His Rough Treatment : First Timers 6 (Rough Sex Erotica Virgin Erotica First Time Erotica BDSM Erotica Age Gap Erotica Alpha Male Erotica): First Timers, #6

By Tori Westwood

First times are supposed to be memorable – and this one certainly was!  Most people don't lose their virginity to their own boss, but then most people aren't sex-starved little harlots like myself.  Read how I beg for Mr. Martin and wind up getting more than I bargained for in his office.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Sep 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386631941

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Get on your knees, he said, and it sounded like an order.

I did as commanded, my legs stifled slightly by the tight pencil-skirt that I’d worn so Mr. Martin would take me more seriously.

He walked forwards with his cock wielded and it was immediately obvious that it was only going to wind up in one place.  I’d been so stoic in my chastity that I’d never even sucked a cock before, but I’d seen it enough of it on the naughty videos that Mr. Martin so clearly enjoyed.

I didn’t exactly have the time to prepare as he walked closer.  I opened my mouth timidly, but he had other ideas.  Turns out, Mr. Martin likes it rough.

He grabbed the bun of hair at the back of my head and pulled it back.  As I opened my mouth to let out a yelp he pushed his cock into it, slipping it straight to the back of my throat in very quick fashion indeed.

Hmmphh, was all I could muster as I felt his thickness drive into my throat.  My eyes bulged and became shrink-wrapped in tears.

That’s it, you dirty bitch, he said with a snarl, and I realized there was a hidden side to him that I was only now discovering.

I slapped at his thigh and pulled back, but he kept me there just long enough for my face to begin to turn red.

Finally he moved back and I gasped a breath, staring forward in disbelief and watching my spit string from the tip of his dangerous weapon.

Jerk it now, he said and he lifted my arm and put my hand on him.

I gripped his girth and it looked even bigger in my small hands.  I brought my other hand to it too and lined them up along him,