Innocent-girl's lust turns her into a SEX slave

Before Ethan I thought sex was like the movies... a little touching, then an in-and-out job that all sort of happened in the heat of the moment. When Ethan crossed my life I was twenty-one and only a little experienced with sex. He was my boss, tall, dark-haired, handsome, and with the air of power that drove most of the women we worked with wild.

We started becoming friends, but I couldn't get sex off my mind when I was with him. The way his teeshirts would cling to his chest, the way his wavy hair hung over his eyes, the way his hand would touch my elbow, turned me on constantly. Finally, he admitted to having feelings for me too. As he put it, "When I'm spending time with a girl with a hot, round ass, perfect blond hair, and a figure like an hourglass- tits hanging out of her tank top - how can I not want to make her cum?"
That's what led to one Saturday night, after a date, back at my house.

We were kissing. Just kissing, at first, but I began squirming. My legs couldn't stop moving, because between my legs I felt all hot and bothered. Ethan couldn't keep a smile off his face between kisses. Though he normally kept himself a little distant, this time I noticed that after we kissed and i was all breathing hard and aching, his left hand rested on my thigh, and his right hand was at my neck. Without saying anything, he slipped his hand down my neck, to my collarbone, and slowly... slowly, over my left breast. "Your nipples just got hard, little one," he said, smiling a little smugly. He pinched through the thin octton tank top, and I let out a breath. Between my legs, I felt more than funny. I felt... wet. Sticky. crazy for him to keep touching me, but shy too. I noticed that his other hand was inching up my leg, under my skirt, and I felt every inch of him. He stopped right below my lacy panties, where my skin was already damp.

He raised his eyebrow. "Damp I see? I can't imagine what you're like further up." Something in me wanted him to move farther up, to touch me, but he didn't. He just let his other hand pinch my nipples, then slide each strap off my shoulders until my shirt slid down, leaving my breasts bare. I shivered, and my nipples puckered more. I wanted him to touch me, now, all over. I was aching for him. But he didn't. He stood up, and began to take off his shirt.
"I want to relax. It should be quite a night." Finally, I could see his hard, bare chest, six pack and all. I ached... my clit was throbbing , wondering why his hands had left me. Suddenly, they returned. Without any warning, I felt his hands slide up my legs to the edge of my panties. Slowly, slowly, his fingers slid under the panty-crotch (slid because I was so wet for him... so wet...) to touch between the lips of my pussy. Just tapped his fingers once, twice, and I moaned. He had me so turned on, I think I could have cum if he'd touched me any harder.

But he didn't. He just moved his hands out, all wet and sticky, and massaged my nipples with his cum-soaked fingers. "You want me, don't you?" he asked. "I can feel you all wet and hot for me. All for me. Isn't that right?" I nodded, unable to deny it. He smiled. "What would you do for me to touch you... to drive you to complete ecstasy?" I widened my eyes. He meant this. The sexiest guy I had ever seen just offered to get me off. 
"Anything." I replied, "Anything."
"You promise? There's no -" He nipped my nipple suddenly, turning me on even more - "- turning back if you want this." I nodded again. 
"All right. Well it just so happens that it turns me on when women like you masturbate their pretty pussies for me. All for me, telling me how much you are aching for me. Can you do that?"
Now I'd heard of masturbation before, but I had always been afraid of it. But I wanted him so much, that I figured I had to do what he said. "Yes, Ethan." He smiled. 

"Not so easy, now. I have a few things to do first." Without warning, he stripped me of my skirt, leaving me with just my panties and my shirt that had fallen down to my waist before. He ripped off the thin tank, and I was in my panties, nearly naked. You could see my shaven pussy through the lace, and I was wet for him. Next he pulled rope from under the bed, and tied each leg to a bedpost and my left arm to another. Only my right hand was free. Then he stripped down to his boxers - he was so sexy, and his hardness showed through the silk. He seemed as huge as in my fantasies. 

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Go. Drive yourself crazy, my horny little whore. You want me, so prove how much."
I hesitated. But slowly I started sliding my right hand unconsciously over my breasts, and i realized how sensitive my nipples were. I experimented pinching them, and it felt good. But it made the longing between my legs even stronger. Slowly, I slid my hand down over my stomach to the edge of the lace. Over the lace, to the crotch. Touched the dampness gently, and felt a wave of horniness take over. I looked at Ethan, and now his cock had popped through the slit of his boxers just a little. He didn't even need to urge me anymore, and I began to touch myself through my panties. I fumbled some, because I'd never done this before. 
"Tell me how you feel, sex-whore," he urged me. "Part of the deal."

"I feel... oh gosh, so wet... and, damp... through my panties. I'm aching for you so much... I see your cock through your shorts and... oh gosh... I just want... i need you." And I was rubbing harder now. Suddenly, through my panties just wasn't enough. I needed to feel the wetness of my pussy.