“Come on, come on,” Layla urged as she lay on her back, stroking off her creepy coworker.
Her body was on fire for him. She didn’t know why this urge had overtaken her over the last few days, the urge to be his pet, to obey him. She desperately needed his cum and would do anything to get it. Under his command she’d quit her job so she could focus better on serving him. He’d taken her to get her nipples pierced, laughing as the pain lanced her body, the pain that had turned to bright pleasure at a few words from him. She didn’t remember what they were, only that it suddenly felt so good to hurt. He’d left her tied up in his bedroom and she loved every second of it.
Now she stroked his cock with both hands, pleading for him to cum on her.
“As you wish,” he grinned, then groaned as his cock pumped between her hands.
Layla opened her mouth as his hot cum pumped out over her face and ran down her cheeks, droplets falling onto her still-swollen tits. Each drop made her cum and she writhed and moaned while he painted her face, orgasm after orgasm pounding her body as he sullied her until he was empty. She held him there, enjoying the last of the dying orgasms as warm cum dripped off the head of his cock and down her fingers, releasing him only when she was completely done.
“Did you enjoy that, my pet?” He asked.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, “Yes.”
“You’re already horny for me again.”
It wasn’t a question and bright hunger blossomed inside her. How did he know her so well? She needed his cum, and would do whatever he said in order to get it.
