Discovered My Submissive Side Ch 8
I have a big personality, particularly by most Asian standards. Maybe it's the fact that I'm a Leo, very independent and extremely outgoing. Most would not associate Asian culture with words like "outgoing", as it tends towards a more balanced harmonious approach. In Japan, there is an expression that says the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. That sums up the culture very well. Then there is me. I knew early on that I wanted to reside in the U.S.. Simply put, I fit in better with the American culture of independence and adventure. And I always had a heightened attraction to white men - so much so that I routinely went to night clubs when I first arrived and went home with the hottest guy I could find. The anonymity of being in a big city, full of tremendous opportunity, was such a thrill and there was nowhere more anonymous than a San Francisco night club - roaming hands on the dance floor, being led to the dark corner of the room and the unmistakable vibe of hunter and hunted.
Now that I'm in my mid-40s, I thought my wild days were behind me. Marriage, a career in healthcare and adult responsibilities took center stage and left me both busy and sexually unfulfilled. That all changed when I met Linda and Doug. They lit a fire in me, brought me back to my early 20s, only this time it was like my 20s on steroids. I was fully prepared to embrace my desires and see where it takes me.
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It's been two weeks since the company retreat at Linda's lake house and I've heard nothing from my boss. I'm beginning to worry. Did I do something wrong? Reflecting back on the weekend, I don't believe so. In fact, the weekend was glorious. I have never been so thoroughly satisfied in all my life. What's even worse than the anxiety related to no communication is the lack of any physical contact. Linda and her gorgeous husband, Doug, woke something up inside of me and now I can't stop thinking about it.
When I returned home from the retreat late Sunday afternoon, my husband was waiting for me in the family run.
"Hi, honey," he said with more enthusiasm than I needed. "How was the offsite?"
I couldn't tell him that no other colleagues showed up and I was the only item on the menu. Nor could I tell him how much I enjoyed being repeatedly defiled, how my body reacted to their touch and that I was exhausted from a lack of sleep. So I did what anyone would do in that situation, I avoided the truth.
"It was great. I was able to spend time with many of the executives and get to know them in a more personal level. I think it will definitely help my career," I replied. Well, it was true, wasn't it?
"You look a little tired, dear. Late night?" he continued.
"Yes, it was. You know how those events go, people staying up later than they should, some people over indulging. I didn't get as much sleep as I would have liked," I said. "I'm going to unpack, take a quick shower and change. Be right back."
The hot water felt reinvigorating against my pale Asian skin as I stood underneath the waterfall shower head, allowing the warmth to penetrate deep into my body. After ten minutes of indulgence, I reached for the shaving cream, spread a reasonable amount over my right leg, grabbed the razor blade and began grooming. When I was satisfied that it was smooth enough, I switched legs and repeated the exercise. With both legs complete, I squirted a bit more shaving cream into the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands together to create enough foam and lathered the mound between my legs. Ever since arriving in the U.S. from Japan, I've kept my pussy clean shaven. There's just something sexy about seeing myself in the mirror without the obstruction of hair that seems a bit, well, naughty.
Careful to avoid nicking my lady parts, I took my time to make sure I didn't miss anything. I reached for the hand held shower device to rinse the remaining foam off my body. As the jet stream made contact between my legs, it inadvertently hit my clit, buckling my knees. I wasn't expecting that! I guess I didn't realize how sensitive I still was. After all that took place over the weekend, how could I still be horny? Rather than ponder that existential question, I chose to enjoy the moment by switching the setting to a pulsating flow.
"Ahhhh," I moaned slightly, allowing the water to hit its mark.
"Oh, God!"I whispered careful not to attract attention from outside the bathroom.
As the water pelted my clit, my thoughts wandered back to Linda's husband, Doug, seeing his bare chest and powerful thighs as I drove up the lake house driveway, sweaty from yard work. I recalled how he bent me over and took me from behind, thrusting so deeply that I thought he would split me in half. I wanted to feel that again now. I wanted his steel cock in my mouth, wanted to show him that I could satisfy him better than his wife could.
I sat down on the shower floor and spread my legs wide, imagining him in front of me telling me to spread open so he could see my wet pussy. He continued to tease me, asking if I wanted his thick white cock.
"Yes, I want it," I whispered barely audible, his face etched in my mind.
My hand reached between my legs to continue what the water started. My fingers began rubbing my clit as the water continued cascading over my body. I was once again in their master bedroom, Doug gripping my hips and plunging into me from behind, my pussy opening up to his harsh punishment. It felt amazing. I could almost hear his body slapping against the back of my ass. My rubbing became more frantic, more desperate, as I thought about what he did to me.
"Oh, yes! Again. I want you. I want it inside me again. Please!" I pleaded.
As my imagination relived the weekend, my body was climbing towards another orgasm. My pace quickened as I remembered how he felt just before he dumped his seed deep inside me, gripping my hips and thrusting hard as his body tensed.
"Oh, yes! More! Oh, fuck! Right there! Fuck!" I said out loud, as my hips thrust upward and my body shuddered, reaching the summit.
Just as I came, the door to the bathroom opened slightly. "Honey, are you okay! I thought I heard you yell," my husband said.
Fortunately, the L-shaped bathroom design doesn't afford a direct view of the shower so he couldn't have seen me. I scrambled to my feet and cracked the shower door enough to respond.
"I'm okay I just slipped but I'm fine. I'll be right out," I recovered.
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I was back at work on Monday, reviewing client information, when Linda's administrative assistant, Maria, called.
"Nari, Linda would like to see you if you have a few minutes," she said.
"Of course," I replied. "I'll come right over."
As I walked through the office hallway to Linda's corner office, I wondered whether Linda had ever played with Maria. Linda is fond of beautiful things and Maria certainly qualifies. A petite 5'4", Maria was of Mexican descent with dark skin, thick red lips, long flowing dark hair, a small tight ass and large breasts. In some ways, she resembled me in stature (without the big breasts) and Linda seemed to have a fetish for petite women that she could dominate. And who better to dominate than your admin who is already depended on you for a paycheck?
As I approached, Maria looked up. "You can go right in. She's expecting you," she said with a smile.
"Thank you, Maria," I replied.
I noticed that the curtains were drawn as I knocked on the door and
