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The bitch in roar

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on: June 28, 2019, 10:45:07 AM
"THE BITCH IN ROAR"



As I have already told you, throughout my experiences I have tried different types and sexual tendencies. To my memory comes that beautiful sadomasochistic woman, who later would be "my bitch in roar".



In 1998, when social service ended in a Government Unit, there was a change of command. At the head of the Administrative Department in which I was working, a new head arrived.



Before meeting her physically, we all knew that she was a woman from a wealthy family with a long political career (which explained the position she was assigned, as usually happens in Mexico); divorced and without children.







The next day, a general meeting of the Department was ordered, to present the new chief, and that this one in turn, as is customary, gave the traditional personal speech in which it would define its positions and lines Action.



When the more than 20 people that were part of that Department were already in the meeting room, they arrived....accompanied by the Secretary General, came a woman of elegant bearing, dressed in a suit tailor color bone, and like the true women with class and social touch, lightly jeweled and with a deliciously tenuous perfume. That suit, although in a skirt below the knee, fitted, showed a superb body, appetizing and receiving the treatment of a queen.



After the introductions, she spoke, she was seen to be energetic and despotic, accustomed to sending and receiving what she asked for.



I, like most men, could not help but see (dissimulately) that face, profiled, small-mouthed and perfectly delineated lips. His eyes were almond; his hair was brown; and his body, which was a perfect cave. Her breasts were hard and round, but not large. Her waist was small, her hips beautiful and her white skin crowded, (perhaps her best) was an irresistible combination for anyone. Average 1.68 (approx.) and had a command gift that was to be recognized.



A few days passed in which we barely exchanged words, given that I was not a bureaucrat of that Dependency; I was only a Student performing a social service that would end in a month.



Therefore, the almost tyrannical rhythm to which he subjected the entire office did not reach me directly. Within a couple of weeks, he had "catalogued" each of the workers and professionals under his command, labeling them as "lazy and vulgar office workers.



15 days before finishing my service, I went to his private office, because as it is procedure, the chief should sign the sheets of proof of my service.



Come in," he said.



Good morning Contadora, I come to deliver these papers, which I need, sign







Ahhh...well, it's from your social service, isn't it?..ummm...you're my friend Laura's family, right?







Yes, she is my aunt," I replied, "she has sent her greetings (which was true).







And why didn't you come talk to my office, um... I think you've been avoiding me all these days," he reproached with a slight smile.







No, it's not that... she's just too busy organizing things and I didn't think it prudent to waste her time.







Well, don't tell me "accountant" I'm Marisela, for friends," he said as he extended his hand to me.



Thank you," I replied, "then I leave you the documents, I still have 15 days to deliver them, so you can review them and sign them as soon as your occupations allow.







From that day on, she began to entrust me with diligences, to which I put myself in charge, and I gave my best effort, not to give satisfactory results, but to show her that I was not the only one with a gift of command and with the capacity to carry out the assigned tasks.



Thanks to that, we had daily conversations, more and more informal. Until a week before my service ended he told me that he had spoken to my aunt and that we had a breakfast appointment the next morning. I took that as a compliment, because many times both had had breakfast, and now she included me.



The next morning, my boss spoke to me to tell me that we had a table reserved for a very elitist place in the city.







I arrived dressed casually, but sober, in black trousers and a linen wine shirt. The two of them were already drinking the coffee before breakfast.







Hello my life, you're already here - said my aunt, while she kissed me on the cheek)







You did keep us waiting," said Marisa, "but at least I took the opportunity to tell your aunt how capable you are as a professional, that you will surely make an excellent lawyer. And that it's a pity that in a week you leave my office, because people like you are the ones who are needed.



Thank you for the flattery," I replied.



Thus, between unimportant talks, breakfast passed.







Why don't you walk me to the office? I've got your papers signed," he said.







Well," I replied, "I said goodbye to my aunt and we went to the parking lot of the place, when we arrived at her European car last model, she said to me: drive!







It's an order," I asked with a smile.



No, I have observed you and I know that you do not go with the orders, rather to command and have control, so I ask you to drive.



I noticed the first advance on her part, and being in the car, my suspicions were confirmed, when she started a sexual romp, caressing my crotch and bringing her lips closer to mine.







You know the papers are a true pretext," he said in his ear.



Yes, I imagined it," I replied.



You think I didn't notice when you looked at my tits and ass?  You think I don't know what you feel like possessing me? -he asked as he was rubbing his hand on my trousers (which already showed a clear erection) and gently biting my right ear.



Without saying a word, I took it by that delicate neck, and on a stop, we gave each other a passionate kiss, (which lasted until the cars in the back began to whistle).



He started to unzip my pants.....



I feel like giving you a blowjob while you're driving," he said so confidently that it bothered me.



Even though it was 100 degrees hot, I held back... yes," I told him, "but I didn't feel like it, too.



Don't be heavy, you've got her to burst... is that you'll do the begging? -Look, those games don't go with me," he warned.



Then find yourself another toy, we're not in the office and I'm not on your orders," I said annoyedly, "and so we get to the office.



She opened and said to me: then what?......then nothing," I replied, "while I took her by the hair and attracted her to me, giving her a kiss, more than passionate, almost brutal. I didn't realize where or when he pulled out a small item I saw in his left hand, I just felt a slight blow to the buttocks.



I instantly responded with such a violent slap that I threw it to the ground.



Siiiiiiiiiiiiii...like this!!!!! I knew you liked it, take...punish me, ...I said kneeling offering me the fuete with his hand.



I took the coffin and violently stopped her by the hair until I left her against her desk.



I like that I....plassssss (I gave him a blow on the breasts that did not let him finish the sentence)



I threw away the bowl and lifted it with one hand by the neck, almost suffocating it.







I don't care what you like, bitch! What's important is what I like!



I thought I'd hurt him, because he started to tremble and his eyes seemed to be going backwards.... Yeah, I'm a bitch! I'm your bitch in brama!!!!! -But I'm only the one who knows how to rule, like you.







I started to take off my belt, and when she saw this, she desperately stripped me of my pants and my shirt...Plafffffft....I slapped her again.







Get a hold of yourself, bitch! I ordered!







Yeah.... if my lord... pulled a dog choke collar from his desk. Put my chain on me, put it on me and make me walk on all fours like the bitch I am.



So I did, while tearing her fine clothes...I didn't touch her with my hands again, I handled her with the chain...when I wanted to raise her I pulled the chain upwards, while she suffocated and caressed my breasts.







You're a bitch and you'll serve me as such," I shouted.







Yeah, I'm your bitch, my master. I am at your command, sir. But punish me, punish me, I beg you.



I treated her mercilessly, lost count of the slaps I gave her, and also when she was on all fours, sucking, moaning with excitement at the slaps I gave her with my penis that seemed to explode.



I had no delicacy with her, I penetrated her without contemplation while strangling her with one hand.



She was in a state of total trance, moaning and biting me.







I took her by the hair and penetrated her through that Pink anus, which opened the way to a single covering. When I finished, I had him wipe the remnants of shit and semen with his mouth.



I left her tied like a bitch to the desk leg (so I begged myself to do it) and went home a little confused.







Now I know why the "accountant" head of that office practices rappel and calls herself a professional climber. That disguises the blows and scratches very well. I was never with her again, she signed my papers and I left the service of that Unit. Then I learned, they said, that very often wild screams and groans were heard when she was in "private meeting" with the Secretary-General.



Thus, I knew that hard sex and sado were not among my preferences... and that the corrections and punishments I impose on my slaves have another purpose and nature.


 

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