1. Blinded by the Light


    Date: 1/13/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Black, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Humiliation, Interracial, Torture, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    talk to someone, filling in the empty space with casual banter. A few times, his computer seemed to freeze up and he had to call the IT department and reboot his terminal, all the while trying to make small talk and lavish her with very subtle compliments. In his mind, the more time he spent with her, making small talk, he could get answers to his questions. He very much wanted to ask her very personal questions. She didn’t wear a wedding ring so one of the many scenarios he created in his head involved her being a divorcee and the money was part of her divorce settlement. In addition to being a drug cartel “queenpin” the lottery scenario played itself out a few times in his head as well. Mostly, he fantasized that she extorted the money from some rich guy whom she was sexually involved with who had secrets to hide and this was her payoff money. Maybe he died and left her the money in his will because he was so devoted to her, angering his conservative family who knew nothing about his sexual proclivities while he was living. That particular fantasy was the most arousing for him as he could have her fit his fantasies of being a cruel dominatrix who inflicted unrelenting pain. Every day, Elaine would come attired in a severe but sexy suit, makeup and hair done to perfection, and heels. It was her shoes that always held his attention. Bob was captivated by them. They were expensive, he could tell, and they looked like torture devices with pointy stilettos and pointy toes and ...
    platforms that looked like only the most experienced acrobat could walk on. As the last of the red tape had been navigated and it was clear that they had no more need to interact on a daily basis, Bob thought for a moment that he would work up the nerve to ask her for coffee. He rearranged papers and opened and closed drawers and stood at the copy machine and changed the ink cartridge that wasn’t nearly empty trying to work up his nerve before he told her that she was cleared for take-off as it were. It wasn’t professional and he knew he could get in trouble if he did but just the thought of asking her out to find out her real story was enough to keep him running the scenario over in his head. He fidgeted until he couldn’t fidget any more. He did everything but ask her out. Instead he simply said, “Ms. Maxwell, it’s been a pleasure working with you and if you need anything further, please feel free to call me. Here’s my card.” That was the best he could do. He was even too scared to write his own personal cell phone number on the card. Elaine smiled and placed the card in her billfold and turned to leave without so much as a thank you or goodbye. He slumped in his chair as she walked away and he stared at her ass in that form-fitting suit and with nasty thoughts of what he would do to her, well, what she would do to him more accurately. Just as the door to the bank closed, he looked at his desk and her very expensive Mont Blanc lay there. He grabbed it and sprinted for the ...
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