Kinky Sex at Work

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Morilla

The most misshapen dress could not hide Macy’s beauty. Knee high black platform boots and a mini-skirt was her routine office attire. No one else dared dressing so outrageously sexy. She could not be fired. Only Macy understood the shambolic computer code that constituted their main product.

Staff members and executes were … smitten is too polite a word; Macy starred in their nightly wanking.

No man at the software company excited her. A couple of gay women asked her out. She refused, saying she did not date people she worked with. True enough, sex was wonderful, but complicating her work life was not worth an extra orgasm or two.

When Jeff was hired, she classified him as just another boring male.

Jeff’s politeness made no impression on her. Men at the company fawned on her. She liked homage but these guys were disgusting. Faint hope of erotic reward motivated them.

Macy noticed that Jeff was kindly with everybody. Both sexes, employees at every status level. Perhaps he was an uncommonly good man.

She was curious.

She asked him to pick up her lunch. He smiled and brought the food back while it was still hot.

Jeff was equally glad to fetch laundry from the dry cleaners and pick up prescription from the pharmacy.

He asked Macy to dinner. Curbing her habitual distrust, she smiled and accepted the invitation.

The restaurant’s décor was mediocre. But the food was delicious. Other men had taken her to glitzy, fancy restaurants with incompetent chefs. Instead of trying to show off, Jeff made sure she would enjoy her dinner.

Jeff walked her home. At her door he shook her hand and left.

Macy wavered between pleasure and annoyance. The meal put her in an excellent mood. She would have happily kissed him. Was Jeff polite or a prude? Or … ?

Jeff was the same guy, the next day at work. A shared meal did not cause him to assume false intimacy. Macy became very fond of him. And she had suspicions.

One evening Jeff and Macy worked after everyone had left. They were finishing a presentation for one of the vice presidents.

Jeff asked if he could treat her to dinner. She almost said yes.

Instead she called him into an office.

She ordered Jeff to strip. When he hesitated, Macy started unbuttoning his shirt. Quickly Jeff shed his pants and shoes.

She pulled Jeff closer. He shuddered when she kissed him.

She pushed herself up; sat on the desk and widened her legs.

Grabbing Jeff’s shoulder, she pushed him down, his head between her thighs.

Jeff’s inexperience was obvious, his passion made up for skill.

Macy bent, opened a drawer. She pulled out a riding crop. It was a prop from the prior year’s Halloween party.

She swatted his back. Being hit increased his fervor.

Macy had many orgasms that night. Before the session ended, Jeff’s back was covered with red spots.

Macy had taken a bit of a risk. Her judgement proved correct. Jeff is one of those men who need to please.

For him, the most fulfilling submission is to a dominant woman. Working in service, surrendering to her will makes him feel complete.

Macy and Jeff have had many more nights. Longer, kinkier, sexier nights. Mostly at home, but there are evenings at the office when Jeff is her sex slave.

It was not long before he addressed her as Mistress. How happy he is, when she calls for her slave.


Source: Femdomous

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