No, but she needs to know the full story

"I... don't think that's going to be needed," you reply, "she seems to have changed since I last was with her. I guess I never told you guys - or anyone, for that matter - the full story of how we broke up."

Sophia gives you an interested look, which you take as her agreement for you to continue.

"Stop me if I start rambling or going into too much details..."

You find yourself telling Sophia pretty much the whole story of you and Elizabeth, from when you started dating to when things started going a bit crazy. You're pretty sure she already knows half of what you're telling her, but she makes no attempt to interrupt you. You remember how everything started nice and cute. Even in the bedroom, everything was mostly vanilla sex, especially compared to what it later became...

You find yourself standing in front of your bed. On it sit Elizabeth, naked, her hand furiously rubbing her pussy as her eyes are glued on your hardening cock. Her perky tits are bouncing wildly from her masturbating. "Come on, work that dick if you want a reward. I'm not gonna be satisfied by a limp meatstick," she almost yells at you.

You start rubbing your cock harder, concentrating on the fingers going in and out of your girlfriend's pussy. She's become harsher towards you during your most recent sex sessions, but she seems to enjoy it so you don't mind too much.

As your cock becomes rock hard, you see Elizabeth licking her lips. "Hmmmm... Looks like a lucky girl's going to have some fun tonight," she moans. Her hands suddenly leave her slit as she exclaims: "Get your tongue in here, we don't have all night!"

You slowly kneel and dive towards her pussy, though apparently too slowly for your girlfriend as she roughly takes your head in her hands and shoves it straight between her legs. She's surprisingly not that wet, for having masturbated as furiously as she did, but you know all her sensitive spots after a few months with her. You start lapping at her pussy, alternating between the clitoris, some kissing and even some tongue-fucking. Within minutes, her juices are flowing like crazy and she can't stop moaning

"Hnnnnnng, oh god, baby, YES, RIGHT THERE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," you hear her as your work on her triggers an orgasm. You keep gently lapping at her until it's subsides. As soon as Elizabeth regains her senses, she pulls your hair to get you on your feet, and grabs your cock in one of her hands: "Still hard. Good. Get on there, I'm not done with you yet!" She tugs on your dick and your arms until you're sitting on your bed. She straddles you, her pussing hovering right above your dick, so close that you can feel her heat on the tip of it. As you go to grab her hips and lower her, she pushes you back on your bed. You could resist, but instead you let yourself fall back until you're lying down. Your girlfriend looks at you with a severe look: "Naughty boy, trying to surprise me, are you? Whose dick is this?"

"Yours," you reply, as you've recently learned that's what she wanted to hear.

"Good," she continues, "so who decides when this thick, beautiful, hard cock enters me?"

"You do."

As you say that, she smiles approvingly and slowly lowers herself until her vagina is touching your dick. She quietly moans: "Oh god, you're so big... I don't know if you'll fit in my tiny pussy."

You stay quiet, and after a few seconds she finally decides to go for it. In one movement, she completely impales herself on your member. "Oh baby, you're so big, I feel you all the way up inside me. I'm so happy I get this cock to play with whenever I want." As she finishes her sentence, she starts wildly bouncing on your dick. Up, down, up, down, you can barely follow her movement. Her short black hair is blurry from all the rapid movement, and her tits are bouncing in every direction possible. It only takes a few minutes until you feel Elizabeth's pussy starting to quiver. In one last burtal slam, she takes your dick all the way in and starts cumming, incoherently moaning as she does. Coming back to her senses, she slowly rolls off your dick until she's laying beside you in the bed. Looking as your still hard dick, she tells you: "Thanks for the orgasm baby. You have the best dick in the world. Now if you want to cum, you can go in the bathroom and jerk off. I need to sleep."

You're somewhat angry she didn't even try to get you off, but at the same time, she looks happy herself. With a small sigh, you get up, go in the bathroom and start jerking yourself off to memories of Elizabeth, from when your sex life was more... equitable.

You suddenly shake yourself from your memory and realize Sophia is still sitting right next to you, looking at you.

She worriedly says: "Everything ok, John? You looked lost in your thoughts there for a second."

"Yeah, it's fine," you reply, "just thinking back at when everything became fucked up."

You continue your story, describing how Elizabeth became extremely controlling not only in the bedroom, but in all aspects of your life. First, it was wanting access to your calendar, then, she would move things around in it, then set up appointments and more for you. It even got to a point where she was trying to control your money and personal expanses. In the end, it all came to a crash when she tried to prevent you from going to David's birthday because she wanted to go to the movies alone with you. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you broke off with her on the spot.

It did hurt at first, and you mostly missed the early stages of the relationship, but since then, you've been very happy with the freedom being single gave you.

Seeing Elizabeth working here was not only a surprise because she's your ex, but seeing her work in such a naturally submissive position, and even calling you "sir," is at odds to everything you thought she was when she left you.

As you finish your whole story, Sophia looks at you pensively for a minute, before saying: "Thank you for telling me all of that, though maybe some of the sex stuff was uneccesary." She gives you a quick smile. "Honestly, I haven't seen any of the traits you're describing in Elizabeth, in all the time she's been working here. Either she's really good at acting, or she's genuinely comfortable in this job. Woman's instinct tells me it's the second choice, and that she maybe took this job to get closer to you once more. I think you should talk to her when you can. Worst case scenario, my offer to fire her still stands."

You sigh. "Yeah, you're right. I'll face her and try to clarify this whole thing up. Thanks for having my back."

Sophia stands up and gives you a quick hug: "No problem. I'll be in my office grading some tests I gave last week, if you need anything." She then leaves the room and leave you alone with your thoughts and worries.

You sit down by the television and turn it on, but you're not really paying attention, as all your thoughts are focused on the upcoming conversation with your ex-girlfriend. Why is she really here? What changed since she left you? Why come back now?