How I got a boss. The story of life.

Part 1.

Up to 22 years old, I lived the ordinary life of a student. Sessions, discos, girlfriends, rented apartment, just like ordinary students. But, only one BUT: until the meeting with the Boss, I remained a virgin. My friends said that I am exalted - I stuff myself with the price. In fact, I was just waiting for someone who could crush me. Boss. A man with a capital letter.

I always had a hard character, my parents struggled with me and, having flooded me to another city for study, breathed a sigh of relief. Shy, undersized boys with trembling arms have always caused me only irritation, like: "And this miserable creature will have me ?!"

So I graduated from college as a virgin. True, no one knew about it. But who would believe that a long-legged, tall and slender red-haired girl with a third-sized breast and bitchy green eyes - at 22 years old - and a virgin ?! Yes, and confess shame. In short, until the end of the institute, no one fucked me. My sex life began with a spree about graduation.

We celebrated in an expensive restaurant on the left bank of the N-river. It so happened that all the cheap halls had already been rented - the City is full of universities, colleges and colleges, and we had to rent one of the small halls at the steep recreation center. One of the fellow students was a relative of the owner, otherwise we would not have seen this posh room without such and such a discount.

Summer, late evening, barbecue, binge. Music screams. Drunk couples squeeze in the corners. I dance with the first stutterer to come across with sweaty hands and a raised member. I didn't give a damn about my dancing partner. I danced for myself, gave myself to music, gave myself to a hoarse male voice, something passionately sang in Spanish.

She opened her eyes and saw him. In the next room some corporate event ended, and he looked in to listen to music before leaving. Without saying a word, He approached me and his big strong hands rested on my shoulders. Eyes in the eyes, we danced for 2 hours in complete silence. I left with him. Nobody asked me, he just took me drunk in his arms and put me in the car.

I woke up in the bedroom, on the bed. He stripped me down to the linen — he took off the evening dress, and standing beside the bed, with his back to me, pulling off his shirt. Big. Very big in all. Tall, broad shoulders. Muscular arms, narrow waist, strong ass and no less muscular legs. Having completely undressed, he turned and I saw that he was ready. A big, handsome cock swayed slightly in time with his movements.

- Woke up. - said the man in a deep hoarse voice, and climbed onto the bed.

I still have not recovered and it seems that this was not part of his plans. He took a full glass of brandy from the bedside table and hanging from the house, lifting my head to it, held it to my lips.

- Drink it. - he said, slightly squeezing my hair on the back of my head in the palm of my hand.

I obeyed.

Strong binge burned my throat, but he did not let me cough, sticking roughly on my lips. His hands held me tightly in my arms. He lay down on me completely, pushing the weight of the body into the mattress. The bra flew off by itself, lace panties remained hanging around the ankles. The chest covered a large strong palm and squeezed almost to pain. His tongue made it difficult to speak and I quietly moaned in his mouth. He did not let go and squeezed my chest even more, mouth eating my protesting moans. Then, without taking a rough kiss, he firmly squeezed my wrists and put my hands behind my head. A click - and I felt the iron cold on my wrists.

I put my head up and saw two pairs of handcuffs fastened to a hole in the pattern of the forged headboard. One pair is on my wrists, chained through a ring of another pair, strapped to the back. I was scared. I didn’t like such a turn at all.

- What are you doing?! - I shook hands, they were securely fastened.

- Quiet, quiet, this is such a game, do not worry. I will not do you any harm. - the man whispered, dropping his mouth to my defenseless raised breasts. He began to lick my nipples, gently caress them with his lips. He took the left nipple in his mouth and stuck to it, stroking his tongue. I sighed and relaxed, feeling the excitement of his manner of making love.

He hugged me around the waist with his hands, and having strongly pressed himself against me, not tearing himself off my chest, lay completely on me. I felt how he slightly nibbles my nipple, sucks in and nibbles, squeezing with his teeth now, tip, then pulling as much as possible, biting the breast itself. Suddenly, he bit me hard, so I screamed in pain.

- Stop it!

But he did not stop. He bit and sucked my nipples with stinging teeth.

- Stop it! I will scream!

- Of course you will. Even as you will. - He abruptly got off me. He stood next to the bed, admiring my helpless body, on the red from the bites of the chest.

His cock was a stake. Then he went into another room.

Then I realized with horror that I did not even know where I was. I pulled my hands, dropping my panties, kicked off the mattress and sat higher. The room floated before my eyes, and fear was replaced by a feeling of relaxation. I realized that there was something in the glass with cognac, some kind of drug, but even that did not bother me. Relaxation and joy rolled in waves. I have never tried drugs before, so at first, I didn’t get so excited about what I was so worried about the situation in which I got.

A man entered the room, his cock fell slightly, but at the sight of me began to rise. In his hands he held a white silk fly and a white cloth napkin resembling a small tablecloth. Standing next to the bed, he rolled the napkin into a tight harness, and tied it in the middle with a large knot.

He took my face in his palm and said:

- Open your mouth.

I was fine, but I didn’t open my mouth, shook my head so that everything floated before my eyes.

“Open it,” he said, squeezing my chin painfully, and putting his fingers to my lips, he began to open his jaws.

I automatically opened my mouth and he immediately pushed the napkin knot into it. The ends of the napkin firmly tightened on my neck. Now I could only moo.

He came to my feet and pulled my ankles, pulled me down. I lay again, with my hands up. I did not care, did not want to resist, did not even want to move. I just lay there and watched him tie my legs.

Tightly wrapping the ribbon around the ankle, he led her over the lower headboard and bypassing the bed, strapped his leg on the other side. I could move my legs apart freely, but there was no longer a squeeze - the tape interfered.

- Here you go. - the man sighed contentedly. - let's start.

He lay back on me, tightly hugging my waist, his head pressed to his chest. He bit my breast, licked one other nipple, bit them, making me moan - he liked it. I got to my neck and set about hicking over me.

His hands roughly squeezed my body, fumbled over me, fingers digging into my ass. I felt his cock rub against the inside of my thigh. He lay down comfortably and spread my hips with his hands, painfully snapping his fingers.

I felt the tip of his penis, he was rubbing at the entrance. Looking into my eyes, he abruptly drove him into me. I screamed - it was painful even when drunk. Pushing it all the way, he froze in surprise and said:

- Yes, you tselochke? That was lucky!

At first, he moved slowly, tearing at me from the inside, but then he forgot about everything, rudely drilled me, pressed me into the mattress. At first, I was twitching in pain, trying to free myself, but then, realizing that it was useless, I just lay there, moaning softly, and waited for him to finish.

He fucked me like a beast, moaning hoarsely, squeezing my thigh painfully, planting ...