Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together
(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by ?...)
The next day at the office, you bump into Mary in the supplies closet. One moment you’re reaching for the pens, and when you turn around you’re face to face with your beautiful colleague, and your new Mistress.
“Hello,” she says, observing your face. Her floral scent is in your nose. Your eyes dart down to her body — she’s wearing a sleeveless form-fitting black dress and heels. Very professional, and yet very obviously attractive. You could’ve hide a body like that.
“Hi,” you reply, rather nervous and rather erect.
“How’s my new boy toy doing?” She caresses your arm.
“I’m okay.”
“I thought you were supposed to call me Mistress,” she frowns.
“I’m okay… Mistress. You?”
“Good!,” she giggles, “I’m great too. Just one problem.”
Mary unzips her dress a bit, pulls down her bra, and takes out her breasts before adding, “My breasts are too full.”
“Full?,” you ask, hiding your erection. She swats your arm away, eyeing your cock.
“Yes — of milk.”
You look at her, confused and aroused.
“I know, I know. I’m not pregnant, or a mother. But trust me, something is welling up in there. And I need you to suck it out.”
You finally meet her gaze, understanding. Before you can reply, she grabs your head and pulls you down to her breast. You latch on to her nipple, and suck hard. “Yes!,” she exclaims (but not too loudly) and caresses the back of your head while you suck. You get comfortable — placing your hands on her hips as you move to the other breast, sucking thirstily. You feel her ass.
Mary’s hands unbuckle your pants, taking out your cock. Gently, she pulls your mouth off her tits, stares into your eyes, and says, “I need to fuck you right now.”
Not that you were going to protest — but she gives you a light slap anyway and kisses you before pushing you down on a stool. She hikes up her dress, pulls her panties aside, and sits in your lap, letting your cock penetrate her warm, wet pussy. She holds you close, buries your face in her neck, and rides you hard until you cum inside her.
While you’re getting ready, she takes her wet panties off and throws them at your face.
“Wear these home tonight,” she says, adjusting her tits.
“What?” you laugh from your stool.
She steps in front of you, grabs your throat in her hand, and stares down into your eyes, “Excuse me?”
“Sorry Mistress — I’ll do as you say.”
Mary leans down and whispers close to your face, “Of course you will. Because you’re my little bitch boy and I own your cock. From now on, you’re my little hoe at work. Now open your mouth.”
She spits in your mouth and leaves the stuffy closet. From that day, work is a very different experience. Your colleague does a hundred little things to belittle you — like calling you into her office just to make you pick up a pen near her feet, or making you lick the ketchup stain off her skirt, or spitting in your coffee before handing it to you, etc. And she keeps teasing you. Rubbing up against you. Flashing you. Sending you dirty emails. And of course, there’s the actual sex. Oral under her table. Cowgirl in your office chair. Missionary on her desk when you two decide to work later than everyone else. When she’s feeling special, she even pegs you on the couch.
“You know I’m getting a promotion, right?” Mary tells you once, while you’re kneeling in front of her and eating her pussy.
“Mm-hmm,” you reply without stopping.
“And I get to hire my own assistant. Guess who I’m going to choose?”
Link
