Lihn's Story: The Attorney And The Intern Ch. 2 free porn video

Sean's home office was a large room and like the rest of his apartment that I had seen; cleans, neat, and organized.  On the desk were a monitor and a desktop computer, a legal pad, and a coffee cup with the Duke University logo on it.  I knew Sean had gone to Duke for law school by the diploma hanging on his wall at the law firm office.  On the walls of his home office were some photos of Sean and some of his friends.  I assumed from when he was in college because he looked much younger. 

On the wall by the door into the office was hanging a wooden paddle with holes in it and Greek letters printed on it. I was familiar with those paddles.  They were paddles I had seen hanging on the walls in fraternity houses on campus when I went to some frat parties and even seen some of the frat boys at those parties carrying them around like a king would carry his scepter.  I figured the paddle was a symbolic symbol of Sean’s fraternity in college. 

Against the walls were bookshelves.  The first bookshelf was filled with ornate hardcover books of American Law Library volumes; the other shelf had hardcover books of novels and biographies I assumed were for Sean’s personal reading.  The third bookshelf held what I could tell was photo albums.  The photo albums were all of the same styles and make.  On the outside spine of the albums were numbered and they started at number one and so on.   

On the far side of the room was a couple of poles with photography studio lighting with the umbrella backdrop.  The umbrellas were folded closed.  Next to the lights was a small shelf that held cameras.  The cameras varied in style.  Some were new digital cameras; others were older cameras that would be loaded with film, an antique-looking camera that would take only black and white photos, and even an old Polaroid instant camera.  They all looked very expensive and I could tell they were not for the casual snapshots.  Standing up and folded shut was a black, back screen that would unfold and be used in photoshoots. 

Sean sat down in the chair behind the desk, “Go ahead and look.”

I took the first photo album that was labeled as “1” off the shelf and opened it.  On the left inside cover was taped a small memory card and the page on the right was the first photo in the album.  It was of a beautiful, brunette woman with an alabaster complexion.  She was dressed in a red sundress with white polka dots.  She was posing outside in a peach orchard.  I turned the pages and the photos were of the same woman in various poses in the orchard.  Each photograph of her had a watermark on it reading her first name and the words “photographed by” and Sean’s first and last initial.  I kept turning the pages and then the girl was posing half-dressed or almost fully nude.  Her poses were in various positions that exposed her private areas.  I didn’t blush or put the album down but kept flipping the pages and looking at the photographs.  I was not embarrassed by looking at another girl naked.  The photos were tastefully done and not as you would see in the more trashy porn magazines or online.      

I closed the album and picked up another one at random.  This one also had the memory card taped in the front and was of a lovely black girl.  These photos were of her inside.  I flipped through the album and saw that there were no nude photos of her.  I put that album back and I grabbed the album labeled “10”.  This was of a pretty blonde girl who was outside as well.  Behind her was a monument and I immediately recognized the location.  When we moved to Fredericksburg my father, being a military history buff, took my sister and me to the Civil War battlefields in and around Fredericksburg.  The blonde girl was in an area where the Battle of the Wilderness was fought and where Confederate General Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson had been accidentally shot by one of his own men.  She was wearing very short cut-off blue jean shorts, a plaid shirt tied up to look like a halter top, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat.  There were photos of her posing nude in the National Park.

Sean remained silent and watched me as I took a few more off the shelf.  Some of the women posed nude and others did not.  There was even an album of a stunningly, beautiful black girl with dark, ebony complexion with her hair in an afro that spilled over to her shoulders.  The last few pages were of her masturbating with a sex toy.  The masturbation photos were in a different location and did not look as professional as the others and did not have the watermark on them.  I could tell they were taken with either a phone or a cheaper digital camera.  All of the other photos in the albums had the watermark on them and a memory card taped in the front of all the albums. 

I put the last album back on the shelf and turned to Sean, “Did you take these for a magazine?  I didn’t know you were a professional photographer as well.”

Sean smiled, “No, it’s just a hobby and they are taken for my personal use.  I don’t post them online and show them to very few people.  You asked what my fetishes are and that is one of them.  I like to take and collect photographs of pretty women.  I have more risqué ones, but I won’t show you those.” 

“Like of the black woman?  Of her masturbating?”

“Yes, that and doing more.” 

“Did you have sex with all these women?”  I asked.  I was not jealous.  I don’t get jealous.  I was just curious.

“Some I did others I did not.”  Sean smiled at me again, “Would you like to be one of my models?”

“Have you taken pictures of any Asian women?” I asked with a grin.

“Album eleven,” Sean answered.

I stopped grinning and took the photo album labeled number eleven off the shelf.  I was hoping if I decided to let him photograph me I would have been the only Asian woman.  The woman looked to be either Japanese or Korean and had strong Asian features and was very beautiful.  She was posing in his living area in front of his fireplace, which had a fire going in it, on a white fur rug.  I assumed Sean either no longer had the rug or he only used it as a prop because it was not there now.  The last pages in the album were of her masturbating with a sex toy for him and then pictures of his hand fingering her pussy.  By the look on her face, she was enjoying it.

“She has fake boobs,” I told Sean as looked up from the album.

“They were real, I assure you,” he said as he chuckled at me.  “Why would you say they were fake?”

I giggled, “Asian girls don’t have boobs that big.”

I was teasing him and knew that was not true.  One of the girls I went to high school with and was a co-cheerleader was Japanese and she thin, tall, and had awesome, large breasts.

“You did not answer my question.  Would you like to model for me?”  I heard Sean ask as I put the photo album back on the bookshelf.

I turned to face the man and took a step closer to him.  I stood in front of Sean, fidgeting a little as I thought of his proposition.  I had no issue modeling for him or even modeling nude for him.  The thought of it excited me and turned me on.  I knew I had an exhibitionist fetish.  I liked flashing my boobs now and then.  I did it because I thought it was fun and also to tease men and I did not mind if someone took a photo of it.  I also had already encouraged few guys to take photos of me sucking their cocks.  I got turned on by it and liked to look at them afterward.  I thought I looked sexy giving a blowjob.  Hell, one of the things on my mental “To-do List" I had of things I wanted to do before I settled down and got married was to make a sex tape.

Not some ordinary sex video where the room was barely lit and the camera was stationary, I could have done that by now.  No, I wanted a sex tape where I and the man I was with did things as you see in porn scenes and someone else shooting the video so it would show various angles of us.  I had plenty of time before I made a sex tape and was in no rush.  I was only nineteen and was not planning on settling down and getting married until I was at least thirty.    

What made me hesitate in answering was that all the albums I had looked at the women were so beautiful.  Granted, the photos looked professionally done and their makeup looked like it was applied by a professional and their hair was styled perfectly, but even without that they would have looked so beautiful and they were tall.

I was cute I knew that.  I was extremely cute and that type of cuteness made me look prettier than I was.  But these women looked better than cute and pretty.  They also looked sexy, but I knew I could be and look sexy and pose sexily when I wanted to.  The worse was they were all taller than me.  If I had any type of body image issue it would have to be my height.  I was the shortest person in my family and among my friends.  My older sister was five, six.  Being as petite as I am was a lot of fun when it came to sex and guys I had sex with seemed to enjoy how small I was a great deal.  I also knew I had somewhat of a flat ass.

I took after my mother's Vietnamese heritage more than my sister did.  My older sister got the white gene pool from my father’s side of the family.  She had Asian facial features as I did, but she was much taller than me, had larger boobs, a better body than I had, and she had a nice ass with much more “junk in the trunk” than I did.  My older sister was much prettier than I was and she never let me forget it.  Unlike me, she was also a nice girl who was not promiscuous as I was. 

“You don’t show them to anyone?”  I asked. 

As I told Sean when I let guys take those types of pics of me I have them do it on my phone so I can control what I do with the photos and who sees them.  Yes, the guys will sometimes ask me to send them the pics, but I don’t, and if they keep asking I end lying to them and telling them I deleted the pics.  I figured since only my face the one being was shown in them then I had the right to control them. 

“I don’t post them online or send them out to anyone,” Sean answered and I believed him. 

I had heard several things about Sean with office gossip; he was an asshole, he could be very controlling, and he was arrogant.  Another thing I heard about him was that he was very honest and respected for his integrity, although I did think defending guilty people was not very moral.

“So right now?  Do you want to take photos of me right tonight?”

Sean chuckled, “No, not tonight but at times I would like to.”

“Ok, I can do that.  It would be fun.”  I then giggled, “Do you need a new video of me consenting to it.”  I was teasing.

Sean shook his head, “No, but you will have to sign a form of consent and a form of release for the photos stating that they are my property.”

I nodded, “I can do that but do I get to a copy of them?”

Sean smiled at me again, “Of course, if you would like.”

“So this is your big secret; your fetish?”  I teased.  “I thought you were going to lead me down a secret passageway and show me dungeon or torture chamber with slave girls chained to the walls or in cages,”  I said and giggled.

Sean chuckled at my teasing, “No I don’t get into that entire master and slave stuff.  While bondage can be entertaining and I know I can be controlling and have a minor OCD issue; I like women who are independent, intelligent, can think for themselves.  I don’t need or want some woman bowing down to me and calling me ‘Master’ all the time.”

I agreed with him.  I was a submissive lover with men and enjoyed a man taking control of me during sex, manhandling me, and yes being tied up can be fun.  I was too independent and sassy to be in a master and slave relationship.  Outside of any sexual activities, I did not like to be told what to do, how to act, what to wear, or who I could see and not be in a relationship with.

Sean looked into my eyes, “I am not looking for someone to fall in love with me, Lihn.  I want to be perfectly clear on that.  I am not looking to be a Sugar Daddy to some young girl either or a young girl with daddy issues.  That being said I am also not looking for a one-night stand.  If we are going to do this then it will be for the rest of the summer and until you go back to college.”

I made a mock pouty face, “What?  I am not good enough for you to continue fucking after I go back to college.”

Sean laughed, “I don’t do the long-distance thing and I have a feeling you would not be satisfied with it either.”

I thought of having a sexual affair with Sean and it appealed to me very much.  I was physically attracted to him and I was attracted to his personality.  I had never had sex with a man his age before and I did wonder how good it would be.  Based on the photo albums and what he was telling me, he had a good deal of experience and I imagined he would do things to me and with me that I never did before.  Then there was his photograph fetish.  That turned me on.  Posing for him like a professional model and the masturbation photos aroused me.  I liked masturbating in front of a man but never had one take photos of it.  That would be fun.  It would satisfy my exhibitionist fetish.

I giggled, “No, the long-distance thing is not for me either.”  He was setting some ground rules but I had some of my own.  “I don’t have daddy issues so don’t expect me to call you daddy.  I am not looking to get serious or fall in love with someone and I don’t need a man to support me.”  I then smiled at Sean, “I told you I was seeing someone else and, yes, we fuck and we fuck often and I don’t plan on breaking up with him.  Don’t expect me to be exclusive or monogamous.”

I have had some boys I casually dated tell me they loved me and I got out of that relationship PDQ.  I know it hurt the boys and I felt bad about it, but I was also honest and upfront with boys I dated.  I told them I did not want a serious relationship and it was highly doubtful I would be monogamous with them.  Some of them I was monogamous with others I was not.  I never had a relationship that lasted more than a few months and I wanted it that way.

When I went out with boys I went out intending to have sex with them and not as a potentially serious relationship.  I didn’t have sex with every guy I went out with.  Sometimes getting to know them on a date I found out I was not as attracted to them as I thought or they had a poor personality that turned me off. 

Sean nodded, “I have no problem with that but don’t expect me to be exclusive either, but don’t you think this other man has the right to know if you are fucking someone else?”

I shook my head but smiled, “That’s my problem.”

This would not be the first time I juggled two guys I was in a sexual relationship with and they did not know about each other.  I had no intention of telling Derrick but I felt better about it if at least one of the men knew about the other.  Juggling two men who did not know about each other and satisfying their sexual needs and mine was fun, but it could be exhausting also.  Having to make excuses and lies about why I could not see one or the other was so much of a hassle.

I was tired of talking and I was still horny and I wanted to get fucked!  I walked closer to Sean, smiling, and stopped within arm’s reach in front of him.  “So what now?  Do you want to play another round of quid pro quo?” 

“No, I think one round was enough.  I found some things out about you with your answers and some things you revealed that you did not realize.” 

I pouted, “But I want to know about your other fetishes.  I know two now.  The pictures and that you like to see a girl masturbating.”  I tilted my head, “Any others?” 

“I could tell you or you could experience them.  Your choice.”

I giggled as I moved even closer, raised the hem of my skirt past my waist, and sat straddling his lap with my arms around his neck.  I put my legs through the loops of the arms of the chair.  It was an easy fit because of my petite, skinny legs.  I then wrapped my legs behind the chair or tried to.  My legs were too short to go all the way around the back of the chair.  I put my feet on the edge of the desk and pushed us away from the desk to give us more room.  I felt Sean put his arms around my waist and I leaned down. 

“I would like to experience them,” I whispered in his ear.  I then brought my mouth to his and started kissing him.

As we kissed and our tongues explored each other’s mouths, Sean ran his hands down and cupped my ass cheeks, and pulled me closer to his body.  I took the hint and started grinding against him.  The material of his slacks felt very nice against my exposed pussy.  As we kissed and I was grinding against him, Sean ran his hands up my back and back down to my ass.

I broke the kiss and leaned back and started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt as he started to run his right hand through my hair. 

“Well, you are certainly a great kisser,” he told me with a smile.

“I am good at a lot of things,” I giggled as I unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie and threw it on the desk behind him. 

Once I had his shirt unbuttoned down to his stomach, I opened it.  Sean’s chest was smooth and hairless and I briefly wondered what other parts of his body did he manscape.  I didn’t mind if he shaved his chest or had it waxed or whatever he did to have the hair removed; I liked a hairy chest or a smooth chest.  I had no preference.  I took a moment to look at his body and he was fit. 

From working with him for the past two and a half weeks, I knew he went to a gym and worked out as well as jogged.  He often came into work early wearing workout clothes and was all sweaty.  He would take a shower in the bathroom in his office and change into one of his suits. 

I ran my hands down his stomach to his abs and started kissing his chest.  While Sean was fit, unlike Derrick he did not have defined abs or a washboard stomach, but his stomach was taunt and not flabby.  Derrick’s body was more defined muscles because he spent hours at the gym lifting weights while Sean seemed to work out to stay fit and not for muscle tone.  Again, I had no preference.  I had had sex with cute boys that were a little pudgy in the stomach or of average body type.  I was not a girl who was picky about a man’s body type.  True, I would stare and admire a muscular, shirtless body on the beach, but a man having a muscular body was not a prerequisite for me to be attracted to them. 

Sean made a manly moan as I kissed and licked his nipples.  He leaned back in the chair and I made a squealing gasp and started to giggle when the office chair’s back tilted until it hit the edge of the desk and Sean laughed.  I thought we were going to fall over.  I then leaned back in and started kissing his neck and started grinding my hips again as his hands once more roamed up and down my back.

Sean let me kiss and lick his neck for several moments and I could taste the hint of cologne he wore.  I was making whimpering moans into his neck as I teased him with my mouth.  Suddenly, I made a gasping moan when Sean grabbed my wrists and put my hands behind my back.  He held my small wrists with one hand and brought his other hand to my head, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my head back.  I moaned in pleasure.  He did not pull my hair hard and I liked having my hair pulled.

“Don’t move,” He told me and I giggled and nodded my head. 

Sean let go of my hair and reached behind him and grabbed his tie off the desk.  The man then let go of my wrists and started to tie my hands behind my back.  I giggled again.  I enjoyed being tied up.  Sean tied the tie around my wrists so that one end of the tie was tied tightly and it made a tail for the other end.  He pulled the tail over my shoulder.  God, I was so horny and wanted to get fucked so badly.  My pussy felt drenched with my fluid.  I was pretty sure I was leaving a wet spot on the crotch of Sean’s slacks.  I didn’t beg Sean to fuck me, it was not that I was opposed to begging to get fucked; I had done that often with a man, but I didn’t beg because while I wanted to get fucked I was also enjoying the foreplay.  I enjoyed lots of foreplay when there was time.  Begging to get fucked could some later. 

“Lean back and open your mouth.”  I l opened my mouth and leaned back as far as I could without falling off the chair.  Sean put the thin end of the tie in my mouth.  “Don’t let go of it no matter what?”

I nodded and was giggling as Sean started to unbutton my blouse.  I moaned when he ran his hands up my stomach and under my bra.  He gently grabbed my small breasts and I moaned as he fondled them and pushed them together.  I suddenly gasped with pleasure when his hands touched my nipples.  I had sensitive nipples and enjoyed them played with, pulled, and pinched.  When his hands found my nipples he raised his eyebrows and gave me a curious look.  I smiled because I knew what he found.

When I was seventeen, I had my nipples pierced and had stainless steel studded nipple bars going through them.  I liked my nipple piercings and thought they looked sexy.     

Sean reached behind me and unhooked my bra and then peeled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms.  With my hands tied behind my back, it prevented him from removing my bra completely.  He then brought his hands back to my breasts and placed his hands on them; his thumbs flicked the studs on the outside bar of each nipple.  I made a whimpering sound of pleasure.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”  he asked.  I bite down on the tie and nodded.  I did like my breasts and nipples played with; both gently and roughly.

Sean pushed my breasts together, causing me to moan again, and then I moaned louder, closed my eyes, and tilted my head back.  He had placed a thumb and index finger from each hand, placed them on the piercings studs, and pulled them to stretch my nipples.  It felt so good.  He was still pulling them when I opened my eyes and looked at him and when I moaned again the tie fell out of my mouth.

“Sean, please let me suck your cock, please,” I said not quite begging but close.  I wanted him to fuck me badly but I also wanted to have his cock in my mouth.

Sean pinched my nipples harder and I made a whimpering moan of mixed pleasure and pain.  “Patience, Lihn, we will get to all of that in time.”

I pouted and made a whiney sound.  While I enjoyed the foreplay, I didn’t have much patience when I got aroused as much as I was at the moment.  Sean continued to play with my nipples, being gentle at times, pinching them hard, and pulling at my piercings at other times.  I was whimpering and moaning in pleasure as I ground my hips to feel pleasure from my pussy.  I let out a squeal and giggled when I almost fell off of his lap. 

“Ohh… God… please, Sean, please fuck me now,” I was begging this time.  I no longer wanted to start by giving him a blowjob; I wanted to get fucked.

Sean ignored my please as he placed his hands under my butt and with my hands still tied behind my back, he stood up to lift me out of the chair.  I giggled again and he chuckled when my foot got wedged between the seat and the arm of the chair.  Once my foot was free and he was standing up, I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and continued to giggle as he used his foot to push his leather, office chair away from the desk.  I moved my head to him and we started kissing once more.  As we kissed, Sean turned us around and stood me up in front of his desk, broke our kiss, ran his fingers through my hair, and then turned me around.

“Bend over,” he told me.

I giggled again; yes, I giggle a lot because I like to have fun and be playful, and bent over slightly.  Sean unzipped my skirt, tugged at it, and it fell to the floor around my ankles.  He then reached up and pulled my blouse off of my shoulders and it along with my bra hung behind me; having my hands tied behind my back prevented them from falling to the floor.  I then felt’s Sean’s hands on my body, he placed his hands on my back just below my neck and ran them caressingly down the back of my body.  When he got to my butt I gasped loudly as he grabbed my pantyhose and again ripped them, this time to expose my butt.  He kept tearing them until my entire ass was free from the constraints of the nylon material. 

Sean then reached around in front of me and I closed my eyes in anticipation of him touching me; either to play with my erect nipples again or hopefully touch my pussy.  When I didn’t feel his hands on my body I opened my eyes and saw he was clearing off his desk to make a space in front of me.  It was not like in movies where the person hastily pushed everything to the side or off the desk.  Sean picked up the few items on his desk and neatly put them aside and then he moved the computer monitor and the keyboard.

“Bend over more.  All the way until your chest is flat against the desk.”

I had to take a step back from the desk and spread my legs further apart to be able to bend over the desk as he instructed me to.  I was giggling as I did so.  I bent over and winced when I felt my chest touch the cold desktop. I thought whatever he was going to do to me was going to be fun.  Maybe he would get on his knees behind me and use his mouth on my pussy and ass?  Maybe he was just going to fuck me from behind hard and fast?  Whatever he was going to do, I knew I was going to enjoy it.  I liked how he had ripped my pantyhose as well.  I thought it was sexy.  I stopped giggling when I saw Sean walk around the desk, to the entrance of the room, and take the paddled down off the wall. 

“What… what are you going to do with that?” I asked after I stood up.

I knew what he was going to do with the paddle and for the first time that night, I was afraid of Sean.  I liked getting spanked.  The playful spankings when fooling around and teasing to the hard spanks on my butt cheeks when I am getting my pussy or ass fucked from behind.  That excited me, but having my hands tied behind my back and being spanked by the ominous-looking paddle frightened me.  Sean walked to stand behind me again and my eyes followed him and I even turned my head when he came around behind me. 

“You wanted to experience my fetishes and this is one of them,”  Sean told me.  “I am not a sadist and don’t enjoy hurting people, especially women, and I don’t beat women; but I do like to spank them for any misbehavior.”

I swallowed hard and my eyes focused on the paddle.  “But… what… what did I do wrong?”  I whined.

Sean smiled and reached up to touch me and I flinched but he just ran his hand gently through my hair.  “I told you not to let the tie fall from your mouth and you did.”

“What if I don’t want you to paddle me?” 

“I can use my belt if you prefer and if not that I can untie your hands and you can get dressed and I will take you to your car and we can forget this evening.”

I had only been physically punished once in my life.  I was nine and visiting my Grandparents in Vietnam.  I was chasing a large, multi-colored butterfly and ran into an area in the rice patties that had not been used in many years and was overgrown.  The area was not used by the villagers because it had been mined during the war and there were still some unexploded land mines in the patties.  My grandfather came running into the rice patties, grabbed me, and carried me back to the village.  He then used a bamboo switch on the back of my bare upper thighs.  After he was done, he was crying and held me tight and told me I scared him near to death.  My parents never spanked me when I misbehaved. 

I could have left.  I could have told Sean to take me to my car and then I could have gone to see Derrick to get fucked.  But I didn’t.

I swallowed hard again and nodded and turned back around and bent over the desk once more.  I looked over my shoulder, “The… the paddle,” I told Sean and consented to his punishment. 

I didn’t want him to paddle me but the thought of it did excite me.  I did not want to feel how much it was going to hurt and the thought of the pain did not excite me.  What excited me was his control and dominance over me.  My eyes got watery with tears before he even struck me with the paddle. 

Sean did not waste any time teasing me or verbally taunting me.  I heard the smack of the paddle against my flesh echo in the room before I even felt the pain.  It was like in a cartoon where the cartoon character senses something wrong before it feels anything.  It was less than a second after I heard it that I felt the paddle striking my right butt cheek.  I yelped from the pain.  It stung a great deal but was not as bad as I thought it was going to be; it was rather stimulating.  The next strike again struck my small, right butt cheek and this time it was a little harder and stung more.  The next was even harder and I made a louder yelping whimper and my tears started running down my cheeks.

Sean’s strikes were very precise.  He paddled first my right butt cheek five times and then my left five times.  By the time he was done, my ass cheeks felt like they were on fire and I was crying and I imagined my butt was fire engine red.  I know he did not spank me with the paddle as hard as he could have and for that I was grateful, but it still hurt like hell.  I cried and told him how much it was hurting me but he did not stop because even though I wanted it to stop I never told him to stop.    

Although it hurt it was very arousing and my pussy was wetter than it had been.  I could feel it.  I could literally feel the fluid from my pussy dampening my inner thighs.  Even with my ass cheeks throbbing with pain, my desire for Sean to fuck me was stronger than before.  I didn’t think that would have been possible but it was.  Crying and sniffling and with my head on the desktop, I flinched when Sean laid the paddle on the desk beside my head and flinched again when he brushed my hair away from my face.  I could feel tears running down my cheeks and snot running out of my nose.  I turned my head to look away from Sean.  I did not want him to see me looking like I imagined I looked.

“Look at me, Lihn,” Sean told me.

I sniffled deep and turned my head.  Sean had to brush my hair away from my face again and then he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. 

“That is the only painful fetish I have.  The rest are very pleasurable,” he told me in a soothing voice.

I sniffled once more, “Ok.”  That was my only answer. 

I was not angry at Sean; I had consented to his paddling.  I was confused.  The paddling hurt a great deal and I never wanted anything like that again.  While I could not be mad at Sean because I agreed to it and though I cried and told him how much it was hurting me I did not stop it, I was now a little afraid of him.  Then there was how it made me feel differently.  It had excited me sexually to be paddled by him.  It was all so confusing. 

I liked rough sex more times than not; I liked being fucked hard, my hair pulled, being called degrading names, and my ass spanked differently than the painful paddling I had just endured.  I liked when I was giving a blowjob and the man would just fuck my mouth and make me gag and choke on his cock, but how arousing the painful paddling made me was so very different.  I couldn’t explain the difference; it just was.   

I didn’t have time to think about it more because Sean had gotten on his knees behind me.  I flinched again when his hand touched my butt cheeks.  I was scared he was going to spank me again.  Instead, he started seductively caressing my butt; it stung a little because my ass was hurting from the spanking, but only a little and it also felt nice.  I even giggled when he started kissing my butt cheeks and ran his tongue over them.  It tickled. 

“Now comes pleasure,” Sean told me with his usual arrogance and confidence. 

I moaned when he placed his hands on each side of my puffy vulva and spread my pussy open.  “Fuck, girl, you are so wet.  Does your pussy always get so wet?”

“Some… sometimes,” I answered.  It was actually more than sometimes.  “I… I am sorry.”  I apologized because I was not sure if he liked that or not and again, I was a little frightened by him now.

Sean chuckled, “No need to say you are sorry.  I like it.”

I gave a whimpering moan when Sean ran the tip of his finger up my pussy and flinched, this time in pleasure when his finger touched my now swollen and exposed clit.  My breathing started to increase, my moaning whimpers became more frequent, my nipples started to become painful erect, and my pussy fluid increased even more as Sean started using his finger to massage my clit.  All thoughts about my stinging ass cheeks vanished from my mind.

“Ohhh, God… Ohhh, God… Ohhh fuck.  That… that feels so good,” I gasped out between my moans.

When I was seeing the twenty-year-old black boy Carl, he once teased me after we had sex and said I was an “Oh God" girl.  I asked him what he meant and he said it was because when I was getting sexual pleasure all I kept saying in between my moans, whimpers, and even screams of passion was “Oh God” and the occasional “Oh fuck” or asking to be fucked harder, but mostly, I screamed out “Oh God.”  I told him I could not help what I said during sex and he laughed at me.

As Sean worked my clit with his finger he inserted two fingers into my pussy.  They slid in easily since I was so wet.  I started moaning louder as he finger fucked me and teased my clit.

“Ohh God… yes… yes… Ohhh my God!”  I gasped loudly when I felt his warm, wet tongue circle around my asshole. 

My head was turned to the side and my face was flat on the desk and I moaned again when I felt Sean’s tongue enter my ass.  He took his finger off my clit and moved his right hand over the front of my upper thigh and started massaging my clit again with more than one finger.  He kept using his fingers and tongue on me as I was moaning and gasping and my hands behind my back were twisting as I involuntarily tried to free them but all I did was tighten the knot that held my hands bound behind me. 

Sean slid another finger in my pussy and he commented how wet and tight I was and went back to rimming my asshole.  Once he had three fingers inside me, I felt him pull them back until they were only about two or three inches inside me.  He twisted his fingers so the palm of his hand was facing upward and curled his fingers slightly. 

“Uhhh… Uhhh God… Uhhh fuck… Uhhh my fucking God… yes… please… uhhh God, please don’t stop!”  I screamed out when his fingers found my G-spot.

I was withering on the desk, moaning and whimpering as Sean toyed with me.  “Well, this is interesting,” I heard Sean tell me.

I knew what he found interesting.  I could feel it; I could feel my pussy fluid running down my thighs and knew my pussy was leaking the thick, creamy white fluid.  I knew it was because it always did when my G-spot was stimulated.  I was experienced too much pleasure to think about worrying if Sean found it sexy or disgusting.  I also knew the chances of me ejaculating my orgasm fluid were going to be very high. It also normally happened when I had a G-spot orgasm.

I didn’t have to wait long before I found out.  “Ohhh, God!  Uhhh… fuck!  Ohhh God, I am going to cum!  Ohhh fuck, I… I’m… I’m cumming!”  It only took me about three minutes to cum once Sean had found my G-spot. 

The muscles in my body constricted, my eyes closed shut tight, and my face contorted in pleasure.  I called out to God several times, and I started with a loud gasping, moan of pleasure that turned into a high-pitched squealing sound until those turned into squeaking sounds until no sound at all came out of my open mouth as I came.  My body’s typical reaction when I orgasm. 

I was also correct in my assumption I would ejaculate when I orgasmed.  I could feel the dense fluid oozing out of my pussy drip on the hardwood floor of the room.  In my blissful state of post-orgasmic pleasure, I did not care and was not embarrassed by it. 

“Well, I must say that was very entertaining.”  Sean’s voice brought me out of my post-orgasm trance.  “You made quite the mess on my fingers and my floor.”  His tone was one of amusement. 

“I…I am sorry.  I can’t help it,” I told him between my panting for air.  I had not moved and did not want to move yet. 

“No need to be sorry.  I found it very sexy, although you have a mess to clean up.” He chuckled, “but you can do that later.”

Sean grabbed a handful of my hair and I whimpered as he pulled my head off the desk.  He placed his fingers that had been in my pussy in front of my face and they were glistening and covered in my white fluid.  I knew what he wanted and I did not mind at all.  I parted my lips and he inserted his three fingers into my mouth.  I licked and sucked them clean, enjoying the sweet musky taste of my sex fluid. 

When Sean felt his fingers were clean enough he slipped the hand under my stomach and pulled me to my feet by my hair and bracing my body on my stomach.  He did not untie my hands but turned me around to face him.   

“Now it’s my turn,” he told me.

I was correct in my earlier assumption, there was a damp area the crotch of his slacks from my pussy when I had been grinding on top of him.  I watched him unzip his slacks and pull out his erect penis.  Sean placed his hand on the top of my head and I got down on my knees in front of him.  I almost fell over as I knelt since having my hands tied behind me I could not get a good balance.  I rose on my knees with my face only a few inches from his hard cock jutting out from his crotch and open fly of his slacks.

His penis was a very nice size.  Sean looked to be about eight and a half inches or maybe nine, very large for me, but it was his girth that impressed me the most.  Sean’s girth was very large that it made his cock look a little stubby even though it was long.  I looked up at him, smiled, opened my mouth, and started to give him a blowjob.

What can I say about sucking a man’s cock besides that I love it?  I was damn good at it as well.  I love the feeling of a man’s cock in my mouth and down my throat.  I love sucking a man’s cock in all ways.  I love when he lets me control the tempo and the blowjob and I love when he would force it down my throat and choke me with it.  I love it when I would just open my mouth and relax my throat as he fucks my mouth.  I like nasty, messy, sloppy blowjobs.  I like spitting on a man’s cock, I like when my saliva gets mucus-like and pours out of my mouth to cover his shaft, and I like when my spit runs down my chin and covers my chest.  I like getting his shaft all slick with my saliva and using my hands to jerk his cock as I suck it.  I liked sucking and licking a man’s testicles, some men don’t like that, and I like licking and sucking his taint.  I have even rimmed one boy’s asshole before when he told me to.     

Sean let me control the blowjob.  I started slow and teased him.  I licked his shaft up to the head of his cock and then back down several times.  I took the head of his penis in my mouth and ran my tongue over it a few times and then took Sean’s thick cock deeper into my mouth.  I could feel the girth of it stretching my mouth wide.  I took Sean’s cock into my mouth about halfway and heard him give a masculine moan of pleasure.  I looked up at him and watched his face as I pulled my head back until his penis popped out of my mouth.  Still looking at him I giggled, parted my lips, and took his cock into my mouth once more.

I started sucking the man’s cock slowly.  I went about halfway down on him and then back until just the tip was in my mouth and then back down.  While I slowly bobbed my head back and forth and his cock going in and out of my mouth, I would run my tongue over the head of his cock and then on the underside of his shaft.  Sean apparently enjoyed it based on his moans of pleasure.  He kept his hands to his side and let me work his cock with my mouth.  I would let my saliva build up in my mouth and when my mouth became full of my spit I would allow it to run out of my mouth to cover his shaft and run down my chin onto my chest. 

After sucking his cock that way for a long time, I relaxed my throat, pressed my head into him and allowed his cock to go further down my throat.  I was very good at deep throating and even though he was long and thick I was able to take him down my throat.  I gagged a couple of times when Sean’s cock went deeper down my throat but did not stop until my lips touched the flesh of his crotch.  Once I had Sean’s cock as far as it would go in me, I held my head still and made swallowing actions.  I did gag on his cock and I coughed with a mouth full of cock and saliva and my spit came out of my mouth in a thick, mucus-like gob.

“Uhhgh… fuck, girl, you sure can suck a cock,” Sean moaned out.

I pulled my head back until his cock popped out of my mouth again.  There was a long string of my thick, heavy spit running from the tip of his cock to my mouth.  I started gasping for air but was also giggling and gave Sean an open mouth grin and went back to work on his cock.  I sucked it like before, deep-throated him, and pulled back until his penis was out of my mouth, gasped for air, and then back on his cock.  I repeated that four or five times.  I was enjoying hearing Sean’s masculine grunts and moans and him telling me I was a “great cock-sucker”.

When I had his cock out of my mouth and was gasping for air I saw his shaft was coated with my thick spit and it ran down his scrotum and there was a string of it dangling from his scrotum about to drip on the floor.  I grinned and lowered my head again, but this time I did not take his cock in my mouth.  Instead, I put my mouth around his scrotum and slurped up my spit.  I ran my tongue down his testicles and started aggressively licking and sucking Sean’s taint, enjoying the masculine mucky smell and taste and letting my saliva run down my chin onto my chest.

“Damn, girl, you sure are a nasty little slut for someone so young,” Sean commented.  I just giggled my answer and kept tonguing his taint.

Sean let me lick him for a while and then I let out a whimper when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head off of him.  He was much rougher in the hair-pulling that time.  Once my mouth was in front of his cock, I parted my lips and Sean shoved my head and his long, thick cock was forced down my throat.  I gagged but did not resist or try and pull away.  I liked when a man did that.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and relaxed my throat as Sean held my head in place by my hair.  He started thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth aggressively.  That was not the first time I had my mouth fucked that hard so I knew I could handle it and I liked getting my mouth fucked.

As the older man fucked my mouth, I was making these gagging and gurgling sounds each time his cock rammed deep down my throat.  I soon started making loud gulping gug…gug…gug… noises each time his cock was rammed down my throat.  My spit started pouring out of my mouth. 

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” Sean announced and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

Sean placed the head of his cock about an inch from my mouth and he started to stroke his cock that was slick from my saliva.  I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue as I watched him jerk his cock hard and fast.  Sean let out a deep grunt and his first load of cum shot out of his cock and landed in my hair above my left ear.  He kept stroking his cock and started making grunting moans and more cum exploded out of his cock. 

“Ummm... Ummm,” I moaned out as his cum splashed over me.

His cum was thick and warm and it sprayed all over my face, in my mouth, and in my hair.  There was a lot of cum and I sat back on my heels and enjoyed his orgasmic fluid spraying erratically over me.  I liked when a man came in my mouth and liked the taste of a man’s cum, but I did enjoy it more when he came all over my face and or body. 

I caught what I could in my mouth and licked up any cum that had gotten close enough for my tongue to reach.  Once Sean’s orgasm ended he let go of my hair and his cock and I put my mouth back on his penis and started licking and sucking it clean of his fluids.

“Damn, Lihn, can’t get enough huh?”  Sean teased me.  I just giggled again as I licked and sucked him clean.

Once he had enough, Sean pushed my head away and I sat back on my heels and looked up at him.  “That was a lot of cum,” I told him.

Sean chuckled, “Yes.  I have been so busy with the case that I had not had time to enjoy the pleasure of a woman.”

I ran my tongue over the side of my face and licked up some of his cum that was starting to run down my face and then grinned.  “So I am a woman now and not a kid?”  I teased.

Sean laughed, “Well, anyone who can give a blowjob like that and be so nasty about it is not a kid.  As far as being a woman, that has yet to be determined.  I need to see if you can fuck as good as you suck cock.”          

Sean helped me to my feet and turned me around to untie me.  The knot had gotten so tight that he had to get a pair of scissors from his desk and cut me loose.  Once free, I slipped my blouse and bra off and started to massage my wrists.  They had gotten numb and were sore.

“Go get a damp towel and clean yourself up and clean the floor up and meet me in my bedroom.  Just leave your clothes here.”

The linen closet was next to the guest bathroom and I got a hand towel and went into the bathroom to dampen the towel with warm water.  I looked at myself in the mirror and looked like a mess.  I smiled at the way I looked.  My mascara was smeared and had run down my face from my tears from the paddling, I had cum in my hair, and my face and cheat glistening with cum and spit.  I ran three fingers of my right hand from my belly to my chest, gathering up cum and spit, and then licked them.  I giggled and then washed with the warm, damp towel. 

I turned my hips slightly and looked at my butt in the mirror.  It was still red and I knew it was going to bruise.  I was not concerned about the bruising.  I already had four-day-old bruises on my body from the last time I had sex with Derrick.  They were small bruises from his fingers and scattered randomly on my upper inner and outer thighs, my upper arms, and a few on my breasts.

Derrick did not abuse me or beat me; for such a tall muscular man, he was rather a big teddy bear.  He was very attentive and affectionate with me, but he just liked rough sex and fucking me hard more than he enjoyed the intimate lovemaking.  I liked both and found both sexually satisfying.  The bruises were from his fingers when he would manhandle me during sex.  Plus, I did bruise easily.  They were not the first bruises left on my body from a man.  I liked the bruises.  I saw them like trophies and a remembrance of a great night of sex.  When derrick saw the bruises on my butt and yes he would see them because I was not giving up sex with Derrick, I would make some excuse such as I fell or something. 

I took off my ripped pantyhose and threw them in the trash can in the bathroom and I then went and wiped the floor where my cum had dribbled and where the spit and cum where I knelt to give Sean the blowjob.

So far, the evening had gone much better than I had even imagined it would and I hoped it would only get better once I walked into Sean’s bedroom.