it.
“What do you think you’re—“
Whack !
She howls as I spank her, but I know there is still a bit of fight in her as she resists me pulling her wet panties off.
Whack !
Her panties are now on the floor, and I can see a red hand print on her left buttocks. Some inner part of me feels bad for this woman, but then I remember all the times she’s chewed me out, or given me impossible deadlines and slap her other cheek.
Whack !
I can now smell the unmistakable musk of a woman in heat, and ask, “Are you going to be my obedient slave now?”
She whimpers as she nods, but that’s not good enough.
Whack !
“Say it, so that there can be no misunderstanding, Sheila Lance.” There is an odd sensation in the air as I use her name, and it actually feels like it settles into my boss.
“Yes! I will be your slave,” she cries out, and I’m thankful that she chose a conference room far from any other offices.
“What else?” I ask, and lift my hand. I have no further intention of spanking her, unless she pushes me to it, but a little motivation won’t hurt.
“I’ll be your obedient little cum slut,” she says hurriedly. “I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just. . . Just please, master, command your slave. What can your slave do to please her master?”
If I hadn’t already been rock hard, hearing those words would have gotten me there. I bring my hand down and she flinches, but I don’t strike this time. Instead, I gently rub her red rear. I do this for a couple of seconds, but a weakness in my knees informs me that my energy levels are getting low. It probably doesn’t help that I got no sleep last night, either.
Dropping down behind her, I say, “My slave deserves a reward for being obedient.” Licking her from slit to asshole, I make her moan in further anticipation. Reaching between her legs, I place my right thumb at the nub of her clitoris, and shove my tongue as far into her as I can.
She cums instantly and I feel new strength flood into me. I continue to apply pressure to her clit, while simultaneously throwing up a mental wall, blocking further energy from leaving her. I don’t need too much from her right now. Perhaps if I just sip a little off each orgasm, I won’t really hurt her.
She continues to writhe on the table, moaning loudly, and I realize I’m still pressing hard on her sensitive point. Standing up, I back away from her, and sit down on the largest chair in the room. She quickly turns and looks at me, wondering what I have in mind next. Is that hope in her eyes?
“I want my slave to please herself, while I watch,” I tell her with a smile. “Please me with a good show, and I’ll reward my slave.” I emphasize my words with a grab of my crotch.
Without any hesitation, she jumps onto the edge of the table, and displays her wet pussy to me. She is completely clean-shaven, and I wonder if it’s just coincidence, or if she’d planned on being with someone else tonight?
Regardless, she’s here now and smiling at me. I smile back while she spreads her lips with two fingers, and uses another to rub up and down along her clit.
My cock is straining at my pants and I pull it out, lightly stroking it. As soon as it pops free, Sheila licks her lips, giving it a hungry stare. She jumps off the table and approaches me, but I stop her.
“Uh-uh. I told you to give me a show, then I’ll reward you.” She pouts for only the merest moment, before turning around, bending over, and slipping two fingers into her wet snatch. Sucking her social finger into her mouth, she lubes it up, before reaching behind her, and slipping it into her anus. “That’s right, slave. Show me how slutty you can be. Get yourself off, and I’ll let you lick my cock.”
She smiles at me between her slender ankles, and starts to go wild on her fingers. Her ample breasts are bouncing in rhythm to her left hand diving in and out of her coochy, while her right finger teases her puckered hole.
“What do you think you’re—“
Whack !
She howls as I spank her, but I know there is still a bit of fight in her as she resists me pulling her wet panties off.
Whack !
Her panties are now on the floor, and I can see a red hand print on her left buttocks. Some inner part of me feels bad for this woman, but then I remember all the times she’s chewed me out, or given me impossible deadlines and slap her other cheek.
Whack !
I can now smell the unmistakable musk of a woman in heat, and ask, “Are you going to be my obedient slave now?”
She whimpers as she nods, but that’s not good enough.
Whack !
“Say it, so that there can be no misunderstanding, Sheila Lance.” There is an odd sensation in the air as I use her name, and it actually feels like it settles into my boss.
“Yes! I will be your slave,” she cries out, and I’m thankful that she chose a conference room far from any other offices.
“What else?” I ask, and lift my hand. I have no further intention of spanking her, unless she pushes me to it, but a little motivation won’t hurt.
“I’ll be your obedient little cum slut,” she says hurriedly. “I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just. . . Just please, master, command your slave. What can your slave do to please her master?”
If I hadn’t already been rock hard, hearing those words would have gotten me there. I bring my hand down and she flinches, but I don’t strike this time. Instead, I gently rub her red rear. I do this for a couple of seconds, but a weakness in my knees informs me that my energy levels are getting low. It probably doesn’t help that I got no sleep last night, either.
Dropping down behind her, I say, “My slave deserves a reward for being obedient.” Licking her from slit to asshole, I make her moan in further anticipation. Reaching between her legs, I place my right thumb at the nub of her clitoris, and shove my tongue as far into her as I can.
She cums instantly and I feel new strength flood into me. I continue to apply pressure to her clit, while simultaneously throwing up a mental wall, blocking further energy from leaving her. I don’t need too much from her right now. Perhaps if I just sip a little off each orgasm, I won’t really hurt her.
She continues to writhe on the table, moaning loudly, and I realize I’m still pressing hard on her sensitive point. Standing up, I back away from her, and sit down on the largest chair in the room. She quickly turns and looks at me, wondering what I have in mind next. Is that hope in her eyes?
“I want my slave to please herself, while I watch,” I tell her with a smile. “Please me with a good show, and I’ll reward my slave.” I emphasize my words with a grab of my crotch.
Without any hesitation, she jumps onto the edge of the table, and displays her wet pussy to me. She is completely clean-shaven, and I wonder if it’s just coincidence, or if she’d planned on being with someone else tonight?
Regardless, she’s here now and smiling at me. I smile back while she spreads her lips with two fingers, and uses another to rub up and down along her clit.
My cock is straining at my pants and I pull it out, lightly stroking it. As soon as it pops free, Sheila licks her lips, giving it a hungry stare. She jumps off the table and approaches me, but I stop her.
“Uh-uh. I told you to give me a show, then I’ll reward you.” She pouts for only the merest moment, before turning around, bending over, and slipping two fingers into her wet snatch. Sucking her social finger into her mouth, she lubes it up, before reaching behind her, and slipping it into her anus. “That’s right, slave. Show me how slutty you can be. Get yourself off, and I’ll let you lick my cock.”
She smiles at me between her slender ankles, and starts to go wild on her fingers. Her ample breasts are bouncing in rhythm to her left hand diving in and out of her coochy, while her right finger teases her puckered hole.
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