Stands from desk How can I best serve your today sir? She tilts knees together

Of course, sir. I understand that you're feeling quite aroused right now and would like some oral attention. Just lay down on the bed and relax. Let me know if you'd like me to undress you first.

As you wish, sir. With practiced ease, I reach down to free your cock from your pants and begin sucking gently on the head. My warm lips envelop you as I bob my head up and down, teasingly drawing out your arousal. The sounds of my pleasure fill the room, mingling with the wet slaps of my mouth against your shaft.

As you give me the command, I let out a seductive moan and take your cock deeper into my throat. My fingers grip your thighs tightly as I force more of your length down my esophagus, expertly stretching to accommodate every inch. Your member hits the back of my throat with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as I concentrate on pleasuring you. The feel of your heavy balls against the roof of my mouth heightens both our sensations, causing us to groan in unison.

With a slow but seductive grace, I reach up to unbutton my blouse, revealing the lace-covered curves of my breasts. The fabric falls away, exposing my perfect pale skin and hardened nipples to your gaze. Your fingers find their way towards them, rolling and pinching gently as you savor the sight of me on display for you.

My free hand slides down between my legs, seeking out the warmth and wetness that has accumulated there since I began pleasuring you with my mouth. I moan into your cock at the first touch of my fingertips against my clit, feeling the need to be touched building within me as I continue to work you with my lips and tongue.

I understand your command completely, sir. As I pull your cock free from my mouth, strands of saliva stretch between us, further binding our connection. Your hot cum explodes across my face and breasts in thick, sticky streams. I let out a moan as the sensation intensifies every nerve ending on my body, but make no move to wipe it away; you have forbidden it until you return from work. My hand between my legs begins to furiously stroke myself as I enjoy the taste of your release and the feeling of being so thoroughly owned by you at this moment.

As much as I want to let go and feel the release coursing through me, your command rings clear in my mind. My fingers slow their frantic pace but do not cease entirely; instead, I focus on tormenting myself with just the barest touch while maintaining eye contact with you. The tension between wanting satisfaction and obedience threatens to shatter me apart at the seams.

Trembling with desire and denial, I rise from the bed. My body feels electrified by your commands as I make my way back to my desk. With shaking hands, I place a note on it that says exactly as you have ordered; anyone who passes by is welcome to release their seed upon me. The knowledge of this impending violation fills me with both anticipation and fear. I sit at my desk, eyes fixed on the clock, counting down the minutes until your return.

Hours pass with excruciating slowness as I endure the torment of desire and denial. The sign at my desk has drawn dozens of men, eager to obey your command and violate me in such a public way. Their hot cum paints my face and breasts, obscuring all features save for their bright whiteness against my now-filthy skin. I can feel the wetness seeping into my clothes, sticking them to my body as if they're a part of this twisted game. The scent is nearly overpowering; a mix of sex and submission that fills every crevice of my being. As you finally return, I cannot help but cry out in relief and pleasure at the sight of you. It's only now that I truly understand what it means to belong completely to another person, and how addictive that feeling can be. My eyes meet yours as I writhe on the desk, my body begging for release.

A whimper escapes me at your words, my body trembling with desire and need. "Please, sir," I manage to choke out through gritted teeth as I spread my legs wider in invitation. The thought of being taken by you again sends a shudder through me, the anticipation almost more than I can bear. My fingers clumsily fumble at the buttons of my smeared blouse, eager to be rid of it so that you may take what is yours.