbye, put on my shades and quickly slipped through the hotel so nobody could see me doing the walk of shame. I arrived back at my apartment at around eight in the morning. I felt tired, bruised and happy all at the same time. It was the same high you get from coming back from a long run. I guess those endorphins also kick in after sex too. I took a long, soothing soak in the tub. Afterwards I wrapped myself in a fluffy bathrobe, put on a T-shirt and slept until 4 in the afternoon. My pussy still throbbed from last night's activities, but it brought a smile to my face. I guess the sex must’ve been that good. And it was something I hadn’t had in a long while.
I spent the rest of Saturday laying around the house in my underwear. I felt something different in me. I felt peaceful and serene. My work worries had faded away.
On Sunday night I got a call from Leon.
“I just called to see how you’re doing,” he said.
“I’m doing surprisingly well,” I said.
“That’s good.”
There was silence. Then I blurted out, “I don’t know what you did to me, but I’ve never felt that way before. Is it usually this intense?
There was silence on the other end of the phone, then a soft laugh.
“Well, I do my best but it’s not always that intense.”
I blushed on my end of the phone. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this. But I think you did something to me. I just feel different, and I think I can tackle work again.”
“Well, I’ve seen this before. The only thing different is that you let go and gave into your desires. And apparently that allowed you to have a full-body orgasm. You released all that work stress, and now you’re rearing to go.”
“So, is that the secret to making it in this business?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But it seems to work for me. Maybe the something to be said for sexual healing after a stressful week in the rat race. Work hard, play hard.”
There was silence as his suggestion hung in the air. He continued.
“Well, I didn’t want to scare you away. But it seems that you enjoyed our last experience. So, my more unusual habits didn’t frighten you too much.”
“Yes,” I said curiously, wondering where this was going.
“So would you like to do it again?”
“Of course I would.”
“Well, I’m a Dom and into BDSM. That’s why I pulled on your hair. I was afraid it was going to frighten you, but you seem to get into it. Would you like to explore more?”
I thought about this for a while. The only thing I’d seen about BDSM was in porn movies and it always looks so corny and kind of creepy too. But, I was curious. That night had been so intense, and I wanted to experience that feeling again. Maybe there was something to this and it couldn’t hurt to try. Or maybe it would? Was there really something to that John Mellencamp song, “Hurts So Good?” But I got a good feeling from Leon. He seemed trustworthy and always treated me respectfully. He only became an ******* when his clothes came off.
I returned to work feeling completely different. The sex had rejuvenated me. It was like my first day on the job. Suddenly, I had taken a completely new approach to the workplace. I no longer feared going out on those draining sales meetings. I was able to put on a smile and flirt with the old, horny doctors to get them to buy the latest *******.
The weekend sexual healing had filled me up and left me ready to attack the workplace. But it didn't last. As the week drew to a close on Thursday, I felt myself crashing. Somehow, I struggled through Friday with a smile plastered on my face. I got into robot mode, and just went through the paces. What kept me going was the anticipation of meeting Leon later in the evening.
I must admit that I was secretly excited about exploring BDSM with him. It was so out of the ordinary and out of my window of expectation that it piqued my interest. None of my friends were into BDSM. Or maybe they were, and just didn’t tell me. I guess it wasn’t the kind of thing you talked about unless you were in that scene.
But, I had so many questions. Was it going to hurt? Would it leave me sticky and sore? The thought of that made by kitty tingle. I slipped away into the bathroom and fingered my wet pussy until I came. That buoyed me through the day and I eagerly awaited the night’s events.
After work, I drove home showered and changed into a form-hugging minidress. I was a little flustered about what to wear because it was my first BDSM session. What does one wear to one of these things, I thought as I pulled on a thong. Maybe I should have worn something leather?
I drove over to Leon’s house. He met me at the door in slacks and a silk shirt. Even casually dressed, he exuded sexuality. I felt myself starting to get wet in the crotch in anticipation of the night's events. He kissed me on the lips and led me into the house. The lights were dimmed and jazz music was playing in the background. It all seemed very soothing and welcoming.
He offered me some wine and we settled down on the couch. We've briefly bullshitted about work, clients and deadlines. Finally, Leon put his strong hands on my lips and said,"Enough about work. This is the weekend, let's leave that all behind."
His finger lingered on my lips then traced down my neck, finally settling my cleavage. I quivered in anticipation; he was really lighting my fires.
"Shall we get down to business?" said Leon. His mouth twitched with a slightly sinister smile.
I nodded silently.
But that wasn't good enough for Leon.
“No, I want you to answer me with an affirmative yes."
“Yes," I said.
Before we started, Leon also made me agree on a safe word to be used if I was in pain. I chose BMW, because it was the first thing that came to mind.
He then led me into the bedroom, where the lights had been dimmed. However, the jazz still played in the background. It was a very seductive atmosphere. He told me to take off my clothes and I disrobed in front of him. Then Leon asked me if he could put a blindfold on me. I agreed. I closed my eyes and felt a soft, black mask covering my eyes. Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable. I couldn't see, but I felt his presence. It was strange, but left in the room in complete darkness, I became acutely aware of everything around me. The music became more intense, I could hear Leon's breathing and even his footsteps on the carpet as he approached me.
I felt him walk up behind me and whisper in my ear, "How do you like it so far,"
"It's exciting, the anticipation is driving me crazy…"
"See, you're getting the hang of it real quick."
I felt his breath on my neck. He kissed me with his strong but supple lips. He traced his lips from my neck to my shoulders and all the way down my back. He finally ended with a gentle kiss on my butt. I twitched in shock because no one had kissed me there before.
Then I heard him open a bottle and start spreading massage lotion on my butt. At least I thought it was massage lotion. Whatever it was, it felt warm and wet. Again, this was something new for me. This was turning out to be a night of firsts! But it was pleasing, if somewhat taboo. I felt his strong hands massaging my flesh until I felt like jelly under his touch. Each stroke was adding to my pleasure. I felt myself starting to get very wet, in anticipation of what was going to come.
Suddenly he stopped.
"Get on your knees." He commanded. I followed his instructions. Then he was behind me.
"Is it okay if I handcuff you?" he asked.
"Yes," I said softly.
So there I was, kneeling naked and handcuffed on the floor in the pitch black. For a moment, I wondered how did I get here? A few weeks ago, my life was boring and mundane. But not anymore. I totally forgot about the office. It was defintely a first for me. I had done some crazy things in my life, but nothing like this out there before. And the crazy thing about it was that I was having the time of my life. I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
Leon commanded me to open my mouth. I waited for several minutes wondering what I was going to receive. I soon felt something warm and firm slide into my mouth. From the familiar taste I knew it was Leon's dick. But this time I didn’t give him an ordinary blow job. Sucking Leon off on my knees in the dark just made it even more erotic.
I spent at least five minutes sucking and licking his wonderful cock. And after a few minutes I knew he was getting close. Those guttural moans and that grunting signified what was going to come next. And soon he rewarded me with a huge gush of warm cum. I knelt there wondering what was going to come next.
But Leon had yet another surprise. After he offered me water and commanded me to *******, I felt something soft and warm being attached to my neck.
"This is a slave collar I bought just for you," said Leon. His voice was firm and commanding, just like his dick. "What is a slave say about the gift?"
"Thank you, sir."
Finally the mask came off and he led me, with my collar attached to a dainty, silver chain, to the bedroom. Then the mask went on again and Leon commanded me to get on my knees and put my butt in the air. My hands were still cuffed behind my back. It was all deliciously kinky and twisted, but it turned me on.
I was left there in that vulnerable position for several minutes. Then I felt Leon's cock slide into my pussy. He slipped in smoothly since I was so wet from the night's torment. I let out a gasp of pleasures as he entered me. As he fucked me, he yanked the chain around my neck and lightly pulled by hair. Oh, it was such torment and pleasure at the same time. I've never felt so aroused before and quickly twisted through two back-to-back orgasms. Leon briefly stopped to give me a rest before he was pounding on my pussy again and squeezing out another orgasm. And that was how the night proceeded. I eventually lost count of how many times I came.
Eventually, Leon uncuffed me, took off the collar and we had sex the conventional way. But something was different; it just felt plain. I think he corrupted me and got me used to BDSM sex.
Now we meet every weekend for BDSM and sex. Leon has quite the creative mind. He's introduced me to several other toys such as ball gags, whips, paddles and leg spreaders.If you don't know what that is, look it up. We’ve even attended some BDSM clubs and parties. It definitely helps me get through the week. I know I can endure five days of bullshit, if I have some earth shattering-sex waiting for me at the end of the week.
