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Server Room Submission

Nola’s got time to kill, code to compile, and faces to sit on.

The InvesTek building, located on Terra Bella Avenue in the famed Silicon Valley, stood silently, and empty in the dark, winter night. Empty save for one room in the basement of the imposing sixty-four level skyscraper. It was long past closing time on a Friday night and all the staff and employees had left for home some hours ago. As one of the leading point-of-sale technology companies in the United States, many companies relied on their technology and, perhaps more importantly, paid extreme amounts of money to ensure that technology worked.

As a result, InvesTek’s Database Management team, among various other teams, always had members on call, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. As part of the Data Automation Team, my various colleagues and I were responsible for the maintenance of our expansive automation software that ensured that all of our client companies had access to the sales data they needed to operate. Tonight, I’d been called in to help save a failing automation thread, with the help of a lady I’d never worked with before.

Her name was Nola, she was twelve years my senior, at thirty-seven. She was my height at five-foot-eight-inches or so and her body was magnificent, especially for someone nearing her forties. I wasn’t usually one for conversation, I preferred to work silently and alone wherever possible, but Nola was the complete antithesis of me — loud, proud, vocal and social. On the reflection of a disabled computer monitor, I could see the curvaceous shape of her body through her body-hugging skirt and tight long-sleeve shirt which did little to hide the point of her nipples and the alluring heft of her breasts. She wasn’t exactly my type — not that I really had one, being such an introvert — but she was beautiful. I did, however, love the rectangular framed glasses she wore and her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She was definitely a standout, unlike me. I was plain and boring. Not fit, not fat, just an average guy in an IT job. Brown hair, brown eyes, no personality. I just kind of did what was asked and was happy.

She was making general chit-chat about her life and asking me questions I barely answered. I was too entrenched in my code. Once compiled, I could run my script and hopefully after about an hour of it reorganizing the database automation system, we could be done and head home.

“So, c’mon Isaac, you’ve never been with a woman?” she probed.

I didn’t remember telling her that, but then again, I hadn’t been listening.

“Uh, no. Guess not,” I mumbled,

“Damn, I thought IT guys got all the girls, being smart and nerdy…” she paused, smiling, “…and rich,”

“Hah, erm, suppose not,” I replied, my attention was focused on reformatting my code.

I heard her stand up, and she disappeared for a moment, I assumed to get coffee or to go relieve herself. It was nine at night.

“Hey, Nola? Code’s running, we’ve got about an hour ‘till we see if it’s successful.” I yelled back, “You want to order some food? I’m hungry and need to eat!”

Suddenly I felt a tightness about my body. I began to struggle, but Nola had sneaked up behind me and was wrapping cables around my arms and torso, confining me to the chair.

“What the hell?!” I exclaimed, “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be eating something soon enough!” I heard her laugh as she fastened the cables behind me.

I tried to grasp at them, but she pinned my hands down and cable-tied them to the armrests. I was completely restrained. She spun me around on my chair to face her. I was at eye level with her breasts. She lowered herself onto my lap with her arms resting on the back of the office chair. My face was almost touching her chest, I could feel the warmth emanating from her boobs.

“What are you doing Nola?”

“You said so yourself, we have time! I’m bored, I’m horny, I want to have some fun with you,” she explained, I could smell mint toothpaste on her breath.

“What do you mean?”

“Wow, how’d you get though college with a thought process like this?” she laughed, knocking me on the skull gently, “You seem like the kinda guy who does as told,”

“I try, I guess?”

“Good, we’ll get on like a house on fire. Now smile for the camera!” she stood, taking photos of me bound to the chair.

“Why are you taking photos? Are you blackmailing me?”

“Damn, maybe you are smart!” she laughed, “It’s just in case you don’t live up to expectations! A bit of a safeguard. But I won’t need to upload these to the company intranet if you behave and obey me, understand?”

“Erm, yes? I guess so?” I was so nervous, but my heart was thudding wildly in my chest. I found myself wildly aroused by her all of a sudden. She sat on my lap, straddling me, looking me up and down as though musing over what to do with me.

“Be a good boy, and you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.”

Once she was certain of my obedience, she slit the cable ties and unfastened me from the chair.

“On your knees,” she demanded,

I complied without hesitation. I had no idea where this was going, but I certainly didn’t want those pictures on the company intranet.

“Good.” She affirmed, “Until I say so, Isaac, you will serve me. Consider yourself my…” she paused, smiling wickedly, “…Slave,”

“Slave?” I quizzed, uncertain about the connotations,

“Yes, Isaac, a slave. You know, ‘Yes Mistress, no Mistress, three bags full Mistress’. A slave, obedient, subservient, whatever!”

“Oh, um, ok,” I feebly replied. I think I was in shock. My mind was spinning.

“Now let’s test this. Shirt off, slave, keep the tie.”

I complied. I’m unsure why I did, but I did. I knelt before her with my tie around my bare neck and my shirt cast aside.

“Good, you passed the first test, well done. Here’s your reward!” she laughed, stepping one foot forward, “kiss my shoe,” she instructed.

I looked up at her. She was intimidating — intimidatingly beautiful, perhaps. My eyes travelled down her body to her feet. She was wearing stockings and black flats. I felt a stirring in my gut as I bent forward and planted a kiss on, not one but, both of her feet.

“Ah, see, you are an overachiever!” she laughed, “Good, now come here!”

She grabbed my tie and dragged me as though I were her dog on a leash.

“Lie down,” she demanded and I complied instantly.

She stood above me, with her feet on either side of my hips, holding a bunch of cables. She knelt down, her knee hovering just above my crotch, as she began to wrap the cables around my body, pinning my arms to my sides, and my knees together. By the time Nola was finished, I was totally immobilized apart from the ability to wiggle.

“Nola, I’m not sure if I like this,” I feebly explained.

Her eyes fixated on the tent in my pants, and she replied with a sarcastic pouting face before taking more pictures with her phone. She posed herself on top of me in various positions and took photos of each one, despite my objections. She took photos of her foot on my crotch and my face, and of her standing over me as though she had won a duel. Her final insult was to stand above my face. I closed my eyes as I didn’t want to look up at her skirt and be indecent. She tucked her skirt under her knees and began to lower herself.

“Ah, Nola? What are you d-” I was cut off as her backside pressed into my face. I struggled against my bonds in hopes of knocking her off but to no avail.

My face became engulfed in her wide buttocks and I screamed, only to have my screams muffled by the fabric of her skirt. She laughed wildly and wiggled her butt. I heard the click of her phone’s camera and assumed she had taken a photo of her using my face as her cushion.

“Very funny Nola,” I muffled from below her, “, but please get off!”

She laughed, “No chance, butt-boy. You are my slave and If I want to use your face as a chair, I will!”

My nose was pressed up against the tight fabric of her skirt and I could smell the faint hint of sweat and her crotch.

“How long can you hold your breath Slave?” she asked,

“I don’t know?”

“Guess we’ll find out!” she giggled, lifting her butt slightly and whipping the skirt out from under it.

Suddenly I was faced with her big, round ass and her tiny black panties as she hovered just above my nose for a few seconds before dropping it down onto me.

“Mmmph! Mmmmph mmph!” I couldn’t speak.

I tried to breathe but my nose and mouth were sealed against her sweaty backside. She wiggled her butt in mockery.

“Damn, you are comfy!” she laughed lifting her butt off my face, “Told you, you’d be eating something!”

I gasped and inhaled deeply only for her butt to pin my face between her cheeks again. I felt her fidgeting with her crotch area and suddenly the thin fabric panties that separated her butthole from my nose slid out of the way. I felt my nose bury itself in her rear as she moaned. I could breathe, but only slightly and only the scent of her sweaty ass. She positioned herself so that my mouth was directly below her vagina.

“Lick,” she instructed,

‘No!” I exclaimed, wiggling against my bindings,

I heard another camera click.

“I just took a photo of your nose buried in my asshole Slave, stop complaining and start licking!” I could not comprehend why I was so painfully turned on. I had never been this aroused in my life, yet I hated what was happening as much as I loved it.

I stuck my tongue out and tasted her for the first time. It was almost sweet, if not a bit salty. She angled herself and soon my entire mouth was covered by her moist sex. I flicked my tongue around, unsure what I was looking for. She moaned when I tickled a few specific spots, so I focused on them. I continued to lick, and she continued to moan as she began to grind her crotch on me. Soon my face was drenched in her juices and I found I was painting her ass crack with her own fluids with my nose.

“God,” she tittered, “this is so fucking hot!”

“Mmmmmph!” I screamed,

She laughed mockingly. All I could smell was her ass, and on paper, that was vile, but I almost couldn’t get enough of it. My mouth was being assaulted by the taste of her vagina and all the booty sweat that had no doubt trickled in. My muffled moans only made her laugh more, and her hips began to gyrate faster. I felt her unzipping my fly.

“What. Are. You. Doing!?” I said between her now more passionate and deep rotations.

“Having fun!” she moaned as her hand grasped my manhood.

I felt her other hand cup my balls. I shivered as it felt very sensitive. Suddenly she clenched her hand around my testicles and squeezed! I bucked in pain, forcing my nose right into her anus. As she dropped down again, my nose was firmly entrenched in her. She moaned wildly, and I felt her thighs quiver as my face was suddenly assaulted by an onslaught of her sexual fluids.

She stopped grinding, my balls still in her grasp. She rested on my face, letting me soak in her cum, and breathed heavily for a few moments.

“Holy fuck,” she exhaled, standing up.

She kicked her flats off and looked down at me, drenched in her essence. She took another photo and started wiggling her toes on my lips.

“Suck them, Slave,’ she said seductively.

I could smell the scent of foot sweat on them, but I was in no position to resist. I opened my mouth and she slid them in. They had the faint taste of chemical nail polish and foot odour. She snapped a few more photos. With my dick out of my pants, she was sure to include that in the snapshot as for reasons beyond my understanding, I was erect and turned on.

“I knew you’d enjoy it!” she giggled, lightly kicking my hard member with her foot.

She pushed her foot deeper into my mouth and using a server-rack for balance, stood on my face with the other. My nose was being crushed under the sole of her foot whilst I tasted her toe. I gagged as her toe began to tickle the back of my throat and my mouth was forced open as wide as it possibly could go. She heard me splutter and extracted her foot, placing it on my face with the other, sealing my mouth beneath it.

“You going to be a good boy and sniff my feet or am I going to have to stomp on your balls?” she laughed,

Driven by fear and arousal in equal parts, I began to inhale deeply. I could smell the eighteen-hour workday she had endured on her feet. Foot sweat with hints of vinegar and nylon from her shoes. It was not a pleasant odor, but I continued to inhale deeply until there was suddenly a loud ping from the computer.

“It must have finished!” I exclaimed, hoping it was my ticket out of these bindings. I was only half right.

She walked over to the computer,

“Code needs a bit more work, It’s alright, I’ll take care of it if you serve me some more!”

She waited for me to reply before talking over me,

“You don’t have a choice anyway!” she chirped, rolling an unused server trolley towards me.

She hoisted me up and onto the trolley and using my own belt, she fastened my bondage onto the trolley itself and dragged me towards her no-back office chair. She positioned the trolley just behind her chair and dragged my head onto the cushion, leaving my body bound on the trolley.

“Hope you don’t mind if I take a seat?” she cooed, “Oh, but first!”

She reached under her skirt and removed her panties that were now soaked with her sweat and juices.

“What are you doing w-” she stuffed her moist panties into my mouth and sat down before I could spit it out. My face was slowly being crushed by her muscular, round ass that was encased in tight green fabric. I heard her typing away, fixing databases and whatever else and my entire world was just her ass. She would occasionally lift her cheek, or spread them further apart with her hands to offer me time to breathe, but all I could smell was her sex and the every growing scent of ass sweat — and weirdly, I was beginning to like it. My dick was rock hard the entire time, especially when she would rock back and forth, stretching the fabric of her skirt and burying me deeper in my sweaty prison.

“Ok, I’ve changed my mind. I want that tongue back in me,” she commanded.

She lifted herself and pulled her panties from my mouth as she slid me forward more. My face was red from being crushed under her body weight, but there was no reprieve for me. She lifted her skirt and sat her naked nether on top of my body. My nose was firmly acquainted with her pubes and my tongue began to dart in and out of her vagina. I was both upset and concerned at my growing enjoyment in the smells and tastes of her backside and pussy and I wondered if perhaps I had discovered a kink of mine. My tongued fixated on what I believed was a g-spot inside of her, and it sent her wild. I could hear her struggling to type as her legs quivered and euphoria began to resonate all through her body.

I felt her breathing quicken and tension grew all around my face as her ass cheeks tightened. She moaned wildly and loudly. Thankfully, with the office being empty, nobody heard her, because I was certain that even the highest floors would have heard that scream. Her hand grabbed my hair and pulled my face deeper into her. My mouth was engulfed by her wet pussy and my tongue danced around inside her. She wailed again as my mouth filled with her essence. She let go of my hand and took a moment to recover, leaving me to swallow her flavor.

I thought she would get up, but she didn’t. She slowly resumed coding and seemed to pretend I wasn’t there. She would occasionally shuffle her weight and allow me to breathe, but beyond that, I was starting to feel as though I truly was nothing but her chair — and I found that, exhilarating? Being completely owned, controlled and used by a gorgeous woman was exciting to me now, but so was the struggle? It was an interesting conundrum that I pondered deeply as my face sunk deeper and deeper into my Mistresses sweaty butt.

Wanting to please her further and perhaps even win her favor, I slowly slid my tongue back into her. She quivered and moaned gently but didn’t acknowledge me. I was so erect that it hurt — I don’t think I’d been this turned on in my entire life. I looked up at her, her dress bunched above her thighs, her huge breasts taking much of my vision. She leaned forward to study the code, allowing me to stick my tongue in deeper. My nose was nestled in her small, well-manicured bush and I began to passionately eat her out. I felt as though I was sloppily making out with her vagina as my lips slid around hers and my tongue dived as deep as it could. I could see her stomach heaving with every breath she took as they grew deeper and quicker.

“You are such a good chair, holy fuck!” she moaned, “I’m going to use you as one whenever I can Slave,”

I felt my cock instinctively tighten at her words. I could feel pre-cum dripping down my shaft. Her entire body was quivering, her breath was stuttered, and her fingers had migrated down to her pussy and I watched closely as they stroked her clitoris over and over again whilst my tongue passionately fucked her.

“Oh fuck, keep going slave!” she screamed as she shook the whole table.

Her vagina tightened around my tongue in pulsating waves as she almost aggressively ground her sex into my face.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she breathed,

“Mmmph,” I muttered in agreement.

She took a moment to gather herself before closing her thighs over my face, trapping me between the soft, fleshly skin of her beautiful legs. It felt like a warm pillow was being pressed on over my upper face, whilst my mouth was still vacuum sealed against her pussy. I waited in moist darkness for her next action as my nose was filled with her juices. Even minutes after her orgasm, I was still painfully erect.

“Y’know slave, I dunno if anyone’s told you this, but you are pretty impressive down there,” she finally spoke, “I’ll be sure to make use of that soon, but for now, the code is running. Time for your next task!” she mewed, standing up.

She was dripping from her vagina, and it fell onto my face as she stood. She laughed and wiped it off with a tissue. She circled me like a hawk, staring at her new possession with an expression that reminded me of adoration, mischievous and lust rolled into one cheeky look. She unbuckled my belt from the trolley and removed my tie, replacing the fabric leash with a leather one, in the form of my belt. She then unbound me entirely and let me stand.

“You have impressed me so far butt-boy,” she laughed, “If you keep at it, I might take you home and keep you,”

My cock stood almost instantly, she noticed.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you… Slave,” she mewed,

I nodded. She hummed in cheeky affirmation before pulling on my leash, making me drop to my hands and knees. Then she tied the other end of the leash to a table leg and using cables, bound my knees and ankles together. She got on all fours ahead of me, with the leash running down the middle of her body. There was no way I could back away and she had designed it that way. I was staring directly at her skirt-covered ass. Hoping to impress her, I shuffled forward and planted a kiss on her left ass cheek and then the right.

“You’re learning your place slave, good. Go one, show my ass how much you worship it,” she cooed, lifting her skirt.

I began to kiss her upper thigh, working my lips up, inch by inch. Spending extra time on the spot where her thighs and ass met. Something about that spot really got me going. I kept kissing until her entire left cheek was covered in my lip prints. She was moaning quietly, knowing that in less than an hour she had broken me down into her personal ass-kisser — no, she’d broken me down into her willingly obedient personal ass-kisser. I started on the other leg and kept kissing, adding some tongue here and there when I noticed droplets of her sweat. Though I hesitated when my lips began to near her ass crack.

Before, I had no choice. I was bound and blackmailed — that’s one thing, but willingly kissing a woman’s butthole? It felt different, and I wasn’t sure if I-

She backed her ass backwards and because of my tied leash, I couldn’t retract. I found myself face to face with her cute, puckered asshole. I stared at it for a moment, and she made no effort to make me do anything. It was as if she were waiting to see what I’d do. I stared at her asshole and suddenly had an overwhelming urge I couldn’t control. I felt my penis leaking onto the floor and I tensed up and inhaled deeply with my nose, sticking it right against her anus.

She giggled in surprise, “Damn, I wasn’t expecting that Slave. Do you like the smell of my asshole? Huh?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, unintentionally referring to her as my superior.

“And you’re calling me Mistress now? You are doing well to impress me, Slave, now keep sniffing my tight, sweaty asshole,”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied confidently, as though I’d found my place in this world.

I inhaled deeply, absorbing the scents of her rectum and sweat before plunging my nose into her hole and trying to breathe. All the air I inhaled was tainted with her stench, and I was going wild for it. I could no longer hold back. I planted a huge kiss on her puckered butthole and began passionately licking her crack as though It were ice cream melting in the sun. I licked every bead of sweat I could find and then buried my tongue inside her. She parted her cheeks with her hands, allowing me deeper passage into her and I moaned in excitement.

“Keep moaning, it feels good, slave. I am so sweaty and my ass needs a good cleaning,”

“Mmmph mphph,” I replied, not taking my tongue out of where it belonged.

I felt her begin to finger herself as she continued to push her ass back onto my face, which was kept in place by my leash. My nose was hurting from how hard I was pushing to get deeper inside. I felt as though I could cum just from worshiping her ass. Realizing she was nearing climax from my tongue alone, she swung her hand back and grabbed me by the back of my head and her other leaned on my leash, pulling me further into her.

I kept licking and kissing and licking as though my life depended on it. She whimpered a moan of pleasure as I explored her anus and I felt her butthole pucker around my tongue as though it were gripping it to stop it from ever leaving — I agreed. She bellowed out a scream that sent shivers down my spine as she reached euphoria and orgasmed. Her knees buckled, and she landed on the floor in a heap, pulling down on the belt and dragging my head with it. I found my face buried in her ass as she lay on the floor. Her skirt fell over my head. She reached back and pushed my head into her butt some more and let me sensually and lovingly kiss her butthole as though it were my girlfriend.

“I’m so taking you home,”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied from between her muscular, sweaty ass cheeks.

“You and my asshole are going to become so well acquainted; do you like the sound of that, Slave?”

“Mmmhmm!”

Another ping from the computer indicated to them that the code had finished. Reluctantly, Nola stood, pulling her skirt down, and she wobbled over to the desk — her legs still quivering from her explosive orgasm.

“Failure again, c’mere,” she beckoned, before realizing I was still bound.

She came over and untied my leash from the table and the cables around my legs.

“I know you don’t need to be tied up, but that gets me off, so sit on your chair,” she demanded,

I complied willingly and she cable-tied my hands to the armrests once again and wrapped the cables around my stomach. She smiled at her handy work as I shuffled and tried to escape.

“Are you ready to help me fix this code?” she asked, kneeling down in front of me.

“Yes, Mistress,”

She pulled my pants and underwear down, leaving me naked except for my leash. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it on the ground. She twirled around, letting me take in her beautiful body — her thick ass, gorgeous thighs and beautifully trimmed bush. Her nipples were poking through the fabric of her long-sleeve shirt but even with her top on, I could see that her breasts were exquisite. She hovered her body above my rock-hard cock, supporting herself on the armrests, and she slowly lowered herself onto my dick. The sensation was incredible as her tight, warm vagina swallowed my cock — I almost came on the spot.

“Take a seat,” she laughed, wiggling on me.

She wheeled us closer to the desk and did exactly as she said — she took a seat, me. She began to code furiously with my dick nestled inside of her beautiful sex. I could smell her perfume and feel her soft hair tickling my face. She just sat there with me inside her. If she felt me going flaccid, she would bounce a few times and gyrate her hips seductively and that would pep me up instantly. Her body was so warm, and she was right, something about me being bound made this infinitely more incredible. Every time she’d successfully test a chunk of code she’d cheer and passionately ride me for a few strokes, moaning seductively as she did.

I felt her stick her finger into her vagina, she turned and stuck that finger in my mouth, making me taste her as she gyrated on me. She smiled wickedly and returned to the programming.

“Mistress, have you tried-” I began,

“Shush!” she demanded, “You’ll speak when spoken to!”

She leaned over and picked up her panties and shoved them back into my open, waiting mouth.

“Much better, Slaves must learn their place,”

“Mmmph mm!”

As she coded and tried to bug fix, she continued to bounce on my dick, first slowly and methodically. I could feel every detail of her pussy as she slowly slid up and down on me. The sensation was intense and enticing. I so desperately wanted her to go faster, but she knew this would drive me crazy.

“You’ve got a nice dick, for a Slave.” she announced, “I’ll be sure to use to for my own pleasure. But just know butt-boy, serving me is about serving me. You’ll only get pleasure when I decide you deserve it.”

“Mmhmm!” I nodded, swallowing her essence.

“And today, you’ve impressed me,” she started riding me faster and faster.

The way her ass bounced off my thighs as she rode was incredibly hot. As each cheek slapped down on me and distributed her full weight on me, I felt my dick slide deep inside her.

“You’ve been a good little bitch. Obedient and eager, I’ve needed someone like you for a long time,” she moaned,

“Mmph mmph!”

“Someone who’ll suck my toes when they are dirty, or be my chair when I need to sit, someone who will totally and completely surrender to me. You will be my perfect slave,”

“Mmph!” I nodded in agreement.

She began fucking me with such passion and volition that I almost blew my load. I was trying so hard to last as long as possible, I didn’t want to disappoint. Somehow, she managed to finish the code whilst riding me and she ran it.

“Forty minutes till we find out,” she exclaimed.

She flipped her legs and was now riding me face-to-face. She pulled my gag out and removed her shirt. As she rode me, she grabbed my face and forced it into her chest. I was buried in her beautiful, shapely tits — surrounded by their sweaty warmth. I felt her arms wrap around my head and then squeeze tight, squashing her breasts into either side of my face. My air supply was cut off as she held my face between her boobs and continued to ride me. The desperation and suffocation were driving me wild for reasons I could not explain. Her bouncing was now at full speed, and she was moaning and groaning like a wild animal.

“Awh!” she cried “Cum inside me slave boy!”

“Mmmphphphpp!” I screamed from my fleshy entrapment.

I felt my toes curl with pleasure and a sensation of pure exaltation spread throughout my body. I screamed into her breasts as I came inside my Mistress. She forcefully guided my mouth onto her tit and made me suck. I flicked her firm nipple with my tongue, and she moaned as I filled her with my essence.

“I haven’t come yet Slave,” she cooed, standing up. “At least, not since last time.”

She flipped my chair onto its back and laid me on the ground still bound to it. I was on my back, staring up at her divine body. I could see my cum dripping from her sex as she kneeled on either side of my head.

“Let’s see how devoted you really are,” she moaned, dropping her vagina onto my face.

I lapped her up with glee and just licked and licked with no consideration to my actions. I was in the moment, and totally hers. I would do anything for her.

“Fuck you are eager, aren’t you?!”

“Mmmphhph!”

I kept licking, and I felt her thighs tightened around my head, locking my face in place as she shuddered with glee. My tongue ran laps of figure-eights around her labia, passing by her clitoris and in-and-out of her vagina. Still bound to the chair, I ate her pussy as though it gave me the promise of freedom — despite me wishing to stay like this forever. She twisted her body on top of me and was now facing down my body. My legs were vertical against the seat of the chair. My cock was flaccid and dripping on my stomach. She whimpered sensually as I tasted her g-spot and her hands slid down my body to my crotch. They clamped around my balls and she gently squeezed. I moaned into her, somehow finding pleasure in the pain.

“Oh, I love it when you moan into me,” she clenched again before letting go.

She leaned back, pushing all of her weight onto my face and lifting her feet, resting them on my crotch.

“Get ready to moan a lot, the better I feel, the less I’ll crush you,” she instructed,

She drove the ball of her foot into my balls, squashing them. I cried out beneath her, and she moaned in reciprocation. I shoved my tongue passionately into her vagina and the crushing increased in pain.

I screamed, “Mmmmph!”.

My words were muffled and lost inside the body of this absolute goddess who rode my unworthy face. I darted my tongue to her clitoris and resumed my figure-eight pattern. Her foot eased off, only lightly applying pressure. I could hear her whimper slightly with every labored breath she took.

“I’m not getting off until you get me off,” she exasperated,

“Mmmhmm!” I affirmed,

I pressed my lips against my tongue for stability and shook my tongue side to side as firmly as possible, ensuring I was flicking her clitoris with each oscillation.

“Holy fuck!” she cried, “you better drink this cum you fucking slut!”

Her thighs tensed, and her hands clamped down on my chest. I opened my mouth with anticipation, waiting for my goddess to bless me with her cum. It dripped into my mouth and I swallowed it as though it was my first water in days.

“How many times did you make me cum so far?” she mewed,

“I don’t know,” I muffled from below her. “A lot,”

“Mmm,” she moaned pleasurably.

“Oh, slave, the code worked!” she cheered, standing up in bewilderment,

“Er, great?” I didn’t want it to end.

“It’s alright Isaac, you can come home with me if you like, I’ll put you to work,” she smiled wickedly,

“I would love that.” he confirmed, “Mistress,”

“Wait, what’s this?” she asked,

“What?”

“Another database failure,” she grinned, “looks like we are gonna be here a while longer,”

“Yes!” I cheered unintentionally.

She smiled playfully,

“Jeez these office chairs are pretty uncomfortable, wouldn’t you say, slave?” she coyly asked,

“Oh yeah, horrible,”

“If only I had someone willing to sniff my asshole for a few hours,”

“It would be my pleasure Mistress,” I smiled, as I crawled to her and placed my head face-up on her chair.

Her naked muscular ass moved into view and began to descend onto my eager face…

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