Never Again!

So, I've been working in this office for about a year. It's nothing special, just basically spreadsheets. OK, so I'm like an Excel expert, and actually, I find the work sort of satisfying in a way. It's not bad. And it pays well. The only problem was my boss. She's a big woman, both in body, and in voice. Oh my God, what a voice! When she whispers you can hear it five desks away. But her normal voice lifts the roof about an inch. Did I say she's big? I mean like nearly 6 feet tall, and she could stand to lose twenty pounds too. She has red hair, big breasts. If I were taller than 5'9" I might actually find her attractive. Oh, what am I saying? [laughs] She wasn't terrible, as a boss. I mean, she didn't yell at people, make them stay late or anything like that. She was just loud, and sometimes insulting. Like, Beverly, a woman who works in her office was telling my boss - her name is Sandi - that whereas she enjoys working in our air-conditioned office, her husband loves working outdoors in the heat of summer. He loves the heat. Sandi just immediately says, "Oh, like a snake!" She insults people without even knowing it. One afternoon she comes over to my desk and invites me out for a drink after work. Weird, eh? What's even weirder, is I accepted. So there we are in the bar, and she tells me she likes 'unencumbered sex.' I perked up. I could go with some of that. Haven't had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend for that matter, in, well, way too long. Maybe like six months? Yeah, it's been six months. I engaged with her in that conversation, and before you know it, we're at my place. As soon as we stepped in the door, she exclaims, "Wow, how can you live in such a small place?" By now, I knew her style, and I just laughed. "Oh, are you laughing at me?" she asked. "Yes!" proclaimed boldly and perhaps defiantly. "Well, take off your clothes." That was a strange segue but I didn't need to be asked twice. We headed over to my bed, and as I unbuttoned my shirt, she immediately pulled off her skirt. To my surprise, she had been wearing nothing underneath. I realized she had to have been that way in the office, too. I wonder how long that's been going on. I had to admit in my mind, that if I had known that, I would have really wanted to sneak a peek. But that was not necessary now. Her shaved somewhat puffy pussy was in plain view, and the invitation to play was unmistakable. We finished undressing quickly. My penis was already almost fully hard as I removed my underwear. Did I mention she's a bit big and overweight? It was more obvious once she had removed everything. Her pendulous breasts hung low, but not entirely unattractively. I liked her big, pinkish nipples and the freckles on her chest. Her ass was I have to say truly flubberly, but I was not complaining. We started kissing and rolling around on my bed. I was fully hard now, and started to get ready to put it in her. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a rubber. She stopped me before I opened the packet. "No fucking" is all she said. I was confused and disappointed. Like was she just teasing me? Was this all a big joke? But no, she had a different plan. She said she was deathly afraid of STDs, which I suppose is a good thing. I am too, but can get carried away in the moment, thinking that fucking a relative stranger with a rubber is OK. She pushed me down on the bed, and situated herself with her beautiful very white (absolutely no suntan) puffy pussy in my face and somehow she situated her knees on the palms of my hands. She then proceeded to fondle my balls while I licked her delicious vagina. She started squeezing quite firmly, but not painfully. No one has ever done that to me before, and I ejaculated right away. I mean, she didn't even touch my penis, and that happened! She yelled at me. Words that may be too shocking to print even on Solotouch. She then reached over and pulled something out of her purse. It looked like a towel or something. No, it was a number of long silk scarves all bunched together. She then started tying my wrists to my headboard, and my ankles to the footboard. Whaaa? She shushed me, and for some reason, I was OK with it, and I trusted her. I couldn't even tell you why. Perhaps it was confused thinking having just come down from a strange but crashing orgasm. She made very quick work of it. When she was done, my penis was still mostly hard. Sandi then did something quite out of character: She complimented my body. I'm just average in every way. Could use to lose five or ten pounds. The only thing I'm proud of is my beard. She complimented that too, but mostly she was saying I had a nice dick, nice balls, and like the way I wasn't circumcised. I was proud. She then roughly grabbed my penis with one hand and immediately started rubbing the top of it with the palm of her other hand. I literally screamed, but she didn't stop, not matter how much wiggling I did. I don't know if you've ever had that done to you, but it is absolutely torturous. You really, really want to get away, or want it to stop. It is like an extreme tickle. But tied down like that, she easily overpowered me. I doubt I would have even needed to be tied down. She's a big woman. I screamed again, and she took yet another scarf and tied it around my head and through my mouth. I was becoming frightened. And something else. Excited. Really? Was I getting fully erect again? I was! And she returned to my genitals. She very gently ran her fingernails over my scrotum, and even though I had ejaculated less than five minutes ago, it felt really, really nice. She lightly tapped all over the shaft of my penis with her fingertips, and I hardened up fully. I mean, really, really hard. She worked her way up to the tip of my penis with her light fingertip tapping. Then she stopped. She excused herself and went to the bathroom, leaving me tied up with nowhere to go, and no way out, and nothing to do for two or three minutes, which felt like a half-hour. My penis was sticking straight up, as hard as it had ever been in my life. I rather liked the experience, and just focused on its throbbing hardness until she returned. But I was also a bit frightened at what she might be planning to do next. Sandi wrapped one fist around my penis, and then returned to that palm rubbing thing. And she kept going and going. I squirmed so hard my arms were trying to cramp. I swore to myself I'd never let myself get into this kind of situation again. I was imagining suing her for sexual harassment or something like that. She kept going. Suddenly, it occurred to me, I wasn't in hell. I was in heaven. The feeling changed. Now, it was becoming sort of a cross between feeling like I have pee and I was going to cum again. She went on, and on, and I didn't pee, and I didn't cum. As time passed, I was starting to feel that inevitable 'gonna cum' feeling building up. And then, being the artist I came to understand she truly was, she suddenly stopped. She untied me, thanked me, put on her clothes, and left. Just like that. I never had a chance to reciprocate. As I sat on my bed in confusion, I rubbed myself off to a nice second orgasm of the night. The next day, I saw her at work, wondering how to act, and how she was going to act. As it turns out, nothing changed. She didn't even wink at me. It was just business as usual. I was glad, because the whole thing was a nightmare that I was certain I'd never let anything like that happen again. But it wasn't a nightmare. It was wonderful! OK, I was totally confused! Over the next months, several times, I hinted and outright let her know that I'd like to do it again. She never even accepted an evening of drinks with me. Oh, we're friendly enough on the job, but we have settled down to her being my overly-loud boss, and me being the guy who does her spreadsheets.