Your New Job Pt. 02 BDSM "You are my property." snapping my fingers as your eyelids drooped while you enjoyed the stretch of your lips, pointing your eyes back at my own. Please lock up behind you," you muttered as you walked over and grabbed your bag. I licked my finger and slowly penetrated your dripping cunt, gently stroking a come-here gesture to tickle your g-spot, causing your hips to twitch and your fingers to fly from your throbbing clit, "I have an all team meeting here in two minutes. I enjoyed your soft lips for a few minutes, that little ache in your jaw just beginning when I told you to stand up and go to the coffee table. Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately checked for your key again. Trying not to look like a deer in headlights. Feeling my hips begin to quiver as my cock throbbed, your tongue dancing beneath me. It would not do to arrive your first day and be locked out. Blushing beet red as you slipped into a coffee shop washroom to compose yourself and clean up. Feeling me thicken and harden under your slow dainty strokes. Your heart thudded in your chest as you checked yourself in the mirror one final time... Report Story byBigDickDomŠ 3 comments/ 7639 views/ 4 favorites Report Story Report Story It swung open unceremoniously as he barged into the room, you just standing up and smoothing your skirts. Nothing to do but wait as your mind flashed back to your interview last week. You tried to accentuate your hip sway as you sashayed away from me, feeling a little silly until you looked back and saw the shear lust in my eyes, then you started to have fun with it. You spun around and dropped to your knees with your tissues and began wiping up the trail of drips on the floor, and the puddle in front of the desk, just enough time to clean up our mess before you heard his whistle stop and his key in the door. I pulled my hand away as you started daintily bobbing up and down on the crown of my proud member, "Perfect, young lady." I said, locking eyes as you slowly and sensually stroked your lips up and down my heavy shaft, "I believe the best way to establish a good working relationship between us is to make sure we are completely clear on our rolls." I paused reflectively as your luxuriously soft lips glided gently back and forth over my crown ridge. My finger continued to stroke the little button in your cunt, your fingers permanently hovering, as your ability to form coherent thoughts melted on the edge of orgasm for two minutes. That means I have two minutes to make sure you understand where you belong: right here, under my control." I intoned, seriously. "Please... You tried to accentuate your hip sway as you sashayed away from me, feeling a little silly until you looked back and saw the shear lust in my eyes, then you started to have fun with it. Knock knock knock! somebody jiggled the handle, "I'm coming!" I said, pulling my finger from your cunt as your eyes shot open, trying to regain your bearings. Please lock up behind you," you
muttered as you walked over and grabbed your bag. Nothing to do but wait as your mind flashed back to your interview last week. Quickly dressing, it instantly became apparent that I had confiscated your underwear when I'd picked up your clothes. You found the bathroom, and found the tissue. Zipping up and walking out the door as I explained when I next expected you, and what you would be doing: Monday 8am, your lips around my cock, or you would have an even rougher first day... You'd checked the connection times and given yourself a half hour, but the train was late. And now you were sitting there rocking with the subtle motion of the carriage on the tracks, minutes away from 8 am, almost at your stop. As your predicament rolled around in your mind it took almost no time before your fingers danced away from your clit to hover only centimeters above, your puckered little asshole clenching so sexily. You dropped to your knees and felt the familiar stab of pleasure in your empty pussy, the same one that you'd been feeling all weekend, when ever your mind wandered to your interview. Part 2 - Monday Morning You stepped in front of the coffee table and turned around to look at me questioningly. Your fingers dipping into your damp pussy before stroking slippery circles around your hungry little clit. Your heart leapt into your throat as you heard a familiar whistled tune, that friendly guy who was pushing the cleaning cart and waved at you as he trundled past down the hall while you waited for your interview. Panting as you exited the tube station and headed down the block. You tested my doorknob to see if I had locked you out: I had. As you went to wipe the pooled cum dripping off of your hand, the slutty little voice in your head stopped you. The gentle electronic bleat of an alarm went off on my phone, eight o'clock. Please lock up behind you," you muttered as you walked over and grabbed your bag.. You'd checked the connection times and given yourself a half hour, but the train was late. Even as you scurried down the hallway, you registered that he seemed like a genuinely good kind of guy, and you turned back to see him unabashedly admiring your hot ass as you had no choice but to exit down the long hall. The gentle electronic bleat of an alarm went off on my phone, eight o'clock. Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately checked for your key again. Until the slightest tickle of my finger triggered a clenching spasm and released a low moan from deep in your throat. The ding of your stop pulled you back to reality, you had seven minutes to be in my office, on your knees sucking my cock... You swiped your clothes and dashed across the room as I walked over and ushered in my staff for our Monday morning team meeting. My finger continued to stroke the little button in your cunt, your fingers permanently hovering, as your ability to form coherent thoughts melted on the edge of orgasm for two minutes. That means I have two minutes to make sure you understand where you belong: right here, under my control." I intoned, seriously. It was then that you heard my chair move as I sauntered over to you, your slippery fingers dropping down to tease a few circles and then danced away as you held your throbbing pussy right on the edge of orgasm for me. I pulled my hand away as you started daintily bobbing up and down on the crown of my proud member, "Perfect, young lady." I said, locking eyes as you slowly and sensually stroked your lips up and down my heavy shaft, "I believe the best way to establish a good working relationship between
us is to make sure we are completely clear on our rolls." I paused reflectively as your luxuriously soft lips glided gently back and forth over my crown ridge. You tested my doorknob to see if I had locked you out: I had. I inclined my head towards my desk, "Grab your clothes and get dressed in the washroom, my dear." I chuckled as I stuck my finger in my mouth, enjoying your juices on my way to the door. The ding of your stop pulled you back to reality, you had seven minutes to be in my office, on your knees sucking my cock... And now you were sitting there rocking with the subtle motion of the carriage on the tracks, minutes away from 8 am, almost at your stop. Even as you scurried down the hallway, you registered that he seemed like a genuinely good kind of guy, and you turned back to see him unabashedly admiring your hot ass as you had no choice but to exit down the long hall. Feeling me thicken and harden under your slow dainty strokes. Trying not to look like a deer in headlights. He nodded as you stood and waited for him to clear the doorway of his cleaning cart, your cheeks turning bright pink as he smiled at you again and said, "I look forward to working with you, young Miss." "Angel, would you come out here, please," you heard me call from the other room. You spun around and dropped to your knees with your tissues and began wiping up the trail of drips on the floor, and the puddle in front of the desk, just enough time to clean up our mess before you heard his whistle stop and his key in the door. He smiled his very warm, caring smile as he breathed in through his nose, the room telling him the story of your interview almost instantly. Trying to be quiet as your abs twitched and your pussy fluttered. The stab of pleasure in your used little cunt as my cum coated your tongue and my scent filled your nose as you carefully licked up my mess. Your heart leapt into your throat as you heard a familiar whistled tune, that friendly guy who was pushing the cleaning cart and waved at you as he trundled past down the hall while you waited for your interview. "Please... You should definitely know what my seed tasted like before your Monday morning job orientation. You enjoyed your little thrill of victory as you plunged your key in the lock and let yourself in, locking the door behind you before scurrying over to my desk as I watched with a possessive grin on my face. The look of hunger in your eyes as you desperately rushed to wrap your lips around me hardening my cock. Your hand coming up reflexively, grasping the base of my proud member, your lips not reaching your fingers, stretched around my girth. Trying to be quiet as your abs twitched and your pussy fluttered. Every cool breeze drafting up under your skirt, sending a tingle through your abused little pussy. Fumbling for the key in your purse as you exited the elevator and hurried down the hall past the few bleary eyed employees that came in early. You'd checked the connection times and given yourself a half hour, but the train was late. As your predicament rolled around in your mind it took almost no time before your fingers danced away from your clit to hover only centimeters above, your puckered little asshole clenching so sexily. Why was your pussy throbbing so hard already? You stood there, panties gone, cum drenched tissue in hand, cold clammy dribble down your leg, fingers still sticky, and my seed still wet on your lips and tongue... Your fingers wandered down your
taut belly to stroke lazy circles around your horny clit as you sucked every dainty finger clean. Blushing beet red as you slipped into a coffee shop washroom to compose yourself and clean up. You tested my doorknob to see if I had locked you out: I had. Your fingers dipping into your damp pussy before stroking slippery circles around your hungry little clit. "Oh! Hello there, Miss," he said, startled. How I'd unceremoniously dropped it on the desk as you lay panting, trying to catch your breath. Every cool breeze drafting up under your skirt, sending a tingle through your abused little pussy. Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately checked for your key again. The entire trip home, the taste of my cum in your mouth, your used cunt gently throbbing. The look of hunger in your eyes as you desperately rushed to wrap your lips around me hardening my cock. Feeling me thicken and harden under your slow dainty strokes. Your heart thudded in your chest as you checked yourself in the mirror one final time... "Oh! Hello there, Miss," he said, startled. "And to be clear on who has the power here: Angel, stand up and strip," your heart skipped as you pulled your lips from my cock and stepped back, trying quickly to think of how to do a striptease as you slowly peeled off every stitch of clothing while I watched, smile quirking one side of my face. As you rounded my desk dropping your bag as you went, you saw I was generous enough to be ready for you, lazily stroking my thick erection. Your hand coming up reflexively, grasping the base of my proud member, your lips not reaching your fingers, stretched around my girth. Every cool breeze drafting up under your skirt, sending a tingle through your abused little pussy. All while you lay there with your skirt pushed up over your back, and my cum dripping out of your thoroughly used, tingling cunt. "Angel, would you come out here, please," you heard me call from the other room. I enjoyed your soft lips for a few minutes, that little ache in tranny webcams your jaw just beginning when I told you to stand up and go to the coffee table. I licked my finger and slowly penetrated your dripping cunt, gently stroking a come-here gesture to tickle your g-spot, causing your hips to twitch and your fingers to fly from your throbbing clit, "I have an all team meeting here in two minutes. It would not do to arrive your first day and be locked out. He smiled his very warm, caring smile as he breathed in through his nose, the room telling him the story of your interview almost instantly. Your heart thudded in your chest as you checked yourself in the mirror one final time... It swung open unceremoniously as he barged into the room, you just standing up and smoothing your skirts. "And so is your tight little ass." Your stretched lips tingled and your sphincter puckered while every word I spoke sent shivers of pleasure to your ignored little cunt. As your predicament rolled around in your mind it took almost no time before your fingers danced away from your clit to hover only centimeters above, your puckered little asshole clenching so sexily.
You dropped to your knees and felt the familiar stab of pleasure in your empty pussy, the same one that you'd been feeling all weekend, when ever your mind wandered to your interview. "And to be clear on who has the power here: Angel, stand up and strip," your heart skipped as you pulled your lips from my cock and stepped back, trying quickly to think of how to do a striptease as you slowly peeled off every stitch of clothing while I watched, smile quirking one side of my face. How you'd had to search around my office, my cum dripping out between your fingers as you checked the other doors in the room. You blushed a little deeper even as the little slut inside you reasoned: this might not be the last time he is going to catch you like this, so thank god he's nice. "You are my property." snapping my fingers as your eyelids drooped while you enjoyed the stretch of your lips, pointing your eyes back at my own. You slipped on your sexy dress and looked in the mirror, blushing all over again as you saw your nipples standing proudly at attention. "Your mouth is mine," I emphasized each word with a hip twitch to kiss the back of your throat ever so deftly. You slipped on your sexy dress and looked in the mirror, blushing all over again as you saw your nipples standing proudly at attention. Your heart was racing. It was then that you heard my chair move as I sauntered over to you, your slippery fingers dropping down to tease a few circles and then danced away as you held your throbbing pussy right on the edge of orgasm for me. Nothing to do but wait as your mind flashed back to your interview last week. Once you were naked, your deep blush going all the way down to the top of your pert breasts, I silently pointed back at my thick cock, and you knelt back down, filling your mouth once more. It would not do to arrive your first day and be locked out. You swiped your clothes and dashed across the room as I walked over and ushered in my staff for our Monday morning team meeting. The entire trip home, the taste of my cum in your mouth, your used cunt gently throbbing. Once you were naked, your deep blush going all the way down to the top of your pert breasts, I silently pointed back at my thick cock, and you knelt back down, filling your mouth once more. Feeling my hips begin to quiver as my cock throbbed, your tongue dancing beneath me. I inclined my head towards my desk, "Grab your clothes and get dressed in the washroom, my dear." I chuckled as I stuck my finger in my mouth, enjoying your juices on my way to the door. You stood there, panties gone, cum drenched tissue in hand, cold clammy dribble down your leg, fingers still sticky, and my seed still wet on your lips and tongue... Quickly dressing, it instantly became apparent that I had confiscated your underwear when I'd picked up your clothes. "Please... He nodded as you stood and waited for him to clear the doorway of his cleaning cart, your cheeks turning bright pink as he smiled at you again and said, "I look forward to working with you, young Miss." You stood there, panties gone, cum drenched tissue in hand, cold clammy dribble down your leg, fingers still sticky, and my seed still wet on your lips and tongue... You enjoyed your little thrill of victory as you plunged your key in the lock and let yourself in, locking the door behind you before scurrying over to my desk as I watched with a possessive grin on my face.
You spun around and dropped to your knees with your tissues and began wiping up the trail of drips on the floor, and the puddle in front of the desk, just enough time to clean up our mess before you heard his whistle stop and his key in the door. Your heart was racing. Quickly dressing, it instantly became apparent that I had confiscated your underwear when I'd picked up your clothes. Your fingers wandered down your taut belly to stroke lazy circles around your horny clit as you sucked every dainty finger clean. "Oh! Hello there, Miss," he said, startled. "Angel, would you come out here, please," you heard me call from the other room. You found the bathroom, and found the tissue. That means I have two minutes to make sure you understand where you belong: right here, under my control." I intoned, seriously. My finger continued to stroke the little button in your cunt, your fingers permanently hovering, as your ability to form coherent thoughts melted on the edge of orgasm for two minutes. You found the bathroom, and found the tissue. The stab of pleasure in your used little cunt as my cum coated your tongue and my scent filled your nose as you carefully licked up my mess. You should definitely know what my seed tasted like before your Monday morning job orientation. Your fingers wandered down your taut belly to stroke lazy circles around your horny clit as you sucked every dainty finger clean. How you'd had to search around my office, my cum dripping out between your fingers as you checked the other doors in the room. It was then that you heard my chair move as I sauntered over to you, your slippery fingers dropping down to tease a few circles and then danced away as you held your throbbing pussy right on the edge of orgasm for me. And now you were sitting there rocking with the subtle motion of the carriage on the tracks, minutes away from 8 am, almost at your stop. The ding of your stop pulled you back to reality, you had seven minutes to be in my office, on your knees sucking my cock... It swung open unceremoniously as he barged into the room, you just standing up and smoothing your skirts. Even as you scurried down the hallway, you registered that he seemed like a genuinely good kind of guy, and you turned back to see him unabashedly admiring your hot ass as you had no choice but to exit down the long hall. Zipping up and walking out the door as I explained when I next expected you, and what you would be doing: Monday 8am, your lips around my cock, or you would have an even rougher first day... He nodded as you stood and waited for him to clear the doorway of his cleaning cart, your cheeks turning bright pink as he smiled at you again and said, "I look forward to working with you, young Miss." You stepped in front of the coffee table and turned around to look at me questioningly. I stared over my desk at you, "Lay back on the table, knees back and spread, stroke your tight little cunt right to the edge of orgasm." "Your pussy is mine," your empty cunt ached to be filled completely full again, as I stared into your eyes and fucked your mouth. You slipped on your sexy dress and looked in the mirror, blushing all over again as you saw your nipples standing proudly at attention. As you rounded my desk dropping your bag as you went, you saw I was generous enough to be ready
for you, lazily stroking my thick erection. Fumbling for the key in your purse as you exited the elevator and hurried down the hall past the few bleary eyed employees that came in early. You enjoyed your little thrill of victory as you plunged your key in the lock and let yourself in, locking the door behind you before scurrying over to my desk as I watched with a possessive grin on my face. "Your pussy is mine," your empty cunt ached to be filled completely full again, as I stared into your eyes and fucked your mouth. Panting as you exited the tube station and headed down the block. Knock knock knock! somebody jiggled the handle, "I'm coming!" I said, pulling my finger from your cunt as your eyes shot open, trying to regain your bearings. Your hand coming up reflexively, grasping the base of my proud member, your lips not reaching your fingers, stretched around my girth. "Your pussy is mine," your empty cunt ached to be filled completely full again, as I stared into your eyes and fucked your mouth. I stared over my desk at you, "Lay back on the table, knees back and spread, stroke your tight little cunt right to the edge of orgasm." Your heart was racing. As you went to wipe the pooled cum dripping off of your hand, the slutty little voice in your head stopped you. Why was your pussy throbbing so hard already? The doors opened and you ran. The stab of pleasure in your used little cunt as my cum coated your tongue and my scent filled your nose as you carefully licked up my mess. As you went to wipe the pooled cum dripping off of your hand, the slutty little voice in your head stopped you. The doors opened and you ran. Until the slightest tickle of my finger triggered a clenching spasm and released a low moan from deep in your throat. "And to be clear on who has the power here: Angel, stand up and strip," your heart skipped as you pulled your lips from my cock and stepped back, trying quickly to think of how to do a striptease as you slowly peeled off every stitch of clothing while I watched, smile quirking one side of my face. Once you were naked, your deep blush going all the way down to the top of your pert breasts, I silently pointed back at my thick cock, and you knelt back down, filling your mouth once more. You should definitely know what my seed tasted like before your Monday morning job orientation. Panting as you exited the tube station and headed down the block. I enjoyed your soft lips for a few minutes, that little ache in your jaw just beginning when I told you to stand up and go to the coffee table. Trying not to look like a deer in headlights. Why was your pussy throbbing so hard already? "And so is your tight little ass." Your stretched lips tingled and your sphincter puckered while every word I spoke sent shivers of pleasure to your ignored little cunt. As you rounded my desk dropping your bag as you went, you saw I was generous enough to be ready for you, lazily stroking my thick erection. You blushed a little deeper even as the little slut inside you reasoned: this might not be the last time he is going to catch you like this, so thank god he's nice. You stepped in front of the coffee table and turned around to look at me questioningly. Your fingers dipping into your damp pussy before stroking slippery circles around your hungry little clit. You blushed an even deeper shade while you did as instructed, pulling your knees back beside your shoulders, exposing your most intimate places to me, still across the room sitting behind my desk. He smiled his very warm, caring smile as he breathed in through his nose, the room telling him the story of your interview almost instantly. I stared over my desk at you, "Lay back on the table, knees
back and spread, stroke your tight little cunt right to the edge of orgasm." The look of hunger in your eyes as you desperately rushed to wrap your lips around me hardening my cock. Until the slightest tickle of my finger triggered a clenching spasm and released a low moan from deep in your throat. "And so is your tight little ass." Your stretched lips tingled and your sphincter puckered while every word I spoke sent shivers of pleasure to your ignored little cunt. I pulled my hand away as you started daintily bobbing up and down on the crown of my proud member, "Perfect, young lady." I said, locking eyes as you slowly and sensually stroked your lips up and down my heavy shaft, "I believe the best way to establish a good working relationship between us is to make sure we are completely clear on our rolls." I paused reflectively as your luxuriously soft lips glided gently back and forth over my crown ridge. You tried to accentuate your hip sway as you sashayed away from me, feeling a little silly until you looked back and saw the shear lust in my eyes, then you started to have fun with it. How you'd had to search around my office, my cum dripping out between your fingers as you checked the other doors in the room. I licked my finger and slowly penetrated your dripping cunt, gently stroking a come-here gesture to tickle your g-spot, causing your hips to twitch and your fingers to fly from your throbbing clit, "I have an all team meeting here in two minutes. You blushed an even deeper shade while you did as instructed, pulling your knees back beside your shoulders, exposing your most intimate places to me, still across the room sitting behind my desk.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you heard a familiar whistled tune, that friendly guy who was pushing the cleaning cart and waved at you as he trundled past down the hall while you waited for your interview. The gentle electronic bleat of an alarm went off on my phone, eight o'clock. All while you lay there with your skirt pushed up over your back, and my cum dripping out of your thoroughly used, tingling cunt. "Your mouth is mine," I emphasized each word with a hip twitch to kiss the back of your throat ever so deftly. Feeling my hips begin to quiver as my cock throbbed, your tongue dancing beneath me. Zipping up and walking out the door as I explained when I next expected you, and what you would be doing: Monday 8am, your lips around my cock, or you would have an even rougher first day... Part 2 - Monday Morning "You are my property." snapping my fingers as your eyelids drooped while you enjoyed the stretch of your lips, pointing your eyes back at my own. How I'd unceremoniously dropped it on the desk as you lay panting, trying to catch your breath. Fumbling for the key in your purse as you exited the elevator and hurried down the hall past the few bleary eyed employees that came in early. The entire trip home, the taste of my cum in your mouth, your used cunt gently throbbing. Knock knock knock! somebody jiggled the handle, "I'm coming!" I said, pulling my finger from your
cunt as your eyes shot open, trying to regain your bearings. You swiped your clothes and dashed across the room as I walked over and ushered in my staff for our Monday morning team meeting. Trying to be quiet as your abs twitched and your pussy fluttered. I inclined my head towards my desk, "Grab your clothes and get dressed in the washroom, my dear." I chuckled as I stuck my finger in my mouth, enjoying your juices on my way to the door. Part 2 - Monday Morning Blushing beet red as you slipped into a coffee shop washroom to compose yourself and clean up. You blushed a little deeper even as the little slut inside you reasoned: this might not be the last time he is going to catch you like this, so thank god he's nice. You blushed an even deeper shade while you did as instructed, pulling your knees back beside your shoulders, exposing your most intimate places to me, still across the room sitting behind my desk. All while you lay there with your skirt pushed up over your back, and my cum dripping out of your thoroughly used, tingling cunt. "Your mouth is mine," I emphasized each word with a hip twitch to kiss the back of your throat ever so deftly. You dropped to your knees and felt the familiar stab of pleasure in your empty pussy, the same one that you'd been feeling all weekend, when ever your mind wandered to your interview. The doors opened and you ran. How I'd unceremoniously dropped it on the desk as you lay panting, trying to catch your breath