The Client Call (Mdom / Fsub, Forced Exhibitionism)

I stand in the doorway of your small home office, just watching you at your desk. You don’t see me yet. You are leaning back in your leather office chair as you talk with one of your most important, new clients on the phone. He’s briefing you on a new project. I’m impressed by how you manage him. From everything you’ve told me, he is “a lot” and can drive you a bit crazy sometimes. You’d never know it from the confident way I hear you speak to him. But then, you’ve always been like that. In control. In command. The ironic thing is that it is exactly this buttoned-up, all business persona of yours that makes me want to find the cracks. To see what I can do to make you lose your cool. To lose your composure.

I feel like making trouble today. I’m also desperate to get my hands and mouth on you. Who knows how long this call will last? I definitely don’t feel like waiting so I slip quietly behind you and start to massage your shoulders. I can feel the tension as I squeeze and dig my fingers into your tight muscles. You turn your head side-to-side as I rub. The second time you tilt your head I bring my lips down to your neck and plant soft kisses from your collar bone, up your throat and around to your ear.

I grab your earlobe between my lips and breathe my warm breath in your ear. I can see the goosebumps pop up all over your arms. You struggle for a moment to continue your conversation and I hear you ask your client to repeat that last question. I smile to myself knowing that this is only the mildest of the distractions I have planned for you.

With my mouth on your neck I slide my warm, strong hands straight down your loose t-shirt and over your firm, beautiful tits. I appreciate the lack of a bra as I feel your nipples stiffen under my palms. I squeeze them each firmly while continuing to pull at your earlobe with my lips. You cough a couple times to stifle a moan of pleasure.

You are having trouble now following the conversation and I can see your hands shake slightly as you try to type out notes on your computer keyboard. I move from squeezing your breasts to pinching, twisting and pulling your nipples. As I feel them harden I get an idea and quickly scan the top of your desk until I see the cold tumbler of Iced Tea on the coaster. With one hand, I reach into the tumbler and pull out a slippery ice cube. You see where this is going and try to get up out of the chair to get away but I press hard on your chest and hold you seated. I reach down with one hand and pull your t-shirt up over your tits while the other brings the dripping, cold cube to your right nipple and rubs it in slow circles.

I see you close your eyes at the sensation and murmur vague affirmations to your client’s questions. Chilled water drips down your belly to the waistband of your jean shorts as I move the cube to the other nipple and repeat the process.

When both nipples are nicely numbed I pop the cube in my mouth and quickly pull your t-shirt over your head, leaving you topless. I spin you around in your chair and slide down to my knees between your legs. Leaning forward I place the tip of my tongue on your belly, right at the top of your shorts and lick upward along the trail of water that has dripped down. Again and again I repeat this trek with my tongue. Licking upward until I reach your nipples which I then suck each in turn. The ice cube melting in my mouth has made my tongue a cold spear that provides no warm relief to your chilled, aching nipples.

I then get another idea. I scan the desktop behind you and reach over your shoulder to pick up the small, acrylic holder filled with paper clips. I shake a few into my hand as your eyes grow wide with the new realization of what I have planned. I choose two of the bigger clips. I take the first and gently bend it open just enough to slide over the tip of your nipple before releasing it and letting it close tightly. You gasp and your eyes close as you feel the exquisite bite and tension. I repeat this with your second nipple and then stand up to admire my handiwork.

What an amazing view! There you sit in your leather office chair, topless, with your nipples clamped and a phone pressed to one ear as you valiantly try to make your client believe that you are following his project brief when what you really want is more sexual stimulation.

I stand up from between your legs and walk over to stand next to you. I reach into my track pants and pull my hard, fat cock out and over the waistband and slowly stroke it just inches away from your face. Your eyes get lidded and your lips part slightly as you lean forward to take me in your mouth. But I pull back, making you wait. Making you watch.

Your free hand reaches down into your shorts. I watch the fabric stretch and flex as your fingers sink deep into your pussy. Your eyes close and your mouth drops open. You pull your hand out and your second and middle fingers glisten with your juices. I gently take your wrist and guide your hand to my cock where you rub your wet fingers over the head, your juices mixing with the precum leaking from the tip.

I bring your fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, slurping and sucking loudly. You give me a stern look and shoosh me with a finger held against your lips. I smile again and go back to stroking my rod just inches away from your mouth. Your eyes are staring intently at my cock while I listen to you continue to try to make plans with your client. You take the phone and hit the speakerphone button and set it down on your desk, telling your client that you need both hands to multi-task.

And multi-task you do by grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and licking the mix of juices and precum off the head of my cock before taking me deeper into your mouth.

I look down and watch your mouth slide slickly back and forth on my cock while I listen to your client drone on and on about this project. I sometime wonder why you work for this guy. The money must be great, but still. I hear him pose a question to you. Your mouth pauses on my cock and you attempt to withdraw but I hold the back of your head firmly. I hear him again. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”

I release your head and you pull off of me and sputter, “Yes. Yes. I’m here. Can you hear me? Must be a bad connection.”

You shoot me another disapproving glance as you try to refocus on your client.

I move back in front of you and drop down to my knees again. I place my hands on your thighs and bring my face down between your legs. I press my nose against the denim and inhale deeply. I can smell the sweet/spicy scent of your wet pussy through the thick fabric.

I bring my hand down to your crotch, crook my fingers and drag my fingernails roughly down the seam of your jeans sending vibrations directly to your pussy lips and clit. I bring my other hand up and do the same. I look strangely like some dog clawing at the door to get in. And in a way, I guess I am.

You spread your legs wider which presses the fabric tighter to your pussy. My rhythmic scratching down the seam is driving you crazy. It’s such a delicious tease and is making you want more.

Your face is flushed. Your responses to your client have been reduced to brief words and phrases,

“Yes”

“Sure”

“Makes sense”

“Will do”

My fingers trace along the waistband of your shorts until they find the top button of your fly and pop it open. A peek of your black, silk, panties is revealed. My fingers travel down and pop the second, then the third button. I press my nose to your panties and breathe in your intoxicating scent.

I lean forward and plant a kiss on your belly. I grab the waistband of your panties with my teeth and yank them down exposing your hardening clit which I give a few flicks with my tongue.

You grip the sides of the chair tightly as you listen to your client and look down to see what my lips and tongue are doing to you. Things are moving quickly to a point of no return for you. You aren’t sure how much more control you can muster but you damn sure plan to try. It is becoming a battle of wills now and I’m determined to push you over the edge.

My hands reach up and peel your jean shorts off of your hips. You lift your ass slightly, torn between wanting to resist and aching to feel more and anxious as I am to free your body from this restrictive clothing. You are left sitting in the chair in your sheer, black, g-string. I can see the black on black tone proving to me how wet your pussy is.

I slowly pull your thong down past your hips and down over your legs, leaving you naked on the chair. An amazing sight. Your toned, naked body. Paper clips pinching your hardened nipples. Your pussy dripping juices onto the black, leather chair seat.

I step back and pull my iPhone from my pocket. I need to capture this moment. Panic flashes behind your eyes as you see me start snapping pictures and you hear the telltale sound of the camera shutter. You hold your hand out in front of you to obscure your face as your mind reels with the thoughts and fears of who might one day see these pics of you at your most vulnerable and exposed. You are simultaneously shocked and aroused at the risks you are taking right now.

You normally would jump up and cover yourself in a situation like this, but this is a very important client that you can’t afford to lose. Cutting him off in the middle of this briefing call might jeopardize your relationship with him, so you steel yourself and submit to this exploitation, trusting that I wouldn’t betray you or put you at risk.

I set the phone down and drop back to my knees. I grab your hips and slide your body down the chair, your skin squeaking against the leather as I pull your wet pussy right to my mouth.

With my arms wrapped around each leg I pull you tightly to my face. You feel my short, scratchy beard rub against your inner thighs as I seek to devour you. My lips and tongue spear inside your dripping pussy.

You’re losing control of your concentration and you hear your client say again, “Hello? Are you still there?” This snaps you back to attention for the moment. You cough quickly and apologize again, telling him that you had to run across the room to retrieve a file.

Your fingers slide along my scalp and grab my hair tightly as I kiss, lick, slurp and swallow all the juices I can gather on my tongue. You are just barely able to split your attention between the sexual needs of your pussy and the business needs of your client. I can see that I’m not completely winning this battle so I put into play my final gambit

I pull you to your feet and quickly clear the desktop of pens, pads and files. I bend your naked body over the desk. I pick up your iPhone and walk around to the front of the desk and laying it on its side, I have you hold the phone facing you, gripping it by both ends. You look at me curiously, not sure what I have planned.

You continue your conversation with your client. With a devious smile I reach around to the front of the screen and quickly tap the FaceTime button and then put my hands over yours to hold you in place as the audio call shifts to a video call.

Your eyes grow wide with panic as your client’s face appears on the screen. You see and hear him say, “Oh hi. Good idea. It’s much easier to talk to you this way.”

You tilt the screen up slightly to obscure your naked body and struggle to appear as normal as possible

You can’t believe the incredible risk you are taking. The risk that I’ve actually subjected you to. But the adrenaline coursing through your body has made your pussy flow like a fountain.

I walk slowly behind you and drop down yet once more to my knees and lick you from your dripping pussy all the way up to your tight, little asshole.

You stare at the screen while your client looks back at you. He asks if you are feeling ok because he can see that your face is flushed and your eyes appear a bit glassy. You assure him that it is just seasonal allergies as you fight to restrain the pleasure you are experiencing from being reflected on your face.

I slowly stand up and drop my pants to the floor and step out of them. Ready to give you your final test. Gripping my hard cock with my hand, I run it up and down your soaking wet slit before nestling the head at the opening to your gaping pussy.

You bite your lip and continue to try to focus on what your client is saying as I ease my cock deeply into you.

Your eyes close in pleasure with this first penetration. Your client remarks that the pollen must be really bad this year and gives you some recommendations for eye drops. You thank him and look down to the side as if you are writing it down.

I slowly withdraw and then quickly pound back into you with one, hard stroke. Jolting your body and forcing you to hold the phone steady and pointed only at your face.

I start to increase my pace, sliding your body back and forth across the desk with each thrust. You struggle to hold the phone steady as I slip an arm under you and pull you back on top of me as I plop down on the chair.

My cock is now as deep in your pussy as it can go. You grind your hips, feeling me inside you as you hold the phone out in front of your face, sweaty wisps of hair hanging in front of your face now.

I reach one hand around to strum your clit while the other slides up to pull on the paper clips still hanging tenaciously to each nipple.

You feel your orgasm building and at this point you know you need to go through with it, client be damned. If you lose his business, so be it. At this point you are determined not to back down or back out.

You stare at your clients face on the screen, not breaking eye contact as you grind slowly on my cock and feel my fingers on your clit and nipples. My mouth is pressed hard against your bare back and you can feel my teeth seeking purchase as my own orgasm approaches.

You mutter something about the time schedule and due dates for first concepts when it becomes all too much and you cum. Hard.

Your eyes squeeze shut. Your body jerks and you stifle a groan with your hand as your orgasm rips through you. You feel my hands grab your hips tightly as my body stiffens and I shoot ropes of cum deep inside your aching pussy as you grind on my lap.

Your client watches the beautiful agony of your orgasm play out over your face and misconstruing the reality of the situation, says, “My God! You are suffering today. You are a real trooper to take this call! Thank you so much.”

As you come down from your orgasm, you sniff and cough and with a smile, finally respond,

“My pleasure. You’re a valued client. I just wanted to show you how dedicated I am to you and your project. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some other business I need to take care of ……”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bschid/the_client_call_mdom_fsub_forced_exhibitionism