Mahogany. That's what I think it is called. You know. That rich wood important people have. Anyway, that's what greets me upon arriving: a huge mahogany door.
I don't know whether to knock on it or simply wait in the hallway. I don't know what I am to him. I don't– but, interrupting my thoughts, the door swings open. Wide. Inside is only darkness, however, and it scares me. Who opened the door?
I tentatively walk closer, pulling down the short skirt I was instructed to wear by official.
As I get nearer, I see a single candle lit by a pristine leather couch on which sits a man with his feet up. His eyes are piercing. His hair looks cool as fuck. He's wearing an expensive suit. I can tell that even from here. Hmmm…
I almost tiptoe to the door in response to seeing this mysterious figure in such a relaxed position. I take a deep breath and knock on the door frame.
"Come in. That's why the door's open. Come the fuck in." The man says, gruffly, not moving an inch.
"I– I'm sorry. I didn't know. I.." I stammer.
The man grins mischieviously. "A person's overuse of the word 'I' says a lot about them, y'know. Mainly it indicates an extreme lack of confidence."
I gulp. He already has me pegged. Well, I think suddenly, no use beating around the bush then.
"I'm your slave." I blurt out suddenly, before I even realise what I'm saying.
The man's smile widens now, and this time his eyes follow suit: they crinkle. Then he goes into a full laugh.
"Did -they- tell you to say that? Where's the mic, guys?" The man yells, looking around his sofa and then focussing on me suddenly.
"Wha-" I start in surprise as he gets up and walks swiftly towards the door.
"They hid it on you." He says, putting his warm right hand on my chin. His touch is so sudden and velvety and calming and… That I lose my mind.
He looks taken aback by my obvious appreciation for his physical contact. "What? Don't get out much, eh? Slave?" He interrogates me, looking me dead in the eye and smiling his mischievious smile.
"Nuh-no," I stutter, again gulping. Truth is I felt a rush to my vagina and know I'm not dry down there.
"You wanna gulp? I've got something for you to gulp," he whispers, leaning into my ear, removing his hand from my face and grabbing my arm forcefully to pull me against his body. I flop willingly into his embrace and get even wetter.
He holds me against himself and starts to unbuckle his belt — then stops.
"I'm starting to get paranoid about the wire you're wearing. How bout instead of me just using you and throwing you away, you undress and tell me about yourself properly. I'll dispose of the wire and you'll-" he tirades on.
"I'm not wearing a wire, boss. I swear. But if that's what you want-" I start.
"Yeah blah blah blah. Get to the nakedness. And how dare you interrupt me. You'll see. You'll pay for that… What is your name?" He asks, walking back and sitting down on the sofa, motioning for me to follow.
I start to unbutton my blouse as I walk towards him as sexily as I know I can. He looks impatient but interested.
"Portia Jones." I say abruptly, flinging my blouse behind me to reveal a lacy black bra holding my C tits. He cocks his head to the side and smiles in an almost sinister fashion. As if he knows something I don't… I start to remove my skirt slowly until he motions for me to turn around as I do it, seemingly in an impatient fashion.
I turn around and pull down my skirt, revealing a lacy black thong. I kick the skirt away and approach him as confidently as I can in this state. I don't want him to know this is my first mission.
"More. Tell me more." He visibly stumbles to say.
I remove my bra to reveal my hard nipples. "I turned 18 last week. I'm going to college in the-"
Before I can get the rest of it out, the boss has grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, sucking on my nipples with enthusiasm.
"Mmm… Well, keep going." He grunts, pulling my breast out of his mouth only temporarily.
I can't help but moan in pleasure. "In the fall." I say, feeling his dick harden under me.
"You like that, eh, babe?" He says gruffly, shoving his tongue down my throat and then pulling my thong aside. I can't help but feel immense anticipation. I mean, if this guy is who they say he is, I– all of a sudden his fingers are inside me. Quickly he slides them in and out of my already wet, shaved pussy.
"Someone likes this exchange a little too much! She shouldn't be getting paid for it!" He says with an almost gleeful edge to it (under the roughness of his voice.).
"Oh, I don't get paid." I manage to get out from beyond my panting just before he sticks a third finger in.
I let out and "ahhh" and he uses his other hand to undo his pants.
"So, what's your name?" I ask, trying to look into his face to see if he's enjoying this as much as I am.
"James. That is all you get to know. But you can call me boss. Or daddy. Just not my name." He murmurs, finally getting his pants open to reveal a perfect-sized cock. The kind that is too big for the ass but just perfect for the pussy.
"Suck it." He says all of a sudden, pushing me to the ground and to my knees.
"I've never… I mean that is I don't know how… Boss, daddy… Porn is probably no indication on how to do it properly," I stammer.
"I know enough about you now. Let's get down to fucking. I'll lead." He says, pulling my head towards his fully hardened member.
I take the cock in my mouth hesitantly but instantly enjoy the smooth feeling of the head in my throat. He pushes my head down suddenly and I choke on it. He laughs.
"Welcome to cock-sucking." He says.
I deepthroat him as musch as I can as he moans a bit, obviously restraining himself. I wish I could tell him he can let it all out with me.
"The officials sent a good one. Whatever you've beig paid is not enough for those lips and that pussy." He says, taking his dick out of my mouth and rubbing it on my lips.
I can feel myself dripping onto the hardwood floor as he motions for me to get up and sit on his dick. He holds it in one hand with anticipation.
I pull my thong off and get on top of him and he pulls me down onto himself. I'm so tight he really has to pull hard as I push. It feels so good to have him inside me. I ride him as he thrusts back quickly with great rhythm.
"I don't get paid for this. I do it for pure pleasure. There's no ulterior motive here." I intimate, riding him a bit slower to savour the feeling.
All of a sudden I hear a crackling kind of sound and notice my ass is cold. The boss has his right hand behind my back.
"For earlier." He says without emotion as I feel something cold plunge deep inside my ass. I squirt all over his dick.
"Yes, I am who you think I am. The officials assured me you wouldn't say a thing about what has transpired today." He says, showing me how he made an icicle out of thin air and sticking it in my mouth.
"Mmmmm" I manage to get out in a muffled way.
"They seek to destroy us." He suddenly yells, grunting as I come down really hard on his cock.
"Wow, easy now. I have you for at least half an hour." He says, grabbing my hair and pulling me up to a standing position on the couch with the icicle still in my ass and in my mouth. "Let me taste you now."
He takes the icicle out of my mouth and shoves it deep into my pussy as he licks at my clit.
"An hour? I was told 25 minutes. I have a thing to go to to register for–" I start, feeling like I'm going to pass out from pleasure.
"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you. And if you were going to say register for an ability…" He says, shoving the icicle as deep as it can go. "I definitely can't let you go."
"Why not?" I manage to get out as he wraps his warm lips around my cold clit. I moan loader than I have ever in my whole life.
"Because…" He answers, pulling the icicle out of my pussy and grabbing my arms to pull me back onto the couch on my back. "It is a sham in order to put harsher sentences on those that use an ability in any act that can be conceived (in any light), terrorism."
He rams his cock into me hard at this point and I scream in pleasure.
"I like you, but I am considered by some to be a terrorist because I don't declare my ability and use it to defend myself against the government." He says, pulling his cock out fully and fucking me wiith just the tip. "You are guilty if anyone finds out you aided me in on any matter or in any manner."
"Please, boss, put it all the way in." I ask feebly, squirming, trying to pull him deeper.
"Not until you tell me your ability and who you really are." He says teasingly, rubbing my vagina lips with his penis.
"I'm a ranger. I am who I say I am." I say, gasping, needing his hard cock inside me again.
"A ranger?!" He shouts unexpectedly, accidentally pushing his dick halfway into me. I moan. "How is that an ability? It is supposed to be something supernatural in nature."
"I'm supernaturally good. I'm going to the best school in the world for it in the fall to further–" I start. But he has other ideas. He jumps off me and grabs a really ancient-looking bow from a display case that I hadn't noticed earlier.
"Show me" he says, dick still hard, standing in the middle of the room.
I obey. I grab the bow and aim for the far wall. There's a small glass knick-knack on a table. I shoot at it, crushing it into a million pieces.
"Shit." He says, motioning for me to give the bow back. But I turn it on him instead.
"Wow. No funny business. I need to get off here. I find an agile woman a turn on." He says.
"I'm going to register my ability because it is the right thing to do." I yell, aiming at his heart.
"So you really wanna play, eh?" The boss says, quickly forming a ball of ice that hits me square in the chin, undoubtedly leaving a bruise.
Before I can react he freezes me in place and starts to fuck my ass. His dick is too big and it hurts.
"It hurts." I whine through my frozen lips.
"Too bad. You need to toughen up. You're gonna be on the run soon with your attitude." He says. "Now tell me you won't register."
"I won't register," I scream as he makes an icicle and shoves it in my pussy.
"Good girl." He answers, moaning.
He takes the icicle out of my pussy and bends me over the couch. This is the perfect angle to hit my g-spot. And he hits it. Yessss.
In no time I'm cumming and I think he's on his way. A wave of pleasure washes over my entire body and I feel euphoric. I feel him pushing harder and faster until I feel his cum inside me. This makes me cum again just as powerfully as the first time.
I'm starting to melt and I feel completely satisfied.
"Same time next week?" He asks, smiling mischievously.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3q8jqy/he_tells_me_not_to_call_him_james_mf