The work week was almost over. Most of my employees had already left for the day and I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I put the finishing touches on the proposal I’d been working on all week and clicked ‘save’. I sat back in my chair, stretched my arms over my head and smiled with contentment. “Finally,” I thought to myself.
I got up and walked over to the leather couch in my office. I needed to decompress. As I sank into the down-filled cushions, I wiggled my hips, sliding my skirt up. My right hand slipped down the front of my panties as the fingers on my left hand brushed and teased my nipples. I began rubbing circles on my clit and I closed my eyes, lost in my pleasure. Suddenly, I heard my office door open. I turned my head to find my best salesman, Rob, standing in the doorway.
“Um.. I’m sorry, Ms. James… I um…” he stammered.
“Get in here and close the door behind you,” I hissed.
Rob did as I told him. He stood across the room, diverting his eyes to the wall above me.
“Look at me,” I said.
Rob nervously locked eyes with me, “I just wanted to let you know I closed on the Daniels’ account. I’ll see you Monday, Ms. James.” He reached back for the doorknob. He was shaking.
“You’re not going anywhere yet, Rob. Take off your clothes.”
Rob stood motionless, except for his cock, which was making a distinct outline in his flat-front pants.
“Take off your fucking clothes, Rob, and get over here. You’re going to make me cum. In fact, you’re going to make me cum many times before I let you leave.” I lifted my ass off the couch and slipped my panties down over my feet as I watched Rob beginning to unbutton his shirt. I spread my legs while I watched him and resumed fingering my pussy. Rob slipped his shirt off, unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. His cock was straining to escape his boxer briefs. “Take your underwear off too,” I said, my fingers sliding in and out of my slick hole. Ordering him to be my office sex slave was turning me on so much I was on the verge of orgasm. Rob pulled his briefs down and his 9″ cock stood at attention, hard against his stomach.
“Get down on your knees and eat my pussy,” I commanded.
Rob did as he was told, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers entering me, sliding in and out. I started cumming in his mouth almost immediately, my juices running hot down the crack of my ass.
“Now it’s your turn,” I said as I caught my breath. “Fuck my mouth.”
Two hours, and several cums later, I looked at Rob and smiled. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to have to give you a promotion.”
“As far as I’m concerned, Ms. James, you already have.”
I want you to get naked and go look into the mirror. You see that worthless thing between your legs? It’s time to get rid of it. We both know you never or will ever please a woman in this lifetime with that pathetic little thing. There’s nothing more pleasurable than watching a man cutting is own cock off to serve the woman he loves and worships. If you don’t have the balls (haha) to do it then I will. I’ve castrated before, and I love hearing grown men cry and scream like a little bitch. It gets my cunt wet, and makes the experience even more enjoyable.
Written By: Lacey James
