guy gets scissor from model that likes tricks

“I have a special surprise for you today, boss,” Vixen purrs, sauntering into the office in skintight spandex and towering heels. Her full lips curl into a wicked grin as she sets a leather bag on the desk. “Something to make our weekly meetings a bit more…stimulating.”

“Vixen, I must insist you keep our sessions professional,” I say sternly, trying to ignore the bulge growing in my slacks at the sight of her perfect curves lovingly encased in shimmering purple latex. But the determined glint in her emerald eyes tells me she has no intention of backing down.

“Oh come now, boss. Tickle your fancy, why don’t we?” she says seductively, reaching into her bag. Her deft fingers emerge with a case of shiny silver handcuffs. “This little present is from me to you, for all your devoted service.”

She slinks around the desk until she’s standing behind me, trapping me in place. Smoothly she snaps one cuff around my right wrist and attaches the other to the armrest. “I think it’s only fair you get to experience the delectations you give me.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, woman?” I ask, fighting the chains and glowering at her through my lashes.

“Bringing a little excitement to boring old Cubicle 12,” she giggles, dancing out of reach. Once more, her hands dip into the bag, this time retrieving what appear to be stockings. She rolls them up her creamy thighs with painstaking slowness, torturing me with the toe-curling view.

“Sweetheart, just let me right out of here,” I plead, seeing that playing hard to get only makes her hotter. “This isn’t funny anym-”

Vixen’s confident laughter cuts me off. “But the real fun is just getting started,” she purrs, pulling a riding crop from the bag. She smacks it against her palm, sending a spasm of arousal through my loins. “Time to spank your Bottomly ways!”

Crash! She shuts the office door and flips the lock. With a sultry wink, she walks out and pulls the shades. Now in complete privacy, the vixen starts toward me but pauses. She reaches under her coat and slowly, agonizingly peels off her top, revealing pert breasts barely contained by a lacy purple bra.

Vixen slowly descends the straps one by one, letting them fall to her elbows. She teases the cups down, exposing puckered pink nipples. My breath catches at the erotic dance, my cock rock hard and straining against my zipper. Vixen’s eyes flash with hunger as she takes in my bulging erection, licking her lips.

She continues her slow strip tease with the crop trailing up thighs, over tummy, circling an aching nipple. I groan in frustration, reaching for her. The crop cracks against open air, leaving stinging red marks on my straining forearms.

“Uh-uh, boss. No touching until I say so,” Vixen coos, circling back behind my chair. My chair receives a playful smack.

“Ah!” The jolt straight up my spine goes right to my throbbing cock. Crack, crack! She smacks my already hardening member through my slacks. The sweet pain registers as a pulsing moan.

“Ooh, someone likes having his ass disciplined,” she purrs, admiring her handiwork. She sets to working her way up my body, alternating between burning lashes and jolts of pleasure.

Crack on my inner thigh, nearly making me groan. Collar bone, across my nipples, under my arms, over my hairy chest, strophic zaps leaving me gasping and writhing on the chair. “Mmm, my naughty boy!”

Crack-crack to the ball of my hardest erection; I shout, grabbing the chair arms until they bloom over red from my grip. My cock pulsates, desperately straining against my underwear, demanding release.

Crack-crack to the crease of my thighs. “You’ll thank me later,” she assures, deftly undoing my pants. “I know just how to milk you dry.”

Shoving the garment down, she meets with my raging erection. I twitch at her touch, more than ready to fall over the edge. “Mmmm, look at you, so needy for me.”

Branding my flesh with the crop, she works me higher and higher toward climax with her hand. I’m panting and moaning shamelessly.

“Ohhh…Mistress Vixen…nnngghhhh!” I cry out, knees shaking. “Please, I need to cum. I can’t – I can’t take anymore!”

She stops. My eyes fly open as I slump, deflating with a disappointed whine. “Please, gods, anything!” I beg, only to moan pitifully as she begins again, working on a new level of ferocious intensity.

I explode, screaming with limbs flailing in a wild dance. I twist against the cuffs, spraying my release across the leather. “Ah god! Ahhh! S-something’s happening!” I cry out desperately as she milks me to completion.

Panting, I come to myself, head lolling limply over the chair. Who would have guessed the mouthy secretary would be such a skilled mistress? Has any employee ever wanted to climb the corporate ladder so badly?

“Had enough? Or shall I keep going, boss?” she asks with a wicked grin, eyeing her nearly empty bag of toys. I shiver in anticipatory bliss. Looks like today’s meeting is going to last for a long, long time indeed…