Submissive Salmon

Renna left you several shades. You eye a pretty carmine color labeled Submissive Salmon. You carefully paint your lips. You pucker them. Amazed at how good you look.

“Mom, are you going to work?”

Work you need to hurry or you’ll be late. Curtiss might punish you. The thought makes you shiver. You rush out the door, eager to make it to the lab.

You walk into the lobby and admire the physique of the security guard. His muscles bulge and you’re willing to bet he could toss you around like a rag doll.

You walk by quickly and enter the elevator, indulging yourself in a little security guard bondage fantasy as you head up. The elevator dings and you almost miss your floor.

You step out to a waiting Curtiss.

He grins at you. “I love that shade of lipstick on you, Wendy.”

He steps toward you and grabs you by the hair. You love his aggressiveness. You feel your sex moisten.

“Now, Wendy, I’m going to bang you and make you my little fucktoy.”

You are so aroused you can only nod. He tears off your dress and drops his pants. Like his large muscular frame, his cock impresses.

He throws you across the reception dress and parts your sex. He holds you down and plunges into you again and again. You orgasm. He doesn’t stop and you find yourself coming again. You want it to go on forever. You feel him cum.

He pulls out of you. “Very nice, pet.”

You turn and begin sucking his cock, tasting his juices mixed with yours. He lets you continue for a bit. Then grabs you by the hair.

“Enough, ****. I have a gift for you.”

He hands you a box. Inside is a piece of lingerie made entirely of leather straps.

“Put it on.”

You slide it on, feeling sexier than you ever have.

He grabs you by one of the straps. The control he has over your body makes you hot.

“Now, Wendy, are you ready to be my little sex ****?”