The weekend had been awful. Pretending. Pretending to be happy. Pretending to be normal. Pretending, that all that she could think about wasn’t Monday. Wasn’t her punishment. Pretending she could think of something other than number 20 he had written on her white board. Pretending that she wasn’t wet and horny all weekend dreaming of how he might do it.
20. He hadn’t said it specifically. They almost never discussed things specifically.
20. The number of assignments she would have to finish for him before she could work on her own assignment. Orgasms. He meant orgasms. Worse. He had whispered that it was her job to get his assignments done. That she wasn’t just to wait for his orders. No. She had to go out of her way, she had to take initiative. He would not give her any help.
But now she was in the office. Monday morning. Wearing the new blue dress. Wearing no underwear. Wearing the butt plug with the blue crystal she had secretly bought the day before. Driving two towns over and feeling herself burning red in shame the whole time.
She was planning. She would cum at her master’s hands this week. It was her goal. The only goal. This would prove to him. Prove that she was ready for his cock. Ready to be fucked. Worthy to be his slut.
And as soon as he walked into his office, she followed him, in her best casual business voice asking to talk to him about a project. He responded, in his best “but its Monday” voice that he had a few minutes.
She locked the door without asking. She kept her eyes down and pulled the dress over her head. Turning and stripping off her bra with a speed that would shame a stripper and turning so he could see the blue jewel. She hid her right hand. The small tube.
“Sir,” she said, “I’d like to discuss one of your projects.” She dropped to her knees and crawled around the desk. From the corner of his vision she saw his amused smiled and his cock straining at his pants.
He said nothing as she undid his belt. As she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. As she tugged them with his boxers to the floor.
His cock. His lovely cock made her mouth water as it bounced slightly. She began to nuzzle its hard length against her cheek. Her nose her chin. As she opened the small tube. As she squirted the lube into her hands and reached up to stroke him.
He gasped and said, “you have my undivided attention Mrs. B.”
She hadn’t always been a wanton slut. For so long in her life she had been a good girl. Not giving boys everything they wanted, but not wanting to be a prude. This was something she had learned to do so long ago.
She let her large breasts rub against her legs as she slowly worked one hand after another up his slick shaft. Slowly squeezing and rubbing them side ways as she pulled them up one after another. Darting her tongue out to lick his head.
He began to groan loudly as her hands worked getting faster and more insistent, sliding up and down, squeezing and twisting. She needed both hands to hold his length and she could feel, feel how quickly he was growing to bursting under her. She sucked and licked at his head, glad for the cherry flavored lube she had purchased.
“I’m going to finish,” he said, his voice thick with lust. She covered his cock head with one hand while stroking faster with the other and felt his seed spurting into her hand.
As he finished, she slowly, carefully, ensuring he saw every motion, licked his cum from her hands, swallowing.
She felt powerful suddenly. Seeing him sitting there. Exhausted. She felt a power. Is this how he feels when he makes me cum. When he rules my body. When he takes charge and makes me beg? God it is exhilarating.
She didn’t wait for him to speak. She got one of the towels from his cabinet. Wiped her hands and threw it to him. She put on her dress and when he was zipped back up said, “thank you for hearing me out sir.”
He just nodded, seemed too stunned to speak.
She left. Sat at her desk and after a few moments her intercom buzzed.
“19 Mrs. B.,” his voice said.
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