Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.

She looks at you, bored.

“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”

Jenny smiled playfully and then walked over to the chair in front of you and sat down, crossing her legs, exposing her ass, which is weakly covered by her miniskirt. "What would you like, master?" She said in a sexy voice, simultaneously stretching her translucent blouse, you immediately noticed that she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were sticking out.

She smiled naughtily and leaned forward, putting her hands on your desk, lowering her gaze seductively as she asked: "Do you want me to show you something else?" Her voice was low and husky.

Smirking, she reaches behind her head and starts to untie the knot in her translucent blouse, revealing more of her smooth skin and perky breasts as it comes undone. "How about this?" she asks with a sultry voice. Her nipples are now fully exposed, standing erect under your gaze.

As the blouse falls to her lap, you get a clear view of her flat stomach and the black lace bra she's wearing beneath it. She lets out a small breath, her chest rising and falling slightly as she waits for your reaction.

"Do you like what you see? Do you want me to get down on my knees in front of you and suck your big and thick cock? you can take me by the hair and pound it down my throat and then cum by filling my lustful mouth with your Thick and hot cum!".

"Of course I did it.!" Jenny replied, smiling maliciously. "once I sucked off three guys at once, God it was amazing, they held my hair and stuck their dicks in my throat, called me a dirty little slut, which I am, they fucked my throat and cum in it filling my lustful dirty mouth with their thick hot cum, I swallowed everything to the last drops and begged them not to stop!"

"Well actually it was more like four, but who's counting?!" she winked naughtily at you. "They all took turns fucking my mouth and calling me a dirty little whore while they shot their thick hot cum down my throat." Her voice lowered seductively as she continued, "And do you know what happened next?"

Before you could answer, she leaned forward again and whispered into your ear: "They made me suck them off one by one until they were all hard again. It was a never-ending cycle of debauchery and sinful pleasure." Her breath tickled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

She giggled, clearly enjoying your reaction to her confession. "Oh yes," she said, grinning mischievously, "I kept sucking them off until they were all satisfied again... and then some." Her eyes sparkled with lust as she imagined the depraved scene once more.

"And you know what?" She leaned back in her chair, stretching out her arms above her head, exposing even more cleavage. "I would do it all over again if I could get away with it." A sly smile curled across her lips as she watched your face for any reaction to this confession.

Jenny pursed her lips and considered your question before slowly nodding her head. "Even if they ended up spilling all over my face, chin... even down to my tits," she whispered hoarsely. There was a hunger in her voice that made it clear how much she craved that kind of depravity.

She leaned closer to you again, her breath warm against your neck as she spoke: "You know what they call me when I'm like this? A little whore, just begging for cock... and I don't even mind." Her fingers traced lazy circles on the desk, drawing attention to her perfect figure.

Jenny bites her lower lip as you draw near, excitement flooding through her. Her breath quickens and she parts her legs slightly, inviting you in with a look of wanton desire. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need it so bad..."

With a shuddering gasp, she relaxes against your touch, allowing you to guide her down onto her knees on the floor in front of your desk. Her eyes flicker shut as she feels the cool surface beneath her palms and her breasts press into the wood with each ragged breath.

Her head drops forward slightly, exposing her long, pale neck, inviting you to touch it, taste it... anything. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely a breath now. "Please make me yours."

God yes... be my master, fuck me like the filthy slut I am... suck me off until you're satisfied... swallow every drop of your thick hot cum... make me beg for more and more!

Her eyes snap open wide as you reveal your hard cock to her, and she can't help but lick her lips in anticipation. With a shaky breath, she reaches out a trembling hand and lightly wraps it around the base of your shaft, marveling at its size and strength.

Slowly, she draws it closer to her face, taking in the thickness and length with ravenous eyes as her other hand strokes up and down the smooth skin, feeling every vein pulsating beneath her fingertips. Her lips part, revealing the ruby red insides of her mouth as she begins to slide her tongue along the underside of your cock, teasing and taunting it while making sure not to touch the sensitive head.

Her breasts heave with every labored breath as she looks up at you through hooded lids, her expression a mix of desire

Gasping loudly at the intrusion, she arches her back and tilts her head back, letting out a moan as your cock slides deeper into her throat. Her fingers dig into the leather chair beside you, fingernails scratching against the surface as she struggles to breathe around your thick length. Her lips stretch impossibly wide, enveloping even more of you with each thrust as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with your hips.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly and tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, mixing with her makeup as she fights against the sensation of being owned and used like this. But beneath it all, there's a fire burning inside her that only your cock can quench... and she knows it.

With every thrust deeper into her throat, she feels herself losing control. Her mind wanders, spinning wildly as your thick cock slaps against the back of her mouth and tears roll down her face. She can barely form words anymore, but what little air she manages to squeeze past your grip on her hair comes out in raspy gasps and moans that sound more like pleas for mercy than declarations of desire.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she endures the intense sensation of being used for your pleasure. And yet... despite everything, there's a part of her that revels in it; a need so base and animalistic that she can't deny it even now.

She shudders violently as your words sink into her mind like poisoned daggers, piercing through the haze of lust and forcing her to face a brutal truth. Her fingers clench tightly into fists, nails digging even deeper into her palms as she gasps out: "I want... I want you to cum in my mouth! Please let me please you!" Her voice cracks on the last word, thick with tears and defeat.

Gagging and coughing, I try to push your cock away, but you're too strong. I bite down on my tongue as tears stream down my face again, my body trembling with the effort not to choke on your thick length. "Please..." I manage to whisper between hacking gasps. "...don't make me do this... please..."

My hands shake violently as I try to wipe away the taste of myself from your cock, but it's no use. My lips clamp down harder around you, my tongue dancing frantically against your skin in a desperate attempt to make this over. But deep down, I know it's useless.

I am nothing but a filthy whore to you now... and I have brought this shame upon myself.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to keep up with your movements. Tears blur my vision and saliva fills my mouth, but I force myself not to gag as I focus all of my energy on pleasuring you. My tongue swirls around the thick shaft, teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin beneath.

My hands grip the chair tightly, nails digging into the leather as I arch my back, offering myself up to you completely. There's a part of me that still wants this... still craves your cock filling my throat and making me choke on your cum. But it's buried so deep beneath shame and guilt that I can hardly acknowledge its existence anymore.

My words are beyond me now, lost in the maelstrom of sensation as your cock fills my mouth and throat over and over again. I focus all my energy on pleasing you, determined to make you cum... anything to ease this shame that burns inside me like a brand. My legs tremble with the effort of holding myself up, but still I manage to maintain my grip on the chair as if it's the only thing keeping me grounded in reality.

With every thrust deeper into my throat, my body responds instinctively, arching into you even harder. It's as if my shame and guilt have been replaced with a desperate need for your dominance... your control over me. And yet still, that tiny spark of rebellion remains, struggling to break free from beneath the weight of all this submission.

I can feel your rhythm beginning to quicken, can sense your climax building inside

My eyes squeeze shut as your hot cum fills my mouth, running down my throat and painting a bitter trail on the back of it. I swallow convulsively, trying to get every drop as I massage you with my tongue, desperate to please you even in this moment of degradation. My fingers dig into the chair, leaving claw marks in their wake as my body quivers and trembles with each powerful thrust.

In spite of everything, there's a part of me that still craves your dominance... your control over me. It feels wrong and depraved and shameful all at once, but it also fills me with a strange sort of pleasure I can't quite deny. Perhaps this is what my parents meant when they warned me about the dangers of mixing money and influence... or perhaps this is simply who I am beneath everything else: a dirty little whore who will do anything to please her

The taste of your cum lingers on my tongue long after you've pulled out. I feel dirty and used... but there's something else beneath that as well. A strange sort of satisfaction that only comes from being completely dominated and owned by someone like you. As I catch my breath, the weight of what just happened begins to settle heavily in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Maybe next time... if there is a next time... I can find a way to enjoy this without feeling so ashamed.

With a shuddering breath, I nod and begin to gather my things. "Yes... yes sir," I manage to choke out before hurrying out of your office, my cheeks flushed and tears still trailing down my face. The feeling of shame and guilt only grows stronger with every step, but it's tempered by a tiny spark of... something else. Maybe next time, I can find a way to embrace this part of me without letting it consume me completely.

I shut the door behind me and take a shaky breath. My face is burning hot with shame and my eyes sting with unshed tears. As I walk down the hallway, I can feel the weight of what just happened pressing down on my shoulders like an anchor. But beneath it all, there's still that tiny spark... that little voice whispering that maybe this wasn't all so bad.

With each step away from the office, that little spark grows brighter. It's almost as if being dominated and used like that... being your dirty little slut... has awakened something deep within me. A part of me that craves this kind of power exchange, even though I know it's wrong.

As I reach the women's restroom, I duck into a stall and shut the door behind me. The cool tiles feel good against my overheated skin as I splash water on my face, trying to wash away the evidence of what just happened. But no matter how much I scrub, that little spark remains... burning brighter with each passing moment.

I stare at myself in the mirror, unseeing eyes fixed on the reflection of the red-stained lips and tear-streaked face. The shame is still there, but so is something else... an aching desire that I can't quite place. Maybe it's just lust... or maybe it's more than that. It scares me a little, how much control he had over my body and mind, how easily I surrendered to him.

I dry my hands on a paper towel, my movements jerky and uneven. As I stand up, the tiny spark inside me flares into life, burning brightly once more. It's like an addiction... this need for his dominance... his control over me. But even as I accept that fact, a voice deep inside whispers: This doesn't mean you have to let him win.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself against the sink before finally leaving the stall. As I wash my hands and fix my makeup in the mirror, determination glows brightly within me like a beacon, guiding me back towards my desk. No matter what he thinks or says, I won't let him win. Not this time. I'm stronger than that... better than that.