Budtender gets his ass trained on-the-job by older female coworker

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I’ve read these wild stories and wanted to share something that happened to me a few weeks ago. I haven’t told anyone I know, but I don’t want to keep this in any longer.

I’m Dave, a 22-year-old budtender at a local pot shop. My older coworker, let’s call her Lisa, has always been overly flirty with me when we were alone. She is in her late thirties, with a body that made it clear she spent a lot of time at the gym. At first, I thought her comments and touches were harmless, but they became more intense, crossing lines I wasn’t comfortable with.

I could feel the anger building in me, bubbling up like a volatile chemical reaction until it exploded out of my mouth in one fateful sentence: “Why don’t you just take what you want from me?”

But instead of backing off at my challenge, Lisa’s eyes darkened with a predatory gleam. Before I even had a chance to react, she had twisted my arms behind my back and pinned me against the counter, her grip like a vice on my wrists. My shorts were suddenly yanked down, leaving me exposed and helpless against her advances. The cold glass pressed against my face served as a cruel reminder that this was no game – I was at her mercy now.

I struggled against her grasp, but her fists landed with brutal force on my stomach, stealing the breath from my lungs. As I gasped for air, I knew I was completely at her mercy. Without warning, she forced my ass cheeks apart and thrust a finger inside me, violating me with ruthless determination. The sensation was excruciatingly unfamiliar and degrading, and all I could do was endure it as she continued to assert her dominance over me.

Lisa’s other hand found my cock, her fingers digging into my flesh with a brutal precision that sent shivers of pleasure and pain down my spine. I was already rock hard and she stroked me mercilessly, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy with every stroke. Her filthy commands filled my mind, reminding me that I was hers to use however she pleased. As she inserted more fingers into my tight ass, tears streamed down my cheeks from the intense sensation. But Lisa whispered in my ear that she would only use three fingers today, even though it felt like her entire fist was deep inside me, claiming me as her own.

My body betrayed me. Despite my anger and humiliation, I could feel myself getting close. My mind was screaming at me to stop her, to push her away and walk away. Anger, humiliation, and passion overtook me. My body had a mind of its own, responding eagerly to her skilled touch. My pride battled with desire as she worked my ass and my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. And just as I couldn’t resist any longer, she squeezed my shaft hard, forcing me into a powerful climax that left me feeling both satisfied and ashamed. I shot my load all over the glass counter, reminding me of my conflicting emotions.

Breathing heavily, still reeling from the unexpected orgasm, I heard the bell over the door jingle as a customer walked in. Lisa pulled her fingers out of my ass and calmly ordered me to clean up my mess. My legs were shaking as I pulled up my shorts and grabbed paper towels, wiping my cum off the counter while she greeted the customer with a cheerful smile, acting like nothing had happened.

After that my ass has been hers, and every morning she follows the same agressive move. She’ll force me over the counter, pull down my shorts and finger fuck me. And yes, she did manage to get the full fist in there. I could quit and find another job, but I’m curious to see where this leads. Maybe I’ll have another letter soon.

Yours in submission,

Dave