Deeper -The Boss’s Steamy Roleplay Part 2

Welcome readers.  If you haven’t already experienced the sizzling journey of Dominated by the Boss – Part 1, then you’re in for a treat. In this tale of corporate seduction and intimate power play, you’ll find yourself irresistibly drawn into a web of desire and lust. Get ready to delve into a story where a powerful boss takes control in the most sensual of ways.

“Good whore,” he laughed as he pushed the whole length into my throat, deaf to my struggles and choking.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hard dick filling my throat to the brim. 

He started thrusting his hip, pushing inside as hard as he could. I was sure I was going to feel that later, but I still tried to be good for him and didn’t protest. It wasn’t easy, at one point, he grabbed my throat, choking me. I wasn’t sure how to react. On one hand, I was a Domination London escort. So, I should allow him to do whatever he felt like with me. But on the other hand, he was really hurting me at this point. 

A spasm in my pussy stopped my trail of thoughts. It seemed like I was wrong, and I did enjoy that more than I wanted to let him know. Actually, as I was enjoying it so much, I was afraid I will be the one coming first. I started to regret that I only agreed to light BDSM. As much as I enjoyed being dominated like this, his tactic changed again, and now I really couldn’t breathe. I started seeing black spots, when he finally let me go. 

I wanted to take a deep breath, but he grabbed my mouth and kept it shut. 

“You will only breathe when I say so,” he said, as if he could control even that. 

“I… I…” I started to talk, but he interrupted me. 

“Remember who’s in charge here?”

I nodded and he let go out my mouth. This way I could at least take a small, shallow breath. Despite his roughness, he politely waited until I calmed down. 

“Turn around,” he said in the same cold, demanding tone of voice that he was using with me the whole time.

I did as he asked, although quite slowly, because I didn’t want to fall the table. That would be a bad ending of tonight.

He pulled my dress up, and slid down my panties. I gasped, when the cold air touched my wet crotch. What would he think about me getting horny so easily?

“Look who’s a good girl,” he said and gently slapped my pussy, “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, please,” I agreed, arching my back even further.

First, I felt his fingers, gently entering me. It was as if he was checking how tight I was. He didn’t even try to finger me. Only pushed two fingers all inside, and then slowly pulled out.

“Good girl,” he muttered again.

I heard rustling as he had unpacked a condom. Then, the tip of his hard cock tapped against my pussy, making me let out a moan. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, “Do you want to be used like a dirty whore and pumped full of my cum?”

This is why I love being a roleplay escort. Even though I knew he was wearing a condom, the image of him filling me with sperm got imprinted in my brain.

“Yes, please,” I moaned, “Yes, please, please, I’m begging you! Please, boss!”

He finally entered me, and once he did, he started pounding me like the world was ending. Each push was more powerful than the previous one.  His cock was so hard I could barely take it. I was sure I finished first, the problem was, I didn’t know how many times because it was just too much for me. From the time he was slapping my arse, giving me even more sensations. By the time we were done, my legs were shaking, and I could barely remember my name.

“Thank you,” I muttered, still feeling dizzy.

“You’re great at role play,” he complimented me.

“You too,” I laughed and started to dress up.

“Maybe next time, you’d let me be more rough, hm?” he asked, smirking, “I saw how you enjoyed that.”

I blushed, but nodded, not trusting my voice.