Kneeling for the Iron Boss: Raw Office Submission

Her office reeked of power. Dim light filtered through lowered blinds. Warehouse hum outside. Heart hammered. Odile, 62, perched on desk edge. Skirt hiked. Black pumps gleamed. ‘Kneel,’ she commanded. Legs buckled. Knees hit cold floor. Cheeks burned crimson. Pulse thundered in ears. She extended her foot. Leather scent hit. Removed her shoe. Warm nylon foot pressed my face. Skin fevered. Inhaled deeply. Musky, cared-for woman. Cock stiffened painfully. Hands trembled up her calf. Silk-smooth nylon. Thighs parted slightly. Heat radiated. Guided my head higher. Face buried in crotch. Pantyhose barrier. Warmth soaked through. Large lips pulsed under fabric. Nose nudged. Scent of arousal flooded. Heart raced wild. Submission devoured me. Her hands gripped hair. Pulled tighter. Breathless urgency. Everything turned red.

She yanked pantyhose down. White satin panties exposed. Lace edges framed mound. Poils gris peeked. Trace of wetness stained. Pulled me back. Mouth latched. Sucked through satin. Nose rubbed clit spot. Hips bucked. Fabric dampened fast. Her thighs clamped skull. Pressure built. Sudden retreat. Panties off. Thrown aside. Sex bombé, bestial lips, graying bush. Dove in. Tongue plunged. Lapped folds. Salty tang exploded. Weak menopausal flow. Added saliva. Slurped deep. Clit swollen. Sucked hard. Hands crushed head. Pubis ground. Waves hit her. ‘Yes! Rhaaa!’ Body convulsed. Juices smeared face. Held me firm. Cock throbbed untouched. Dizzy near-faint. She revived. ‘More, slave.’ Tongue again. Deeper laps. Vagina entrance probed. Odor intensified. Second peak roared. Thighs vise. Nearly suffocated. Ecstasy multiplied. Sweat slicked skin. Lost control.

The Fever Ignites

She released. Pushed away. Gazed down. Tender, maternal. Skin still burned. Heart slowed ragged. ‘Good boy. Hired. Serve often.’ Culotte dangled. ‘Gift. Smell me tonight.’ Stood shaky. Bowed. Left dim office. Panties clutched. Aroma lingered. Unique fire etched soul. Slave forever.