Written by KatyStressRelief
Today I was thinking about CFNM and what a turn on that can be. This fantasy is from my years in corporate America with a little dash of revenge/domination over “The Boss”.
Sitting at my desk, I contemplate my next move. The politics of corporate America too much to tolerate and it’s time to take my stand. So after hours, I’m working diligently when “The Boss” comes into my office.
“Guess it’s just the two of us burning the midnight oil.” He grins.
I smile back as his eyes rake over my breasts. He has been doing this since the day I started. Just dropping by to oggle my tits and leave with a hard on concealed under his suit jacket. Tonight is going to be different.
“We always are. So everyone is gone?” I purr.
“Yep. Want to take a dinner break. We can have something delivered. My treat.” He asks.
Looking him up and down, I answer “Of course, I would love dinner on you.”
About an hour later, my phone rings. “The Boss” tells me the food is in the conference room and I should join him. I take my time fixing my hair and freshening my lipstick, then proceed to meeting. He is sitting there in his shirt and tie eating a huge bite of Beef & Broccoli. He smiles and motions me to sit. I stay standing moving closer toward him.
“I have been watching you and you are a naughty boy.” I purr.
Shock flashes across his face, “What?”
“Not only do you “eye-rape” me everyday, but you do even worse. Bet the wife doesn’t know about your hour long trips to the oriental massage place down the street? And I have put up with you staring at my tits for a long time, Boss-man. So unless you do what I say tonight, I will let the wife in on your dirty little secrets. ” I smile.
“Why? What? I don’t understand.” He whines.
Shaking my head, I reply, ” Tonight you will learn what it means to be treated like a piece of meat. So the faster you agree, the earlier we get to go home. Do you agree?”
“Yes.”
Taking my seat at the head of the table, I tell him to climb on top. “It’s time for a show. Now, strip!”
Hesitantly he begins to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Lucky for me, he takes care of himself so at least that’s a bonus. I watch his shirt fall to the table top. “Go ahead… shoes, pants, socks…. Boxers? Briefs? You know what I expect.”
Standing there in his boxers, I can see this is making him excited. His cock growing while the color in his face blooms. “Take them off. You’re not done.” He removes his boxers and tries to cover the impressive hard-on standing at attention.
“Asians, in general, are portrayed as an erotic culture. I wonder what they would say about me using you as my plate.” giggling softly, “yeah, I think the delivery boy would enjoy it at least. Lay down.” Serving up several portions of this and that, I stop and admire my handy work. Making him into a buffet for the senses. His chest, stomach and cock displaying a different option.
“How does it feel? Being reduced to a thing, exposed and vulnerable? I can see you are turned on.” Staying silent, I dismissed him and proceeded to use my chopsticks to pick and pluck my dinner from his body. “Do you know what I want you to do while I enjoy my coffee? I want you to jerk off for me. I want you to stroke, yank, whank and spank until you cum. Do you understand? Clean up and come back on top of the table but this time I want you on your knees.”
He returns quickly, clamoring up on the table and taking his position on his knees. “Now stroke” I off-handedly demand. It didn’t take long before he was exploding. Standing, I toast him with my coffee, “I’m off. Thanks for dinner.”
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Raynor Terror went on a trip to the UK recently to see Magnus, aka the anal sculptor extraordinaire. Magnus specializes in making small bronze sculptures of the anus for anyone who wants a souvenir of their asshole or someone else’s asshole. He got started in the anal-sculpting business with an idea for chocolate starfishes: “A sculpture of an anus should be made in chocolate. It just seemed to make some sort of poetic sense,” he explained.
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