I walked into his office, my hips swaying with purpose. Rich mahogany paneling and a commanding view of the city skyline set the tone for the power play about to unfold.
Mr. Jameson looked up from his papers, his eyes widening as they took in my curves in the tight red dress. “Can I help you, Miss…?”
“Stephens,” I purred, perching on the edge of his desk. “I’m here about the Johnson account.” My black hair cascaded over my shoulders as I leaned in, giving him a tantalizing view down the dress’s plunging neckline.
His gaze lingered, his breath quickening. “Yes, of course. Please, have a seat.”
I shook my head, keeping him ensnared in my web. “I prefer to stand, if you don’t mind. It’s more… intimate.” My voice dripped with suggestion.
He swallowed hard, clearly captivated by my confidence and beauty. “As you wish.”
Slowly, I reached into my purse and produced a gleaming black strap-on. His eyes followed the toy as I buckled it around my waist. A thrill ran through me at the knowing glint in his eye.
“Now, about that account,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “I think I can convince Mr. Johnson to choose your company if you’re willing to make a… significant adjustment to your business practices.”
Mr. Jameson’s mind was clearly racing, but he nodded stiffly. “I’m willing to consider anything for the Johnson account.”
I smiled, the strap-on pressing against my thigh. “That’s very wise of you, sir. Now, let’s discuss the details of your submission.”
His face paled as he realized the true nature of my proposal. But he was a man of business, and the prospect of securing a major deal eclipsed his initial shock. “Very well,” he breathed. “I’m yours to command.”
My lips curled into a wicked smile as I unbuckled the strap-on and slid it onto his prone form on the conference table. I positioned myself above him, my pussy lips parting to reveal the head of the large dildo.
With a deep, anticipatory sigh, I lowered myself onto him, the thick toy forcing its way inside him inch by excruciating inch. Mr. Jameson’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as I pegged him with ruthless expertise.
I set a demanding pace, riding him hard and fast, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing through the empty office. Each thrust brought me closer to the peak of ecstasy, my clit throbbing in time with the force of my movements.
As I crested the wave of climax, I leaned down to whisper filthy encouragement in his ear, my hips pistoning furiously against him. “Take it, you dirty boy. Let me use your hole for my pleasure.”
Mr. Jameson’s eyes rolled back in his head, a hoarse moan escaping him as he surrendered to the intense pegging. I could feel his slutty surrender, his inner walls clenching around the dildo as he spilled his load onto the conference table.
Panting, I dismounted him, the strap-on glistening with our combined fluids. I straightened my dress and fixed my hair, a triumphant smile playing on my lips.
“Business will be booming with you at the helm, Mr. Jameson,” I said sweetly, tucking the strap-on back into my purse. “Just remember, our arrangement remains confidential.”
With a final, sultry wink, I turned and strode out of the office, leaving him to clean up the mess and contemplate his newfound role as a pegged sub.
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