I Was Barely 19 When I Discovered BDSM
I was barely 19, in a strange city, nearly broke and had no one to turn to for help. I had to find a job… This was my third interview today; please God, let me be the right person for this one.
I heard the faint sound of a chime as I opened the door and an older, distinguished looking man walked out of the front office and said: “Hi, you must be Suzanne, I’m John, come into my office and let’s get acquainted.” He walked over to a sofa in the corner of his office and motioned for me to join him there, then he asked for my resume’. I sat there trying to appear confident as he studied my resume’ and occasionally glanced at me.
“You don’t have much work experience but your skills look very good, if they are accurately listed here Suzanne… are they accurate?”
“Yes Sir! I took advanced typing and shorthand in school plus every math and bookkeeping class that the school had to offer and made straight A’s in every class.”
“Do you live here in Atlanta with your parents, or with a boy friend or a girl friend?”
“No Sir, I just got here yesterday, moved up here from Warner Robins, rented an apartment and now I really need a job so I can support myself. I’m very energetic, a quick learner, and feel confident I can learn anything that has to do with math.”
“What made you decide to move up here, all by yourself?” I know I blushed when I looked at him, but I just shrugged my shoulders in response. No one spoke for a few long seconds, then John said: “Suzanne, do you prefer to be called Suzanne or Suzie?”
“Suzanne, Sir.”
“OK, Suzanne it is, and please call me John, although I do like the way you say Yes Sir and No Sir. Now let me tell you a little about the position we have open here. It’s kind of a Girl Friday job, you would be the only female in the office; there’s me, my office manager, Neal, plus 6 other men, all CPA’s. I’ve worked here all my life, took the business over from my dad when he passed away. I’m 40, Neal is 55, and the other men range from about 40 to 65ish, you think you could work with old geezers like us?” “Good. Now you would be my personal assistant and anything I wanted you to do would always come first, but you would also have to take orders from Neal and the other men here, would that be a problem for you Suzanne?”
“No Sir,” I replied and giggled as I added, “I’m used to taking orders.”
John chuckled as he said: “I do like the sound of that, Suzanne! If we hired you, you would also be our receptionist, greeting any clients or salesmen that come to visit us, although most of the time, we go to our clients; we don’t get a lot of outside traffic coming into the office. Any meetings we have here at the office, you’ll be expected to attend and take notes for my future reference. Sometimes you will be required to travel overnight with us when we go to clients located more than a two hours drive from Atlanta. Would that be a problem for you?”
“No Sir.”
“Good, of course the company picks up all of your expenses when you travel for us. Sometimes I may ask you to run personal or business errands, using your own vehicle, but you would be reimbursed mileage at the highest allowed rate, right now I think it is around 20 cents a mile, would that be a problem for you?”
“No Sir.”
“Great! Let’s take a walk and let me show you around the office.” I was introduced to the other men, and was quite surprised to see that each man had his own private office. John said each man needed his own privacy, and let it go at that. John showed me the office lounge, or kitchen, which held a large solid oak table and 10 captain’s chairs, two comfy looking fabric lounge chairs, and the standard office frig, microwave, coffee pot, etc. plus there was a fully stocked bar. John explained that they often had to work late to meet clients’ deadlines and he had no objection to the men having a beer or mixed drinks while they worked. He told me I would also be required to work overtime but added I would be compensated at time and a half pay. “Sure you don’t want to tell me what made you take off and move to Atlanta so suddenly, without a job or a place to live… or anything?” I could feel my cheeks turning bright red but again, I just looked down and shrugged my shoulders and was glad when he said: “Well, let’s go back to my office.”
On the way back to his office he showed me where the restrooms were located, and, with a big grin, added that I could check them out tomorrow, that is if we could agree on a starting salary and I was willing to start to work the next day. I thought I was going to hug his neck I was so excited! Back in his office, he made me an offer that was more than I had hoped for, plus medical insurance, vacation pay, and holiday pay. I felt as if I had just won the lottery. He held my elbow as he walked me to my car, opened the door and helped me inside. As he handed me a key to the front door, he said: “Your regular hours will be from 9AM until 6PM with an hour for lunch. If you want to come in a little early and have the coffee ready for us, none of us would object! And by the way, we are not real formal here but I like how you are dressed today. I don’t mind if you don’t want to wear hose to work every day but I’d prefer for you to always wear nice heels and dresses, is that OK with you?”
“Yes Sir! I’ll be here early in the morning John and thank you so much for giving me this chance; I promise I won’t let you down. Bye for now! See you tomorrow!”
I arrived at the office at 8:00 the next morning, eager to start my new job. I tidied up the kitchen and started a pot of coffee before going back to my work area. I discovered I, too, had a bit of privacy, even though my workstation opened up into the reception area. But, if John left his office door open, I could see him if he was sitting behind his desk, and all of me would always be visible to him.
One by one, the men staggered into the office. They all seemed very friendly and very pleased that I was working with them. Everyone was the touchy feely type, always touching your hand, your back or your shoulder when they talked to you. They made me feel so welcome, I was certain I was going to enjoy working here. By 9:30 I had my head buried, the computer was humming, and I was plugging numbers into Balance Sheets and Income Statements, then copying and making binders for one of Neal’s clients. John kept coming out to check on me, making certain I was doing everything correctly and I think he was pleased to find I needed almost no instructions from him or Neal to get the job done. Once I had the set of ten binders completed, I knocked on Neal’s door and asked him if he’d like me to mail them to the client. He shook his head no, then mumbled that he would be driving down tomorrow night and taking them to the client personally on Thursday morning.
Just before 6:00, John opened his door and asked me to grab two cokes from the frig and meet him in his office. When I returned he motioned for me to join him on the sofa again but my dress was too short and too low, and when I tried to pull it down to cover some of my leg, my boobs almost jumped out of the top. John chuckled and said: “Nice view Suz!” I blushed and apologizing, told him I was sorry that I didn’t have the right clothes for an office but as soon as I got my paycheck I would buy some dresses that were less revealing and more appropriate for the office.
“Suzanne, you have great legs and, from what I can see, a great body too, don’t ever be ashamed of it, girl; some women were made to be looked at and I think you just may be one of those women. Does it offend you for men to look at you, lustfully that is?”
“No Sir but….”
“No buts, Suzanne, I hired you because I liked your qualifications and because I like the way you look, I don’t expect you to change anything, is that clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I know I’m being personal Suzanne but are you still a virgin, honey?” Blushing from head to toe, I shook my head no. John threw back his head and laughed, then said, “Well now, that’s a good thing, don’t you agree? Now get your desk cleaned off and go home, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Over the next two weeks I learned a great deal about how the office worked, a little something about each of the men there, and most of all, how much I liked John. He was a terrific boss, always considerate, and always appreciative of everything I did for him. I knew he was married and that he and his wife had never had any children. His dark brown hair was graying at the temples but that was the only sign of his age. From what I could see of his body, those broad shoulders, the snug waist and tight ass, he kept himself in top shape. He teased me all the time, saying: “Now Suzanne, you are here in Atlanta all by yourself, what do you say to being my Baby Girl and me being your Daddy? Huh, huh?” Then he’d tickle me or hug me, then swat my bottom and say: “Back to work Baby Girl!” I loved how friendly he was, always touching me when he talked to me; his hand on my arm, my shoulder, my back, wherever.
I had just completed my second week of employment when the phone rang late on Tuesday afternoon. It was Mr. Cawthon from Valdosta and he needed to speak to John, immediately. John was on the phone so I went into his office to let him know Mr. Cawthon was holding for him. As I started to leave, John motioned for me to stay there beside him. I could tell from John’s conversation there was some kind of problem. When he hung up the phone, he took my hand into his and said: “Suzanne, I need your help. Cawthon’s banker is getting nervous and wants to see his financials by Thursday. Can you stay late and help me get all the numbers together so you can type the final financials in the morning?”
“Of course I will, I can stay as late as you need me to, John.”
“Okay, here’s what I need you to do,” and he rattled off a list of instructions. We both buried our heads and started to work. I don’t remember when everyone else left but I do remember hearing John tell Neal we would be a while and to lock the front door behind him when he left. It was after ten o’clock when I suddenly felt John’s hands massaging my shoulders and then my neck. “Baby Girl, thanks for working so hard tonight. I think we are at a good stopping point, let’s go have a drink before we go home.”
“This is cause for celebration Baby Girl, our first rush job; slice a lime while I get the shooter glasses.” The next thing I knew, we were giggling and laughing and I was knocking back my 3rd shot of Tequila feeling more than a little tipsy. John and I had been sitting side by side at the table when he slowly turned his chair to face mine, and grabbing the arms of my chair, turned me to face him.
“Baby Girl, your Daddy needs a hug. Why don’t you sit right here in my lap and let me hug you?” Without a word I stood up and, straddling his legs, I leaned into his chest, put my arms around his neck and hugged him. Neither of us spoke, we just sat there hugging, and listening to each other breathe. As we sat there, his hands started to roam, into my hair and up and down my back, rubbing, kneading, teasing. Then I heard John whisper: “Baby Girl, I want to kiss you.” Without waiting for a reply, his lips were on mine, gentle at first, then I felt his tongue, so hard and so moist, moving side to side over my lips, pushing and parting my lips. As his tongue touched my tongue, I started to moan, especially when he sucked my tongue into his mouth and it felt so good to feel his teeth biting and nibbling on my lower lip.
While we kissed, his hands kept running up and down my back; I felt his finger tips graze the sides of my breasts, sending chills through me. He pulled my dress from underneath me and I felt his hands rubbing my bare back, then my ass, squeezing my cheeks as his tongue danced to a heated rhythm in my mouth. As he was ravaging my mouth, I felt his hands slip inside my panties. He lifted me up and pulled my cheeks apart as his hands slipped further underneath me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, the only thing in my mind was the heat between my legs.
Without taking his hands from inside my panties, I felt his right hand sliding around my hips, across my belly just before he slipped his fingers down between my legs. My panties were all bunched up around my thighs, my ass and my pussy exposed as John’s hands probed and caressed me, one hand was moving from my pussy to my ass hole, the other from my pussy to my clit. Each time his fingers met at my pussy, he would push his fingers in a little deeper, in and out while pressing them in opposite directions against the insides walls of my pussy, causing me to grind my pussy up and down on his fingers as I moaned my consent. With his fingers coated in my juices, he could easily slide them back and forth from my pussy to my pucker hole and from my pussy to my clit. At first, he just circled my hole with his wet fingers while his other hand stroked my clit. Then he began to probe my hole, one knuckle, two, and finally his whole finger. He pried my lips apart with his other hand, opening me wide so he could stroke and twist my now swollen clit.
I felt his fingers stop as he pulled his lips away from mine and sat staring into my eyes. John finally broke the silence, asking: “What do you want me to do, Baby Girl?”
The answer hung in my throat, and I had to lower my eyes before I could tell him I didn’t want him to stop.
“You don’t want Daddy to stop what, Baby Girl?”
I was blushing again as I whispered: “I don’t want you to stop touching me Daddy.”
“Oh Baby Girl, Daddy doesn’t want to stop either. Stand up Baby Girl, right here between Daddy’s legs. Look at Daddy, Baby Girl. Your Daddy wants to see all of his Baby Girl, and Daddy wants to touch his Baby Girl, all over. Do you want to be Daddy’s naughty Baby Girl, Suzanne?”
“Oh, please, let me be your naughty Baby Girl, Daddy… now!!!”
As he pulled his hands away from me, John said: “Then be naughty for me Baby Girl, take off your dress.” It never occurred to me not to obey him and without any thought of the consequences, I raised my hands behind my back and pulled down the zipper of my dress. I pushed the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. John didn’t say a word. I finally looked up and found him staring at me, but his face was expressionless as I stood before him, clad only in my bikini panties and my bra.
“Take off your bra, Baby Girl. I want to suck your titties, Baby Girl.” I placed my hands between my breasts and unsnapped the front hook, and slowly pulled the bra back, arching my back and closing my eyes as I reached back and let the bra fall from my shoulders to the floor. I took a step forward and John placed a hand on each breast. He squeezed and released, caressing, stroking, then slowly he drew back his hands until just the nipples were held between his fingertips. As he tweaked my nipples, he was pulling my boobs straight out, into an odd cone shape; stretching, twisting, and tweaking. He leaned forward and took my right nipple into his mouth, then sucked as much of my breast as was possible into his mouth, sucking hard, as I imagined a hungry baby would suckle his mother.
“Your titties are beautiful Baby Girl. I never imagined you would be dark chocolate like this Baby Girl. Most girls with your fair skin are pink or flesh colored. And Baby Girl, they are titties, never boobs or breasts, always tits or titties, is that clear, Baby Girl?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Are you getting wet, Baby Girl?”
“Oh Yes Sir I am.”
“Good, let Daddy see how wet his Baby Girl is, take off the panties Suzanne; wiggle out of them and let them slide to the floor for Daddy, ok Baby Girl?”
“Yes Sir.” Oh God, I had goose bumps all over me, I was so turned on and so afraid, all at the same time, but I didn’t stop, I just tugged and wiggled until my panties fell to the floor.
“Nice and naughty Baby Girl. Now step out of them and let’s see just how wet they are. Oh Baby Girl, look at all the slick juices in your panties. It’s such a shame to waste your juices, Baby Girl. Lick some off for your Daddy before it dries and gets all hard and nasty. That’s right baby, look at your Daddy while you lick it. Now kiss your Daddy and let him have a taste of his Baby Girl.” I leaned forward and kissed his lips, slipping my tongue inside his mouth for him to taste me. “Oh, I knew you would taste like honey, Baby Girl.”
“Now take your fingers and open your pussy lips for Daddy, show Daddy your cunt, Baby Girl. That’s it Baby Girl; open those lips wide for your Daddy. OMG girl, how long have you looked like this?”
“My mama says since I was born.”
“Oh Baby Girl, this is the biggest clit your Daddy has ever seen. Sit here on the table and lay back. Oh Yes, like that Baby Girl. Now spread those legs as far apart as you can, oh yes, like that Baby Girl! You ever had anyone suck on this thing before, Baby Girl? You just relax now Baby Girl, I do think we are about to celebrate the 4th of July a few weeks early.”
As he started to lick and suck on my clit, John slipped a finger inside my wet pussy, moving it slowly in and out, adding a 2nd finger, then a 3rd while he continued to lick, suck and nibble on my hard clit. Each time I thought I was about to cum, he would stop touching me and wait until my breathing slowed down and my pussy stopped its involuntary spasms, then he would start over, bringing me closer and closer to climax each time. Oh God, please let me cum; my entire body was soaked in sweat and my pussy ached to cum.
He replaced his mouth with his other hand and softly blew on my wet pussy and clit as he fingers plunged, twisted, and set me on fire. He started pounding my pussy with four fingers while his other hand was busy masturbating my clit. It had long ago escaped from its hood and it was so hard, swollen and oh so sensitive to his touch. He was still sitting between my legs but now his eyes were locked on my eyes, and he was talking dirty to me, making me hotter and wetter; all I heard were the wet naughty sounds of his long, big fingers ramming in and out of my pussy. In the distance, I could hear someone whimpering and begging him to let her cum, begging him for release, and then I heard her screaming as he finally let her cum…. And as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt violently ripped through my body, I realized it was my voice I had heard… and I collapsed as I squirted my cum all over his face.
Although he had slowed the pace, he had not removed his fingers from my clit and inside my pussy, he simply continued to masturbate me until I returned to him… then as his fingers increased their speed and their pressure on me I began to cum, again and again… I could see his face drenched in my cum and I could feel more oozing down into my ass crack… he used his long tongue to lick some of my cum off his face and into his mouth and watching him made me shiver… just as I was about to explode again, I felt his thumb slip inside my pucker hole and as before, I heard whimpering and begging but this time I knew it was me that begged and pleaded with him not to stop as, again, orgasm after orgasm exploded inside me.
Very slowly he brought me back to my sanity again and I was startled to find his face next to mine when he whispered, “Clean my face Baby Girl, suck and lick all of your cum off Daddy’s face. That’s a good girl, yes, oh yes you naughty Baby Girl, you like your own taste, don’t you Baby Girl? Now Baby Girl, suck Daddy’s fingers clean, oh yes, just like it was Daddy’s cock, you want to suck Daddy’s cock, don’t you Baby Girl? That’s right Baby Girl, suck it all, yes Baby Girl, suck Daddy’s thumb clean, too. Oh yes, get it all, Baby Girl. Oh you like it don’t you, you naughty, naughty Baby Girl.”
“Now, sit up and unbutton Daddy’s shirt, Baby Girl. Now the pants, oh yes, you like what you feel there Baby Girl? Daddy has another present for his Baby Girl now. Slide off that table girl and get on your knees. That’s the way Baby Girl. It’s Daddy’s turn now. Oh yes, worship it Baby Girl, this is your new Master, Baby Girl. OMG yes, take it all in Baby Girl. Oh yes, I want you to suck me dry, you cum loving slut! But slow down, Baby Girl, Daddy needs to lay down first… on your hands and knees, Baby Girl. Oh yes, just like an obedient puppy, now crawl for me Baby Girl, follow your Daddy to the lounge chair; oh yes, like that, let those titties drag the floor when you crawl. And Baby Girl, keep your lips wet and your mouth open, oh yes, like that. That way your Daddy knows his Baby Girl is always ready for her Master. Now Baby Girl, make your Daddy cum.”
I sat up on my knees, and, turning my ass to John’s face, began to nibble and suck on his hard cock while my fingers caressed his balls and found their way to his ass crack, finger tips gently circling his hole, probing, then back to his balls, while my mouth continued worshipping his cock. The taste of his pre-cum heightened my desire for him. I was hunching my pussy up and back and I could feel his finger toying with my asshole as I hungrily sucked his hard cock deep down my throat. When I sucked him all the way down my throat, it took away my air supply for a few seconds, but only once, when he was shooting his hot cum down my throat and would not pull back, did it frighten me…
I sucked his cock until it was totally limp, then cleaned him from the tip of his cock to his ass crack. “Who are you, Suzanne?” For a moment I didn’t know what he meant, but I quickly realized the answer he was looking for and responded, “I’m Daddy’s naughty Baby Girl.” “Oh yes Baby Girl, you are. You are so very naughty and Daddy is going to teach you to be even naughtier, isn’t that right Baby Girl?” “Yes Sir Daddy.”
“Now, hand me the phone and suck me while I make this call.” While I sucked his cock back to life, I heard him tell his wife he was pulling an all nighter, getting financials ready to take to a client in Valdosta the next afternoon and he wanted to let her know he would not be home for the next two nights and he would call her Thursday if he was not going to make it home. Without even saying goodbye, he moaned, “Suck Daddy harder Baby Girl,” just before he returned the phone to the cradle. I was shocked, what if his wife had heard him, but he didn’t seem to be concerned with her, his only concern was cumming, as he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. Just as I thought he was about to cum, he flipped me onto my back on the floor, and in one swift movement, caught my ankles in his hands, spread my legs wide and lifted my feet to each side of my head, then he buried his hard cock deep inside my pussy. Using my ankles to brace his hands, I could feel him on the tip of his toes, doing push-ups, in and out of my pussy. “Look Baby Girl, look between us and watch Daddy’s cock fucking that sweet pussy, Baby Girl.” His speech was getting slower and slower as he instructed me: “Play with your clit while Daddy fucks you Baby Girl. Oh yes, Baby Girl, just like that. Now pull on it, twist it, oh yes Baby Girl, make it hurt ’til it feels so good… one big pinch now, oh yes, get it Baby Girl, cum with me, cum with your Daddy, NOW BABY GIRL, NOW!” And we both exploded, together, and it was the 4th of July all over again.
We lay there on the floor in silence, exhausted but fully content. John broke the silence when he said: “You are staying here tonight with your Daddy, Baby Girl.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied, “But where do we sleep? On the floor?”
John belly laughed and declared, “No way baby, let’s go out to the reception area.” On the way to the front, he pointed to a closet in the hall and told me to grab two sheets and pillows while he got the bed ready. When I got to the reception area, he had already converted the large sofa from a sofa to a comfy queen sized bed. It was almost three o’clock, I curled up beside John and we both fell fast asleep.
When I awoke the next morning, I had a small army marching inside my head and wasn’t exactly sure of where I was. When I sat up, naked and uncovered, and saw my clothes laying at the end of the bed I quickly realized where I was and the memories of everything that had happened the night before came rushing forward. The smile that was beginning to spread across my face promptly turned into a shriek of horror as I looked up and saw John and Neal, sitting on my desk and watching me. I grabbed my clothes and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
I felt sick to my stomach as I locked the door and turned on the light, and sicker still as I glanced in the mirror. I knew there was no way Neal didn’t know what had happened here last night. No make-up, no comb, no bath, I opened the door, and with as much dignity as I could muster, I walked to my desk wearing yesterday’s clothes and looking like the whore I had been last night. I couldn’t even put my panties back on, the crotch was so hard from my dried juices from the night before, plus they reeked of sex.
Neal had disappeared and John was sitting in his office. Just as I was about to sit down, I heard John say: “Suzanne, come to my office please, I think we need to talk.”
