Sasha lounged on the plush velvet couch in her lavish boudoir, auburn hair cascading over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. She wore a skimpy black lace teddy that left little to the imagination, emphasizing her bountiful curves and toned midriff. Her sapphire eyes glinted wickedly as she caught sight of her latest conquest entering the room – a red-faced, wide-eyed man who looked as if he’d just escaped from the straight-laced confines of an office job. “Well hello there, handsome,” Sasha purred, running a hand down her side and pushing out her ample bosom. “I’ve been waiting for you.” The man swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he took in the sight before him – a walking wet dream come to life. “I’m, uh, Sasha,” she introduced with a sultry smile. “I’m going to be your guide on a very special journey today. A journey of pleasure and release.” She crooked a finger at him and he stumbled forward like a puppet on strings, stopping to stand before her in the middle of the room. Sasha took her time, eyes roaming over his body and making him feel stripped bare. “Mmm, not bad,” she purred finally. “You’ll do nicely.” Reaching out, she gripped his belt and pulled him down to kneel before her, eyes level with the huge bulge straining against his pants. She licked her lips, hand sliding up to cup the obscene bulge and make him gasp. “Ooh, someone’s eager,” she giggled, giving him a teasing squeeze before pulling away. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of this for you.” Her hand slid down to rub him through his slacks and he groaned helplessly, hips twitching forward into her touch. She smirked, feeling him throb against her palm. “But first, I need you to do something for me.” Sasha released him and leaned back, spreading her legs to give him an eyeful of glistening pink. “Stick a finger in my pussy and show me how much you want to serve me.” He hesitated, glancing up at her with uncertainty. She rolled her eyes impatiently. “Just do it,” she snapped. “Don’t think, just obey. Now.” Chastened, he reached out a trembling hand, fingers hovering over her soaked slit. He looked up at her pleadingly but found no mercy in her cruel smile. Swallowing hard, he pressed forward, breaching her with one finger. “Good boy,” Sasha cooed, licking her lips as she watched him pump into her slowly. “Now add another. Show me how badly you want to please your Queen.” He obeyed, wriggling a second finger inside her tight heat. Sasha gasped, back arching as he stroked along her inner walls. “Fuck yes,” she moaned, hips rolling into his touch. “Just like that. Fuck my pussy with those fingers.” He picked up speed, plunging into her wet channel eagerly as she rode his hand with abandon. Her moans filled the room and her pussy clenched around him, gripping his digits like a vise. “Don’t stop,” she warned breathlessly. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.” His hand moved frantically now, knuckles white as he pumped them in and out. Sasha cried out, thighs shaking as she teetered on the edge. “Faster,” she demanded. “Harder! Fuck that pussy!” With a guttural cry, she came undone, gushing all over his hand as he worked her through her orgasm. He slowed his motions until she collapsed back on the couch, chest heaving. Sasha sat up with a languid stretch, giving him a wink. “Mmmm, such a good little fucktoy. You’ve earned a reward.” She reached out to rub him through his pants again, palming his erection firmly. He let out a choked moan, bucking into her touch desperately. “Oh don’t worry, pet,” she purred wickedly. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”