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CEO Slut

Forcing my office slut Dominating the CEO Slut Putting her on her knees where she belongs. Begging for this middle management cock

It was Saturday, and I answered my private cell phone without looking at the caller ID. His voice sounded soft and silky, yet with a growl in my ear, and my brain turned to mush. My heart began to pound. A part of me did not want the fire his voice ignited to melt all the ice queen away.

“Hello, Dawn. Get your ass into the office. I’m working today but I’m really horny! I’m picturing you wearing heels and a short dress, no panties. Make it happen.”

The velvet rasp of his voice slid over me, both a demand and a caress. I felt a wave of juices slide out of my pussy coating my pussy lips. “Dawn.” He said her name softly, a clear warning. “My cock is throbbing! I am thinking about you sucking it, pulling it out of your mouth, and jerking it off where I spew cum all over your face”

“Was there a question in there anywhere?” I said as I fell back on bitch boss attitude because, really, just because he was a great fuck, I was still his boss.

“You have an hour.” Then the phone clicked as he hung up on me.

For such an unassuming man; that dominant masculinity was sending little quakes ricocheting through my pussy. Liquid hot arousal instantly soaked my panties.

My body melted as my entire feminine core throbbed in need. I knew I would do as he told me; I was addicted to him. He owned my pussy, me, and he knew it. Right then I needed his cock, his control, more than I needed to breathe.

I have no idea why, only that he is necessary to me. My mouth went dry, and I had to swallow a lump that had formed in my throat. I do not remember changing, driving to the company, or even getting into the building and up the elevator. When the elevator doors opened and I could see him through the wall of glass of the conference room.

I am shocked yet again at how his looks did not give a clue to the real man that I belonged to. Though not unattractive, he was not actively attractive either.

He looked like he was simply middle management of one of my company’s subsidiaries. I am a multimillionaire, one of the presidents of a company in the top 20, and CEO of another of the Fortune 500 of 2022.  And I looked exactly like my class standing would suggest.

Yet I walked straight up to him without a word. Heat emanated from his body as he stood from the chair around the conference table. Not stopping there, he pulled me up against his body. His hand slid up my back, to my neck, and cupped the back of my head. Pulling my hair into a bunch, with a casual strength, he pushed me to my knees. When he was looming over me, he said. “You know what to do.”

Just like that, a thrill went down my spine straight to my innermost core. A wave of pussy juices flowed out my opening, sliding down my inner thighs.

I drew in a breath sharply and turned my head, trying to look over my shoulder. But I knew it did not matter if anyone was there.

This CEO Slut was going to obey, doing exactly what he demanded of me.

I reached into his pants, grabbed his cock, and start sucking and jerking it rapidly. When he used my hair to control me and face fucked my throat I tickled his balls. Then, when he let me up for air, I begged for a facial to send him over the edge.

He pulled it out of my mouth and let it explode on my face. But then I clamp my mouth back around it, gently suckling it dry, until he stopped cumming, leaning back I locked eyes with him as he used a finger to wipe his cum from my face, and push his finger into my mouth for me to suck clean.

“Get cleaned up. You are getting us a room and I am going to give you the brutal fuck you deserve.” As I scrambled to my feet following him out the door of the conference room, I thanked god for belonging to that middle management man for making me a CEO Slut…