Want to Keep Your Job?

The pulsating beat of the music filled the room, reverberating off the walls and vibrating through his body. His heart pounded in sync with the rhythm, his palms damp with anticipation. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows across the minimalistic space, the only furniture a plush armchair in the center.

She entered from the shadows, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Her hips swayed to the music, her red dress clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. Her eyes, darkened with smokey makeup, locked onto his.

“Did you miss me, slave?” Her voice cut through the throbbing bass. She approached slowly, purposefully, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Yes, Mistress,” he stammered, his mouth suddenly dry.

She circled him like a shark, her perfume enveloping him. “I hope you learned your lesson last time. Remember, I own you now. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He nodded, his eyes following her every move. “Yes, Mistress. I understand.”

She stopped in front of him, her face mere inches from his. Her breath was hot against his lips. “I think we need a refresher course.” Her hand moved to his crotch, rubbing slowly. “You need to learn to pleasure your Mistress properly.”

He let out a guttural moan, his cock twitching under her touch. “P-please, Mistress. Show me.”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. She pushed him into the armchair, straddling him. “Oh, I’ll show you, slave. I’ll teach you how to worship your Mistress.”

Her hands moved to the straps of her dress, easing them down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, exposing her perfect breasts. She wore no bra, her rosy nipples hardening under his gaze.

“Touch me,” she commanded, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts. “Learn every inch of your Mistress’s body.”

His fingertips traced the soft curves, relishing in the warmth of her skin. He pinched her nipples lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

“That’s it, slave. Explore me. Pleasure me.”

She grinded her hips against his, the friction sending shivers down his spine. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her panties.

Her hands moved down his body, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. She tugged them down, along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing member.

She gasped at the sight, her eyes widening. “Mmm, such a nice, big cock. I bet you’re eager to please me, aren’t you?”

He nodded fervently, his hips bucking up involuntarily. “Yes, Mistress. Anything you want.”

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She reached behind her, pulling out a strapon from God-knows-where. She smirked at his surprise.

“Surprised, slave? Don’t fret. You’ll love this.”

She positioned the strapon between her legs, the large, realistic cock standing at attention. She teasingly rubbed the tip against his sensitive member, drawing a whimper from his lips.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Suck your Mistress’s cock.”

He leaned down, his mouth parted. He took the tip in, swirling his tongue around the head. He relished in the taste, the feel, the depravity of it all.

She gripped his hair, thrusting deeper into his mouth. “That’s it, slave. Take it all. Show me what a good little cockslut you are.”

He obliged, taking her deeper, faster. His own cock ached with need, but he ignored it, focusing solely on the task at hand. He wanted to please her, to serve her, to be her perfect little toy.

She pumped faster, her moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, slave. You’re doing so well. You’re such a good little whore.”

He felt a surge of pride at her words, his motivation doubling. He wanted to be her best, to be the best slave ever. Her thrusts became erratic, her grip on his hair nearly painful.

“I’m going to cum, slave. Swallow every last drop.”

With a guttural scream, she thrust deep, holding his head in place. He felt the strapon pulse in his mouth, a warm, bitter liquid flooding his throat. He swallowed greedily, reveling in the depravity of the act.

She released him, yanking the strapon from his mouth. He gasped for air, his own cock throbbing with urgent need.

“You’ve earned a reward, slave.” She dismounted, turning around and bending over the armchair. “Fuck me. Hard.”

He needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips. With one hard thrust, he was inside her, his body shuddering at the tight heat.

“Fuck, Mistress. You feel so good.”

She moaned, pushing back against him. “Don’t hold back, slave. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He obliged, pounding into her with wild abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and the pulsing beat of the music.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Her screams filled the room, her body trembling. He could feel her clench around him, her orgasm building.

He leaned over, his teeth sinking into the soft skin of her neck. “Cum for me, Mistress. Come on my cock.”

With a final, hard thrust, she shattered, her walls clenching around him. Her scream of ecstasy matched his own as he emptied himself inside her, his body trembling from the force of his climax.

They remained like that for minutes, bodies intertwined, breaths ragged. When he finally pulled out, a trail of semen trickled down her legs. She turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face.

“Well done, slave. You’ve earned some points back.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in his body easing. “Thank you, Mistress. I’ll do anything to keep my job.”

She winked, sauntering away. “I know you will. Now, get dressed. We have a lot of work to do.”

As he watched her retreat, he knew one thing for sure. No matter what she required of him, he would do it willingly. He was her slave, her toy, and he would serve her to the best of his ability. For her pleasure was his purpose, and he would never forget it.