"Come in." With a pleasant tone, she allowed his secretary in, and ground her foot to his pants, containing his cock.
A pulse ran up his abdomen, burning. He sealed his lips and closed his eyes, and the skin on his back flowered with goosebumps.
She began scrubbing the foot of her heel to his cock, delicate, up and down, from the tip to the base. In motions, even his soul could feel.
"What is it?" She asked his secretary and stomped his balls. Lightly.
A muffled whimper evaded his mouth, a wooden noise following it. His secretary flinched. He zipped his mouth, his eyes widening at her foot.
She wasn't exercising that much pressure.
"I need the bosses' signatures for a project approval," the secretary said,
questioning her ears.
With a smirk beautifying her, she continued stomping his balls, then advanced up to the tip of his rod, tender.
"He's in the washroom. Take a seat until he comes out." She replied, her heart racing, her lungs aching, and her ears getting red.
He sealed his mouth tighter, waiting for his secretary to be gone. It was getting tough for him to hold his moans against her foot playing with him like that.
But she wanted his secretary to hear him; even a little would thrill each of her nerves.
She stomped the tip of his dick harder. He flinched under the desk again.
A loud thud echoed in the office, and she smirked, watching his secretary's eyes widen. "Did you hear that?" His secretary questioned.
"What?" she replied. She wanted to laugh so badly.
Having heard his secretary, he seized her calf and mumbled, "Tell her to go!"
She applied more pressure onto the tip of his cock. He covered and dug his nails into her skin, his throat hoarse. "Please!"
Her heart swelled, her lips smirking ever so lightly. That is exactly what she wanted to hear.
"Why don't you wait outside? I think it will take him some time." She winked at the secretary and sent her off, pulling herself back a few inches with the chair, her eyes falling on his shuddering gigantic body.
His cheeks were flushing red, his body was crammed inside the tiny space. His eyes were drowsy, his throat hoarse with lewd noises slipping, and his rod had soaked his black pants.
"Look at you." She chuckled, "A trembling mess," and licked her lips, her breaths rattling.
"Please, you need rest." He grumbled, his eyes on her heel.
"Is that so?" She is regarded by his eyes on her foot. She was sitting, leg over leg. Then she swayed her foot in the air, watching his eyes follow her like a shadow.
"So, you don't want this?" She put her foot on the floor and stretched her legs.
Silence.
His breath hitched. He gazed at her eyes, then at her soaked panties sticking to each line and curve of her pussy.
He dug a teeth to his lower lip, his heart and dick were throbbing. His head had gone numb, all thoughts scattered on the ground akeen to him.
She observed him, then smirked wider once his nose was glued to her panties and lips, whimpering.
"That's what I thought." Her fingers slipped into his hair, her body relaxing in the chair. She gazed at the ceiling and exhaled. His lips were kissing her through her panties. Ever so gently.
His whimpers were deeper, his body was shuddering more. Need was planted in him to the core of his presence; his sense of self had left him.
Has his mind gone black?
Definitely.
"See, I'm not using even an ounce of strength." She inhaled, whimpering, her eyelids heavy and her cunt getting wetter against his lips.
He nodded, panting, his eyes onto her throat, and began licking the pocket in between the panties, the friction of her panties harsh against him, kind of like her.
From slow to fast, from gentle to vigorous, his tongue continued licking her, making her moan and clutching onto his strands.
He turned needier, his tongue faster. He continued watching her, moaning and writhing upon the chair, a treat for both his eyes and tongue.
He picked up the pace of his jaw, wanting her eyes on him, but she did not look at him. He didn't need that.
Filled with devotion and negligence, he nipped her pussy through panties. She wonced and raised her head from the head of the chair. "Why did you do that?" She nudged his face away, her fingers yanking his head by his hair.
He whined, lips wide open, looking at her with puppy eyes. His eyes said all when his lips quivered to slip a word.
A smile fondled her cheeks like the night sky, her heart booming. "Do you want me to remove my panties, Mr. CEO?" She questioned. He nodded, wriggling like every cell in his body, greatness seizing him.
"Aren't you my adorable boy?" She bit her quivering lip and demanded him on his feet.
Their eyes connected, from different levels, her fingers sliding her panty to the side. "Say you're sorry." His dick throbbed, the zipper of his pants creaming. His saw how wet her cunt was, all slimy.
His breaths shivered, and he stuttered. "S-sorry!" She hissed and pressed her bare foot harder to his crotch. "Is that how you talk to me?" He wonced and closed his eyes, breathing. "I'm sorry, mistress!"
He repeated, again and again, pathetically until her ears were delighted. "You were just showing me eyes." She unbuckled his pants and yanked his underwear down to his knees, watching his rod harden up in the air, pre-cum seeping down to his balls, glistening.
"I will never do that again, mistress!" He inhaled, his throat tightening, and watched her spread her legs and place her bare heels on the edges of the chair.
"Thrust it in." She ordered, tilting her head. He guzzled and raised his eyebrows at her.
"Don't you hear me?"
He quickly shook his head, flichining, and sat on his knees. Somehow, he positioned his cock against her cunt and clumbsily began thrusting his rod into her, trying his best.
She chuckled, watching him and his cock slipped into her clumsily, and hissed at the mass he was pushing inside her. He was huge, pulsating, and eager.
"Can I move, please, mistress?" He groaned, once every inch of him was inside her, fisting his tied hands behind his back, his thighs quivering. "Do you want that?" She grasped his head with both her palms, her lips an inch away from his.
He nodded, his dick twitching inside her. "Aren't you so pathetic?" She questioned. He nodded, whimpering. "Please, mistress!"
"I just love putting you in your place." She wept, released his face, and rested back on the chair, her arms extending for her hands to clutch onto the head of the chair.
"Aghh! Please, mistress! I will beg of you!" He cried, feeling her cunt getting warmer and clasping his pulsating rod.
"You're leaking inside me, do you feel that?" She chuckled. "Aghh, mistress, please!" He's begged.
"Did you not hear what I said?" She arose and clutched his throat. He gasped and nodded. "I'm sorry!"
"You heard me, right?" She questioned, her eyes dreadful. He nodded, begging, "Please! I'd do anything!"
"Anything?" She questioned, and placed her chin on his shoulder, her hands slipping from his shoulder to his hips. "Anything, mistress!" He
moaned.
She grabbed his hips and yanked him, making his dick slither into her cunt. He rested his face on her shoulder and moaned, "Please! I'll be a good boy, mistress!"
"Go ahead, then." She spanked his ass and rested on the chair for the finale, watching him starting to penetrate into her like a hungry animal.
"You've been dying!" She growled and grasped the head of the chair once again, watching him tremble, whimper, whine, and sweat with so much need.
"Should I call your secretary in and let her watch her boss act like a slut?"
She clutched his jaw, his eyes closed.
"Agh!" He's whined. He did not care about anything at that moment. "So, tight! So, tight, mistress!"
"So big! So big, you slut!" She mocked, moaning and laughing, and choked him. "I feel you getting bigger inside me, throbbing and drooling like a whore!"
"Agh! So warm mistress!" He gasped and growled, his mind in a frenzy, his senses losing.
"Are you not in control?" She choked him harder, watching him run for air.
"I'm going to cum, mistress!" He moaned, looking at her laugh at him like he was a joker, playing tricks for her.
"I asked, are you not in control, slut?" She slapped him. It ached and stung him. His cock was going to burst faster than he imagined.
"I'm not! I'm not in control, mistress!" He growled.
"Then who is?" She slapped him harder, getting wetter herself. His surrender was all she needed to face satisfaction.
"You are!" He groaned, his eyes filling up with tears. "That's right!" She grew and seized his face in between her palms, close to her chest, quivering. His dick was hitting all her sweet spots, the slapping sounds of her cock inside her cunt echoing.
"Can I cum now, mistress? Please!" He begged, his eyes rolling, his mind going numb.
"Yes!" she growled, trembling and clenching around his cock, cumming with his growling mouth, his twitching and oozing dick.
He plopped onto her chest, lungs empty and struggling, wrists bruised and still tied. She lifted his chin and looked right into his soul through his numb eyes, "I love you so much!" Her tone was quiet, her lips evil, "but never forget your place."
END OF THE SMUT
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