Doing Business (Wave and Shale)

[WaveVelour]

Trying to fill the seat of the company executive was no easy task, requiring a considerable amount of dedication and hardworking. Now that the former executive-the founder of the company-had retired, it was up to his well-educated daughter to take on the respective mantle. Especially during a time when the competition was quite fierce, the sensitive pursuit of running a successful business could be a difficult game to orchestrate. Given the diligent staff the renowned establishment was lucky to have though, it wouldn’t have been fair to say the CEO solely carried the entire company on her elegant shoulders. Perhaps she didn’t break a sweat as much as her hardworking personal in a literal sense, but a lot of things still required her attention. Documents to sign, reports to analyse and numbers to keep track of. Unlike some of the sly foxes in the industry, she wasn’t yet old enough to be willing to dedicate her entire life to business. The thirty two-year-old woman certainly had other sensations she highly desired.

While her life lacked an amorous relationship, she hardly had trouble satisfying her sensual needs. Under her fair skin, a passionate spirit dwelt, one that was easily influenced by subtle stimulations. The arrogant witch within her wished the world revolved around her, while her twisted side managed to find fun in others’ distress. Her inner demons didn’t reflect on her well-groomed visage, but her expressive eyes often hinted at the lust within her. Right now though, her half-closed eyes painted an unimpressed expression, staring blankly at the screen that was hung on the opposite end of the dimly lit conference room. Figures, tables and paragraphs of text; they had lost their meaning, regardless of how successfully the man before her presented them. At the large rectangular boardroom table, the CEO sat alone, waiting patiently to conclude another workday.

As more, rather uneventful, minutes passed, the CEO noticed the unsurprising fact that she had long begun to pay more attention to his employee rather than what he presented on the dull screen. Unassuming projector light to put the spotlight on him, it filled her mind with ideas that would make the evening infinitely less boring. Through her glasses, the boss gazed up and down at the man. She wasn’t a very talkative woman, but somewhat cold and demanding, for the sake of professionalism. Like usual, a formal outfit clad her shapely form. A white shirt on top didn’t offer a cleavage, but her skirt made a nice display of her long legs. Under the table, sheer tights hugged them and gave her shapely appendages a glossy finish, while her wide hips did justice to the spacious office chair they rested in.

“Mr. Gladstone?” Eventually, soothing voice of the woman interrupted the ongoing presentation. Taking her glasses off, Mercedes neatly put them onto the table. “I have no doubt your department is truly in good hands.” The woman complimented, suggesting that she actually didn’t need to see the rest of the slides. She swivelled her chair and leaned back. A polished index finger curled back and forth in a beckoning sign. Her lips remained neutral, but subtle hints of mischief were present in her eyes.

 

[Rustic]

Desmond had to impress her. This job meant everything, it meant his future. If he could just do well at this presentation, then maybe he could get a good position at this company. He was presenting to the CEO herself, the one person who could give her that promotion. He presented the numbers and all the research he had done, with confidence and a charismatic smile, anything to win her over.

Still, he felt like he wasn't doing too well. He had practiced it dozens of times, double checked every piece of information, but it looked like she was unimpressed, like she didn't care. She often presented herself in this manner, cold. So much so that people made their comments. "Talk about nepotism. I should bend her over the desk and show her where she really belongs in this company." Desmond was actually the one who stood up for her each time lewd comments were made. He respected her. She fit into this company as well as her figure fit into that skirt and blouse.

It seemed like she was paying attention again, but instead of staring at the graphs, she stared at him from feet to head. Like she was observing a peice of meat. This threw him off for a moment, when she cut into his presentation. But she said his department was in good hands. This gave him a pause, then a sense of pride, and made him realize that maybe he could get this promotion. He just had to find the courage to let her know he wanted it.

Something odd happened, she seemed to beckon for him to come closer. He raised an eyebrow, and looked out the massive wall of widows to the night cityscape. It was slightly raining, the car lights, street lamps and city life were warped by the lines of water on the window. It was a beauty, he realized, but he didn't have a chance to think about that. He first had to get over his nerves.

He turned off the projector, leaving the room in near darkness, save for a few lights on the trim of the ceiling, basking them in a soft glow. It was enough light, taking only moments to adjust. He made sure to flash his subtle charismatic smile as he walked over to her side of the conference table. He half-leaned, half-sat on the edge of it, fixing the lapel of his tailored suit.

He swallowed hard, trying his best to keep his cool, and not to think about his constant fantasies of the two of them, being alone in this very room. No, he had to be professional. He had to be assertive. He had to be a winner. "Ms Price, that position for regional manager, I think I would be the perfect candidate for it--"

 

[WaveVelour]

Impressing the picky CEO of the company, it certainly wasn’t the easiest challenge one could take up. It could be tempting though, considering the possible rewards. She admittedly didn’t mingle with her employees, instead preferred to keep them at arm’s length. Looking down on others, whether her position required it or not, she liked it. Other than the occasional rumours brought to her attention by her personal assistant, she was ignorant to the internal politics of her staff, didn’t really know much about who wished to bend her over which desk, or any other unlikely little fantasy that involved her for that matter. There were times she caught rather unprofessional gazes wandering around her form, unless too obvious however, she didn’t mind it that much as her haughty side enjoyed admiration.

Lights of the nearby buildings, faint glitter of the river that cut through the heart of the city, bridges and headlights of the cars that crossed them; wall to ceiling windows overlooked a thrilling view. The darker it got, the more pleasant it became really. More so for the staff perhaps, since it announced the close of another workday, that it was time to get their little butts into the company shuttles. At this point, they were long gone though, the parking lot mostly empty. “Did you have something else to do?” Mercedes asked as the man gazed out of the windows. It surely had been a long day. Still, especially in the middle of a meeting, she expected to have full attention of her team. In fact, she liked to take centre stage at all times.

Upon the killing of the projector lights, her fair complexion contrasted the newfound darkness that filled the room, her eyes dilating like a vampire to adjust to the dimmer environment. Said eyes watched the man walk around, come closer to her. The cunning smile flashed at her didn’t make the woman to wear one of her own. She did like ambition though, respected courage. And one needed to be a little bold to ask for a promotion. A handsome salary and additional perks, the desirable position in question had been on many people’s radar lately. “Noted.” Mercedes simply responded. Her attentive glances ran down his body, briefly checking the front of his trousers if this so-called ideal candidate was indeed equipped to cover a wide region as a regional manager should.

Slender digits grasped the armrests as the woman slowly raised her gifted hips from her seat, as she wasn’t very fond of tilting her head up to look at others. She rather enjoyed the opposite. Her high heels boosting her height, she stood upright before the man, keeping him between the table and, of course, her alluring frame. “Do you like this room?” Mercedes continued, raising one hand to hold the narrower end of Desmond’s tie. “We spared no expense furnishing it.” Pulling up the knot, she tightened his tie around his neck, pleasant scent of her perfume breezing across. “There comes you.” Once done, she lowered her hand, letting her sharp gaze pierce his eyes. “Choosing to sit on the table…” The orderly CEO voiced her concern, subtly questioning his apparent levity.

 

[Rustic]

He meant to speak, to say more, to list his qualifications. Yet her 'noted' seemed to shut everything down. His smile went away. He still wanted this job, to impress, yet she didn't seem interested. Though, perhaps it was simply her cold nature. That same nature that, for a reason he couldn't fathom, drew him to her. He swallowed hard, trying to figure out how to bring it up again, but knew if he did, he would seem unprofessional, desperate. No he needed to show strength. He said his part, all he could do was to show her he was right for the job. Words wouldn't do anything now.

Did her gaze just go down at his body? He must have seen it wrong. But when she got up and approached him, her faint perfume hitting his senses, mingling with his subtle cologne, he had to question it again. He couldn't help but watch her body, her perfect yet reserved breasts in her blouse, her hips swayed in her skirt.

Her slender fingers tightened his tie, just a little too tight, it made his breath hold. Her eyes pierced his own, and he stared back with as much edge.

He raised a subtle eyebrow to her comment. Was this her cold way of flirting? Or was he reading too much into it? Still, the air in the room had changed as soon as she approached him. Still with a desire to impress, he got up and off of the table. This inevitably brought him closer to her, their eyes battling for the high ground. He couldn't help but swallow.

"I'm sorry, Ms Price," he told her, trying his best to sound sincere. Though he couldn't understand why such concern for the tables edge. She was hard to read -- and he liked that. "It won't happen again."

 

[WaveVelour]

Film antagonists who actually turn out to be all loving and misunderstood at the end of the show, Mercedes wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t necessarily a villain, but her strict demeanour was not just a mask she wore either, but a personality trait she didn’t feel the need to hide. It was true that her presence could make a place more chilling, and she enjoyed witnessing her staff embrace this coldness in a respectful manner. So far, Desmond hadn’t done anything that would make her question the man’s loyalty. Honestly, she had only heard good things about him. However, that certainly didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy learning more about him.

The little warning about sitting on tables spared the furniture the burden of supporting the weight of an adult male, but brought the man closer to her at the same time. Mercedes didn’t step back, keeping her position instead, like she always did, really. Her dark eyelashes slowly brushing the air, she looked down to emphasize how close he stood to her. And her protruding chest made the distance only shorter. “May I remind you Mr Gladstone,” the woman started, “that I have a rather wide personal space?” She pointed out the immediate nearness of the two, although without taking a step that could have easily changed that.

For now, whether he actually could manage to impress his boss or not remained a mystery. However, she was curious, to say the least. About the ways she could break another workday’s monotony. With the help of a handsome partner perhaps, who preferably wouldn’t be afraid of the possible needs of her strict nature. Someone who was brave enough to comply with her demands, sometimes as dark as the very conference room that housed them. “It won’t happen again?” With one of her hands on her hip, Mercedes raised the other to once again hold the man’s tie. Even something as trivial as not leaning against the table could sometimes pose a challenge. And she had a way to test the man’s simple claim.

“Are you sure?” The woman squinted her eyes. Slowly, she raised one of her shapely legs, pressing her lovely knee against the promising package between Desmond’s legs. Pressing forward, she pushed him against the edge of the meeting table. “Isn’t it a bit hot,” Mercedes questioned, “to wear a jacket?” She asked. A simple request with an obvious implication, that the evening could take an unexpected turn quite soon.

 

[Rustic]

He breathed in and out slowly, as if doing anything else would take away from the moment. She was close, very close. She even pointed it out, as if implying it was too much. Yet she was the one who had him trapped. Maybe this was the game she was playing.

He would play it too, still unsure what the end goal was. He would test the waters. He said, in his smooth baritone voice, "you could simply take a step back, miss Price. But something tells me you don't want to."

The rain continued to pitter against the window, sirens could be heard passing, but then silence again as they sped off. It brought light to how alone they were.

"Am I sure?" he said in response, but before he could answer with something clever, she grabbed his tie again. His breath shortened. Women didn't usually have this this effect on him. He was suave around them. Not a player, but charming, always having the right thing to say. But right now, he was at a loss for words.

Then something far less subtle as he felt her knee pressing against his member, which started to harden instantly, straining against the fabric. If there was any uncertainty of where this night was heading, that was gone.

Trapped against the table, cornered like prey to a predator, he felt a rush. A simple comment, a request perhaps, and he didn't hesitate. He didn't want to go against her. He looked at her, his eyes steel, one eyebrow raised. He unbuttoned the jacket, took it off, folded it, and carefully placed it on the table next to him.

He looked back to her, curious if she could feel, even see his cock growing. Her touch, perfume and proximity feeding it's length. Wondering who would make the first move. Though he had an idea.

 

[WaveVelour]

Glad and stone, it appeared to be his member finally began to do justice to his last game, which begged the question, what would be the Price? The cost of consenting to his boss’ sexual company. Was he there for a possible reward, or was it the genuine thrill of such experience? Sometimes, one needn’t ask questions to seek an answer. Up and down, subtly brushing her knee against his manhood, Mercedes encouraged its growth. “Yes. Are you sure?” The woman repeated her question, this time however, it wasn’t really about sitting on tables or any other rule of etiquette. Perhaps a rhetorical inquiry since she believed the bump over his pants would hinder his departure.

Upon the realization of her wish, as he got rid of his jacket, her hand wandered behind his tie, fingers pinching and undoing a series of buttons on his shirt. Untucking the white garment out of his trousers, she kept unbuttoning the bottom part of it as well. Admittedly, not very gently as his shirt would end up having a few missing buttons in the end. And if the man had a significant someone who would be willing to investigate some missing buttons, she simply didn’t care. Inconvenient wives and girlfriends, Mercedes failed to see them as obstacles any taller than the pointy heels of her shoes. Similar to how she was confident her distinct allure could bypass any other loyalty that didn't involve her.

Both of her feet now on the floor, soft fingers slipped through the man’s open shirt, exploring the pleasant contour of his muscles to verify her suspicious regarding the apparent build of his athletic frame. Her hand slid farther down, until the belt around his waist stopped its steady advance. Hidden under the buckle, there was still one button to undo. Skipping it for now though, the woman placed her hand on his chest instead.

Although a neatly folded jacket lay next to him, Mercedes doubted that would be enough to cope up with the aforementioned hotness of the meeting room. He surely needed to take off more. Something she could help him with. “Lie back.” The woman ordered, pressing on his chest. She wasn’t that strong physically, but her strength didn’t come from sheer muscle power anyway. “I’ll handle the rest.” She suggested, eager to help him out of his pants, willing to investigate his qualifications. This time, not for his job, however. In a way, it could be considered part of his job, to please his supervisor, carry out her kindly wishes. Or more twisted ones.

 

[Rustic]

He tensed at her question, and found it curious. Was there irony in asking if he was sure he wouldn't lean against the table again, when she was the one to push him against it? Though the tone of her voice suggested it had nothing to do with tables anymore, but something more primal. Her leg rubbing up and down his steadily hardening member was also a clue.

Where he was structured and neat, leaving his jacket folded, she was ravenous, not even caring about the buttons of his shirt. So this was really happening. He and the object of his fantasies - - in fact the fantasy of most of the males (and perhaps some females) of the office. Though where most seemed to want her for her body and not her cold personality, he was drawn to both. Yet this wasn't about being above everyone. It wasn't something to gloat about, or to see as a conquest. It was like a gift that he wanted to savor, and keep to himself. A perfect moment.

She placed her hand on his chest, exposed. Her hand was cold to the touch. Slight hairs tickled as she rubbed his toned chest and abs. As it stoped at his belt he tried to will her hand to tear off his belt and pants, but she stopped. His cock throbed at the thought.

He had a half mind to take it off himself, to kiss her and tear off her blouse, to pin her on the wall. But something stopped him. It wasn't where this night was going. Something in the air, in her commanding voice, in her stare. This wasn't about them, this felt like it was about her. Her night. And that made it even more exciting.

At the press of her hand, he lay back on the very table she had scolded about, chest exposed, cock now fully hard and aching to break free, breath becoming short. He would prove his eagerness for this job, for this company, for her. Whatever it took.

She would do the rest. As he suspected, it was her night. He would have her, but on her terms. He wouldn't want it any other way.

 

[WaveVelour]

No actual magic accompanied the soft touch of her fingers, but they could feel quite magical at times. She was no goddess who could change water into wine, but oddly inviting influence of her stern presence could harden a man’s cock in no time. Of course, not every cock that sprang to attention before her could have the distinct honour of getting to know how she felt under her skirt and underneath her blouse.

It wouldn’t have been too far-fetched to say that climbing to the top of the nearest mountain could be easier than spreading the CEO’s shapely legs. Not necessarily because she was the most dazzling woman out there, or perhaps in the building even. Her assistant was younger, and for some, prettier as well. And it would have been a lot easier to sleep with the girl rather than trying to slip into Mercedes’ fancy knickers. However, that was why it would have also felt exponentially less satisfying in comparison.

“I’m still your boss.” The blonde executive felt the need to remind her top position in the hierarchy, in case the heated moments that were expected to be experienced in the murky conference room would overshadow it. From the sides of his waist, her hands ran inwards across his belt. “Which means,” The woman continued, “I must suggest you to address me properly.” Lashing of the separated ends of his belt, loosening of the button, sudden hiss of the zippers; they all occurred in a matter of seconds. She didn’t have second thoughts about dropping one of her employee’s pants. No hesitation hindered her hands. Tucking her fingers into the sides of the garment, she yanked it down his legs, swiftly pulling it off his feet. And his underwear with it as well.

Upon freeing Desmond’s manhood from its captivity, she allowed his already stiff organ to salute her, like an obedient officer who stood at attention. Not intended to give the command ‘at ease,’ she gazed down at him. Her fingers closed around the shaft as Mercedes assessed the promising competence of the member in her grasp. “Not bad.” Sliding her digits up, she let them slip off his cock. Although it was she who ordered him to lie back, she didn’t intend to have him lounging for long.

“Up.” A sharp command came out of her tender lips. Holding the backrest of the nearest chair, she dragged it with her. As she strode to the front side of the room, the chair rolled on its little wheels, following the gifted hips that led the way. There was already a chair for the speaker there, but it wasn’t large enough, and the picky blonde liked it big. A nice cityscape behind her, Mercedes-source of another pleasant view-sat down. While her coy rear rested on the seat, she didn’t offer the same comfort to her partner. Instead, her index finger moved twice, pointing at the floor.

 

[Rustic]

She told him his place, that she was on top. As if that statement was meant to quell any desire in him to grab her and fuck her brains out. He didn't dare. He knew his place. But she continue with her words, and her hands, as they began to undo his belt, button, and tear off his pants. He nodded at her statement, "yes, Miss Price." It felt right to say that, to feel that distance. If he were to call her Mercedes, or some pet name, or something dirty like a slut, the dynamic would change. It wouldn't be about just this night. Just about her.

His lengthy cock bounced into the air, feeling the freeing rush of air on his sensitive head. It still throbbed intensely, but at least it wasn't constrained. He couldn't help but let out a little gasp as her slender cold fingers grasped his cock. He closed his eyes, hoping to feel her glide them over his head -- and she did -- he groaned as it slid over his head -- but then left his cock. His eyes turned to hers, ready to plead for her touch again, but he held back.

As she commanded, he slid off the table and stood up. Shirt still unbuttoned and exposing his hard abs, it was all he was wearing at this point. The only thing harder than his abs was his cock pointed straight at his boss, who sat in a chair in front of the view. Could anybody see them here? See him standing there almost entirely naked? Even though he knew most were gone from adjacent buildings, and the ground was too far to see in, the thrill of it raced through his mind and body.

She pointed to the ground, and he raised an eyebrow. What did she want of him? He walked a few steps towards her, and put his two knees on the ground. Looking up to her, he waited to see if he did right.

What was she up to? Where was this night headed?

 

[WaveVelour]

Was someone speeding down the road? How many new lights were turned on in the nearby buildings? Was the rain gaining strength, who gazed out of a distant window? Could the travellers manage to take the fancy photographs of the city they wanted? Or how much light the tinted windows of the room let out? Such random thoughts shouldn’t concern Mercedes’ current plaything as what he should really centre upon sat before him in all her glory.

Losing his pants to his boss didn’t seem to bother the young man. If anything, she must have done his thick member a favour by releasing it from its confinement. Apparent hardness of the said rod gave the woman unmistakable clues about his interest. She was hardly a modest woman, who didn’t doubt the appeal of her form, how strong of an influence she could trigger in others.

Liddy eyes of the woman went down with the man before her. The office chair became her throne as she was willing to take control, eager to practise her authority in other aspects than only work. She didn’t offer a nod in confirmation when Desmond sank to his knees as he was told. The CEO was a difficult woman, who wouldn’t thank him for doing good, but scold him for the opposite. Guilty of haughtiness, she enjoyed watching others follow her commands, witnessing the symptoms of her influence. In this case, it was a hard cock, which she would take as a compliment for her charm.

“Are you always this excited around me Mr Gladstone?” Mercedes questioned. Right now, she didn’t know whether she had an unique effect on the man, or he welcomed the tempting sight of any appealing blonde with the same level of yearning. Her hands went down as she held the sides of her skirt. Pulling the short garment down, she folded one leg over the other, choosing not to give a hint about the colour of her undergarment, for now. Her thighs brushed against each other. Given the gifted hips they had to support, they were relatively thick, wider than her high-school years at least. Despite an orderly exercise routine, owning a shapely pair of hips was perhaps an inevitable consequence of sitting at the fancy table in her office for long periods of time. Given the important position she filled in the company, it suited her however.

Her upper leg slightly kicking up and down, pointy heels of her stilettos pierced through the air. City lights bounced off her black, closed toe heels. The woman imprisoned the man within her cold glance. All the ways she could use him for her own pleasure crossed her mind, how she could make use of his athletic body and, of course, his unquestioned servitude, so to speak.

The day was over, but the night was still young, prone to lust. After a moment of silence, the woman continued. “Kiss my shoes.” The assertive blonde ordered, her clear voice coming out both casual and intense.

 

[Rustic]

She asked if he was always this excited around her. Well perhaps not with a hard cock, or at least not fully hard. However whenever they were alone together, and she looked at him with steely eyes and gave him an order... Well it was hard to stay calm. The fact that such a commanding and beautiful woman was telling him what to do, it drove him wild. "Yes, miss Price, you've always excited me."

They stayed in silence, him nearly naked with a hard cock, bobbing with the occasional twitch. He stared at her, slightly silhouetted by the view behind her. Her wide hips, her lips, her breast, her legs, he couldn't help by admire her with his eyes. He hoped to see her panties, that wonderful place in between, but she kept it closed. There were many women in this office who were hot, perhaps some would argue hotter than Miss Price, but Desmond felt it was always more than looks. It was who she was that he was drawn to. That's what she had over every woman in this office.

He began to feel exposed, as she said nothing, as he was there on display for her. The excitement kept his cock hard, but the embarrassment kept his heart racing.

Then she asked him to kiss her shoes. He raised an eyebrow. Shoes? What was this? Sounded like bdsm play, or extreme subservience in a movie, where the queen asks a servant to kiss her shoe as a sign of being beneath her. "Miss Price?" he said as if unsure of the command.

However the sensuality of her high heels, the beauty of her leg, drew him in like a moth to the flame. With little hesitation he did as she commanded. He wanted to impress her, and her commands always excited him. He wanted to do nothing more than to serve.

So he leaned forward, and gently kissed the front tip of her black heels, lingering.

 

[WaveVelour]

A smart response, from someone who knew the game. The easiest way to excite the conceited CEO was perhaps to confess the excitement she created in the first place. Like any other women, Mercedes wasn’t immune to flattery. If Desmond didn’t shy away from acknowledging his boss’ absolute superiority, kept being such a gentleman, it could indeed be a night to remember. However, Mercedes would make no promises about being gentle herself. She rather intended to distress him in a game of domination, in which she would be wearing the crown of power.

“Have I not been clear enough?” Mercedes stared down. She didn’t like repeating herself, so wouldn’t give the same order twice. Thankfully, she didn’t need to either as her partner found his way to her feet. From the leather that surrounded her feet, a wave of excitement spread across her body. Subtle kisses planted on the tip of her shoes would be the man's signature under an undisclosed contract of servitude, that he would be a company asset for the next few hours, who was expected to serve only one person.

Owning a position of power in the industry, it wasn’t surprising Mercedes was surrounded by a bunch of unassuming bootlickers. When it lacked authenticity however, such obsequious tendencies weren’t as fun. Time would tell if Desmond’s supposed admiration for his boss was in fact genuine and not merely fuelled by the possibility of a tempting promotion. Although the stiffness of his member did tell the woman a thing or two about the sincerity of his services, it alone wasn’t enough to earn the CEO’s verification.

The leg that was folder over the other began to rise up, elegantly erecting like a most tender monument, moving slowly as if it was too fragile to shift swiftly. Bending it, Mercedes stretched her leg out, towards the wall in the opposite side of the dim meeting room. Wrapped in nylon like a gift to mankind, the sheer fabric that coated her shapely legs distorted the light, making them subtly shine in contrast to shadows. She could keep it up herself, for a while at least. However, kindly support of a gentleman was surely welcome.

“Continue.” The woman talked. Although it felt good to have someone to polish her shoes, a few kisses on them wouldn’t give her the physical stimulation she required. “From my ankle to my knee.” The blonde expanded upon her last demand, if he could stop himself from exploring further that is. She too was willing to do an exploration of her own soon, eager to test how his solid rod would hold out against her perversion, even curious if Desmond’s hefty tool could compete against a toy she might attach to a harness around her waist.

 

[Rustic]

Clearly she was not one to be questioned. Even a simple surprise comment, landed him with a sharp response. He would try to not do that again.

As he kissed the shoe, with the smell of leather and perfume, he realized that he was in for some surprises. What they might be, he hadn't a clue. He had never done anything remotely like this. It reminded him of bdsm play, though it's not like she was tying him down or bringing out a whip - - at least not yet.

He wanted to impress her sure, but something else was driving him. As he followed her orders and moved up to her calf, his heart raced at being able to kiss her skin, even if covered in sheer panty hose - - or perhaps moreso because of it. The though of worshipping her shoe, and now her calf to her beautiful legs, it excited him.

It confirmed something that had been hidden deep inside that he refused to beleive. Because in a dog eat dog world one needed to be tough, strong and dominant. He had been like that with his women as well as a result. But he realized he really had a subservient side... He was a sub. And this turn of events, it was brining out of him.

That and the fact that it was being submissive to the one perfect woman in this whole office. The only woman he really wanted. The bud of his fantasies -- and even in this small act his fantasies were being surpassed.

He moved on to her knee, savoring every kiss, breathing in her scent, feeling the nylon on his cheeks and lips. Holding her calf gently in his hands like a fragile gift from the Gods - - or goddess in this instance.

His cock grew only harder as he stopped at her knee, planting kisses, never wanting to stop, as his eyes looked up to her - - seeking permission to continue upwards.

 

[WaveVelour]

Certainly hard-to-get, notoriously hard to impress, still, the delicate blonde was not immune to stimulation. Especially when she herself gave the instructions to her satisfaction. One still needed to work hard to unlock her soft thighs, to earn a golden ticket into her floral sanctuary. As she instructed, her lifted leg welcomed the soothing touch of a pair of lips. The skin one had to cover got more generous as one moved towards her thighs. Although she needn’t look down to know the whereabouts of the man’s mouth, Mercedes still watched him from above, allowed him to appreciate the texture and feel of her sheer tights. Many must have checked the tempting view of her legs when she wore a skirt, admired the shape of her hips when she wore trousers. However, only a select few had the honour of getting to know how said features felt. In this case, it was Desmond who was selected to fulfil Mercedes’ desires.

Gentle treatment of her shapely appendage didn’t fail to rouse an excitement between the blonde’s soft thighs. Giving the activity between the man’s own legs, Desmond didn’t seem to mind following her commands either. He did a good job wondering his lips across her leg, actually making the woman eager for more. Her other leg surely deserved the same level of attention. In fact, rest of her body did as well. Gentle fingers sinking into her calf, a crude thud contrasted the silent kisses that moisturized her nylon hosiery. She was now missing a shoe as it slid out of her raised foot and landed on the floor.

When the savoury kisses stopped at her knee, Mercedes met the eyes that announced the realization of her last command. “Do you like it Mr Gladstone?” She asked. “Do you enjoy kissing my legs?” Her foot curled down over the man’s shoulder, slowly gliding down her muscular upper body. It was a question, alright. However one that didn’t require an answer. Instead of waiting for one, the CEO gave another command. “Down.” For a little encouragement, she pressed her foot on his chest, pushing him on his back. The floor was cold. It didn’t offer much comfort, but the woman could compensate for that.

As she uncrossed her legs, and put her feet on the ground, her knees didn’t remain connected. Her skirt stretched between them. Too bad the room was too dark to illuminate what was flashed under her skirt. Her blouse offered a more tempting view of her chest when the woman leaned down to wear her missing shoe. It was a selfish request really, to tell him to lie on the floor, since she wouldn’t like to do it herself, wouldn’t like to rest her hips on the cold floor. When she had someone to act as a rug for her however, she didn’t need to anyway.

Sharp eyes found the man. “Draw your hands near your head.” She asked of him.

 

[Rustic]

He looked at her, hoping for more, lips still on the side of her knee, tasting sheer nylon. He barely left contact when he managed to say, "I love kissing your legs, Miss Price," he told her enthusiastically, proceeding to press his lips to it again. He left the action when she slid her now bare foot on his shoulder and onto his bare chest. She gave him the order, and pressed her wonderful foot against his chest.

He looked back, and dared not hesitate, to not ruin what was the start of a beautiful evening. So he leaned back onto the floor. Luckily his shirt was still on, taking most of the cold from the floor. However his exposed toned ass and legs were completely bare, thanks to her teasing hands a moment ago on the table. So the cold touched with a slight jolt on those parts. The hardness of the floor rested on the back of his head. He looked back to her.

His heart raced as her legs spread, but his mind cursed when it was too dark to see. Yet he was rewarded with a view of her chest, even something as simple as that drove him wild. Why was this so arousing? She wasn't even naked, yet her attitude alone, and perhaps the fact that she wasn't naked while he was completely exposed, was what he found so exhilarating. As if to confirm this, his cock stood straight up, pointing to the ceiling.

She told him to draw his hands near his head -- so he did. He looked at her, curious what she had in mind. The mystery adding to the excitement.

 

[WaveVelour]

Too close he could touch. Yet, at the same time, too distant he could only dream of feeling the gentle features of the woman’s body. It really depended on the words that would come out of Mercedes’ lips as she was to dictate when, how or if her partner could have the pleasure of appreciating the beauty of her form. And she did enjoy tantalizing her victims. “Is that so?” Mercedes responded to the man’s confession. “Maybe I could let you have them again.” She eyed the rigid cock that stood quite firm in front of her. Following her command, he had already lain down. His member stood up, however, undoubtedly awaiting the attention of its new owner. Yes, Mercedes intended to claim him, take ownerships of his manhood, use it however she liked.

Tugging at her skirt, the woman stood up. No longer having a pleasant pair of hips to support, the office chair swivelled about, its backrest not obscuring the stunning view of the city as much. A faint melody of little beeps breezed in the dark conference room as the woman lifted the cordless phone on the table from its deck. Polished fingers tapped the soft little buttons as the blonde executive dialled a four-digit number, which belonged to her assistant. The poor girl was not allowed to leave the building before Mercedes did. A busy little beaver. She worked quite hard to prove herself, like everyone else, chasing a career.

The phone in her gentle grasp, Mercedes returned to her plaything. The current one, so to speak. The phone rang only a few times before a vivacious voice answered the call. “You’re still in the office, good.” Her heels clicked in the room as she neared Desmond. Her eyes pinned him down, while her ear was lent to her assistant. “No… Yes… You may…” Shapely legs shoulder width apart, pointy heels pressing on the floor near either side of his chest, she towered above the man. If one were to gaze up and follow her glossy tights to her waist, one could catch a glimpse of black lace through the sheer fabric of the legwear.

“Audrey, I need you to bring me that bag in my office.” The woman continued. “Below the desk. Search the mess?” There wasn’t any bag under her desk. And certainly, her well-organized office room was anything but messy. Her assistant however, would understand the hidden meaning behind her spontaneously uttered instructions.

Finally ending the call, she stared down at the man. “Looking up my skirt?” Mercedes questioned. She lowered herself down, sitting on his chest. Her knees pressed on his arms, to immobilize them to an extent. “That would be incredibly rude, don’t you think?” She suggested, even though she was willing to offer him another look of her undergarment, only closer than the last.

 

[Rustic]

He bit his lip at the thought of being able to kiss her legs again. The feel on his lips, the enjoyment of worship. This game was getting interesting. He still had a half mind to grab her and pull her down to him, to press his lips on hers, to glide his cock close to her pussy, to tease and then ravish her. But no, he closed his eyes and breathed out for a quick moment. He opened them again, now with calm resolve -- he would let her play the night out. He would quell his desires, because he had a suspicion that if he acted like he did with most other women -- taking lead -- it would end the night and end his fantasy of being with the Mercedes Price.

He breathed out again, and noticed that she was on the phone with -- who he could only assume was her assistant with the words she chose. Why? Was she so distracted, so uninterested in the night that she had other things on her mind? Or perhaps, she was simply talented at multi-tasking. Either way, those thoughts disappeared as he was soon distracted by the view, as she lingered near over his head. He couldn't help but look up and see the black lace of her panties. He swallowed hard, as she ended the call and also called him out for looking up.

She sat on his chest, pinning his arms, her ass and wide hips impossibly close, yet so far away. "I'm sorry Miss Price, it was simply too hard to resist," he told her, with a drop of a smug tone to it, unsure of how she would react to it -- still unsure where the night was heading.

 

[WaveVelour]

Urgent or less essential, general or more personal, to better attend to her supervisor’s needs, Audrey’s desk was just outside her boss’ office, which was, of course, on the top floor, above everyone else. Mercedes surely liked being on top, as the man who lay under her now could attest. Several floors above her, cued by the acronym she was told over the phone, the woman’s lovely assistant wandered around in Mercedes’ office, to retrieve what was asked of her. She was a dynamic young lady, Audrey. The queen of errands, so to speak. Practical and swift when needed.

The lifts in the building, on the other hand, didn’t move that quickly between the floors.

Slender fingers closed around the man’s wrists as Mercedes slightly adjusted her position atop him. She could no longer see his cock, how it reflected Desmond’s admiration for her. Instead, his eyes would do the job as the assertive CEO pierced them with her gaze. She, of course, didn’t mind him looking up her skirt. In this case, it was hardly a crime. In fact, she would have been disappointed if he hadn’t. “Too hard to resist?” The woman repeated. Her rear slowly rose above his muscular chest as the lady in charge stood on her knees. The bottom of her skirt brushed her thighs as Mercedes unhurriedly pulled it up, which revealed a delicate floral pattern. Trimmed with lace, the black undergarment hugged her nicely within the sheer envelope of her tights.

Holding her skirt up, Mercedes kept herself exposed, testing if it could indeed be quite challenging not to look at her sometimes. Her eyes briefly shifted over to the phone that lay somewhere nearby. “How long do you think it would take for my assistant to get her little arse over here?” As she let go of her skirt, the garment dropped to curtain her bottom again. Instead, she grasped his wrists, drawing herself closer to him. “So that I would get up and open the door?” Squinted eyes of the woman hinted at mischief, her knees now near his head, and her breasts hanging firm above him.

Obeying the command that came from the top floor, the lift cabin proceed to travel up. Gifted hips of the CEO, however, began to move down. “Not in a matter of seconds, I suppose.” Mercedes sat on his face. Through two layers of fabric, her sex oppressed him in a not-so-unpleasant way. Keeping him between her soft thighs, she imposed another world upon him under her skirt. It was tender compared to the weary business world, but could be just as suffocating.

And, the lifts in the building didn’t move that quickly between the floors.

 

[Rustic]

Her assistant? Coming here? What was she up to? Was this some strange three-way she had planned? Or was the assistant supposed to help in some other manner? Or to get something, if he pieced together the conversation? He wasn't sure, but regardless, it just added to the curiosity, to the excitement - - except for the fact that the assistant might get a glimpse of this situation. Boss on top of her near naked employee, rock hard cock bouncing. Not that he was ashamed of his body by any means, he worked out and knew he had a sizable member. But still, he felt exposed if the assistant were to walk in.

His heart raced as she lifter herself, dangling the view over him, like a steak to a dog. Her breasts, still contained in that blouse, were able to drive him wild regardless. How he craved to remove that blouse, or the stockings and panties, to place his tongue deep within her. To lick between her ass. To suck on her breasts. To worship it all.

Still, heaven came as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes looking into his eyes. Certainly she could see his uncontrollable desire, as he breathed in gently, taking in her scent.

Then material and lace pressed against his face, his nose settling in where it could. The material pressed it down, and he felt her weight on him on his nose, mouth, and cheeks. Flesh wrapped around him. Ass and pussy, covered in material, as close as one could get without getting naked. He couldn't breath, but if his choice was air or her on top of him like this, she would win.

 

[WaveVelour]

Not that he was very overtalkative to begin with, but the room became quieter when her bottom curtained the man’s face. On the other hand, sometimes, the act itself could make her quite noisy, depending on the skilfulness of the victim of her shapely hips. One’s facial features wouldn’t make a most comfortable seat surface, but sometimes, a little discomfort could feel quite pleasant. She could feel his nose poking her, his cheeks brushing and his lips sticking. Mixed with lust, the woman let the faint smell of nylon overwhelm his senses, allowed him to wear her bottom like a gracious mask. It might have been very well the warmest spot in the dull meeting room, the space between her legs. It could heat him up while he lay across the cold floor.

“Do you have what it takes to handle me?” Mercedes let the question linger. While she sat on his face, he wouldn’t be doing any talking as her oppressive bottom half would drown any words, but hers. Her waist danced in subtle sways. Thin fabric of her hosiery slid smoothly over his face as the delicate flower between her legs scanned his features. Her breath deepened, warm air exhaling audibly from her parted mouth. “Are you brave enough?” Reaching down, both of the woman’s hands held the top of his head. A rougher sway of her hips swept his face harder. Her soft skin covered the elements of his face.

Resourceful and highly independent, she was a confident woman. Guilty of arrogance, the woman believed she could take anyone’s breath away, if she wanted to. This was an easy way of doing so. She didn’t play lightly either, covering his entire face while she straddled him, not much breathing room between her legs. Keeping his head in place, Mercedes pushed herself down. The queen sat on her newfound throne as if she would never leave it. Her lovely rear and delicate flower bullied Desmond, embracing the man firmly to form the tender boundaries of a cage in which even air was uninvited. For the moment, she made herself his whole world. And in this captivating province, seconds could feel like minutes.

In about half a minute, or half an hour for that matter, two gentle knocks announced Audrey’s arrival. Mercedes tilted her head up to look at the door, but didn’t leave her throne. Her hips remained in place, over his face. Two additional knocks were heard. They too failed to loosen Desmond’s nylon prison. It turned her on, holding the key to his freedom.

“She came earlier than I had expected.” Her sex rubbed against him another time as the woman finally got to her feet, heading to the door. “Don’t go anywhere.”

 

[Rustic]

As the same air remained trapped in his lungs, the the heat of her heavenly flesh began to comfort him. He wanted to breath in and smell her scent, but air wasn't something he had access to. It felt like he was becoming a part of her, or at the very least he was being used by her.

She seemed to move, material rubbing against his skin. If the nylon weren't so smooth it would have roughed up his face. It was as if she were trying to find pleasure, but she was just toying with him, he assumed. As she shifted, he was able to gain a moment of breath, but only part of one. It was saturated with her scent, which just drove him wild.

He wanted to tell her yes, but surely she knew he wasn't in any literal position to speak. He did manage to mumble a moment, trying to say "yes miss price", but it came out as nothing but sounds.

Then she really pressed down. The weight was intense. He doubted she was very heavy herself, but focus all one's weight onto someone's head, especially one without anything but the cold hard floor on the back of his head - - he could really feel it.

He truly was losing breath now. His lungs burnt from never getting a full gasp in from her rhythms. He wanted to thrash side to side, to push her off - - but again his desire for her overcame his basic need for air, for living.

He began to see stars, when someone knocked. Thank goodness, he would be able to breath - - but she didn't get up. He was practically begging, but found it so hot that she wasn't moving or caring for his well being. The more his lungs burned, the more his cock became rigid.

Another knock. He was pleading in his mind. Push her off, turn your head and move, do something! But he stayed there, immobile, just as she.

Then another knock, he was ready to give up, to push her off which might ruin the night. He might not seem "brave enough" or "have what it takes to handle her". No this was like a deadly yet arousing test.

Then she got up.

Desmond gasped for air. Almost coughing from the rush of it. He turned his head to the side, trying to follow her orders to not go anywhere. He breathed in and out heavy, listening, waiting to see what was coming next - - as the stars began to dissipate.

 

[WaveVelour]

Neglecting the distressed gasps behind her, Mercedes walked to the door. Her heels clicked in the meeting room. Given how long she straddled him, probably slower than the man’s heartbeats. He did good, she thought. Becoming a stark pillow to a woman’s hips, whether it was his first time or not, training could make him better regardless. His face was now perhaps Mercedes-free, but it could be very well burdened to support her another time on the advancing hours. After all, she hadn’t asked him if she was bold enough just for the sake of it. Serving her in such a sensual manner required that he let go of some of his values and gave in to his boss’ wishes.

As the door was cracked open, it was indeed her assistant’s charming visage what welcomed the blonde executive. Her hands in front of her, the girl held the short handle of a bag. A container of wonders, or to some, instruments of peril. “I heard it perfectly fine the first time you knocked at the door.” Mercedes complained about the extra knocks she deemed unnecessary, which earned the woman an apologetic nod. One of her arms extended out, seeking to claim the bag.

“Also, Mr Marlowe called. Asks to rearrange…” Audrey began to explain, making time to inform Mercedes on some business matters. Until she was hushed rather quickly, at least.

“I’m rather busy right now, Audrey.” She was technically still in the middle of a meeting. Only, it was no longer about business affairs, but her own desires. To make her point, Mercedes opened the door wider, giving her assistant a better glimpse of the scenery. To her unadjusted eyes, it was difficult for the girl to identify the man on the floor.

“Of course.” The CEO’s assistant handed the bag. Her eyes briefly investigated the rigid flagpole that stood proudly in the room. It was another mystery solved for the girl, size of Desmond’s cock. All things considered, Mercedes’ lovely assistant was rather casual about the situation. She knew about her boss’ affairs, and learnt not to question them. Her gaze shifted over to the woman. “Ms Price, if you need my help with anything else, I’ll be upstairs for a little longer.” She kindly suggested, although Mercedes had allowed her to leave over the phone already.

“Oh, he wishes…” Mercedes slowly proceed to close the door.

“Have a good evening, Mr Gladstone.” Yes, she couldn’t see him very well. However, she didn’t really need to. Keeping track of her boss’ meetings was part of her job, and the names attached to them as well.

Her heels clicked towards the man as the blonde soon stood near Desmond. One of her feet nudged his bare legs. “Shirt off.” The woman asked. “Tie off.” Intended to give him another one, she continued. The bag in her hand dropped down, its contents rattling inside. It thankfully missed Desmond’s upright member, instead perching on his thighs just below it. “Put it on the table.” She instructed.

 

[Rustic]

As his face felt naked without the warmth of Miss price, he caught his breath. All he could do was wait as his heart was calming itself. She walked over, the clicks of her heels were representative of her power over him, so they drove him wild. He turned his head, but it was dark and hard to make out.

She talked to her assistant. Desmond felt beyond exposed. Not only was he naked and laid out like a meal ready for Miss Price to consume, but now her assistant knew what was happening. Strangely, she acted calm about it all, as if this was a regular occurrence for miss price. How many men had she been with in the office?

When she said 'oh he wishes' ... The thought did pass his mind. Audrey was beautiful and young, but still, he was perfectly happy just having this moment with Miss Price. Though, no man would refuse having another beautiful woman. He almost chuckled under his breath at the thought, but accepted it wasn't where the night was headed.

Then she called out his name. "Goodnight Audrey," he responded, almost amused in the situation.

His cock, although finding this arousing, was beginning to soften a touch. Not by any noticeable means, as it still looked stiff enough to hold a flag, but he could feel it pulse less so. To be honest, despite little stimulation of any senses, he was surprised how hard it was staying at just the though of the night and the linger of her sex.

As she walked over, like a queen towering over her subject, she gave him a command. He quickly pulled at his tie and took off his shirt. He grunted at the bag that fell onto him.

What was in the bag? Something bdsm related, he assumed? But what he had no idea. His experience didn't go beyond pop culture. He could only assume some handcuffs and a whip, but he wasn't sure. Or maybe just sex toys? A costume?

He stood and placed it onto the table as instructed. As he stood there, cock straight to the table, completely naked - - she completely clothed, he really felt the power dynamic shifted away from him. He swallowed hard at the thought of it.

If this was any indication of where the night was headed, he could only imagine what she wanted next.

 

[WaveVelour]

The simple pleasure of watching others follow her instructions, it stimulated the conceited CEO’s senses. While he was already practically naked, watching him remove his open shirt was of course no big deal. Similar to how lifting a bag up must have been a trivial task for someone of his build. No, it was really about giving him orders, seeing him follow them without a question. That was how Mercedes liked them, her partners. Helpless against her will, but not without ambition or excitement. And she hoped her presence didn’t fail to excite him, expected he was brave enough. Not to fight, but to surrender as sometimes it required more courage.

While her newfound plaything carried out her latest demands, Mercedes stood a few feet away from his naked frame. Nothing to cover his rather fit-looking body, Desmond looked quite inviting. Especially when he gracefully uttered her name, ‘Yes Miss Price.’ Sometimes, even listening to such simple phrases could make the moment quite enchanting. However, it could have been equally easy to disturb it by singing a different name.

A little charmer, Audrey was. Even when she didn’t try it, she could turn many heads. A snug body blessed with a cute visage. Perhaps it was the allure of youth, or the illusion of innocence. She was indeed an admirable flower in business world who embellished the office. “Have a good evening.” Mercedes spoke. A rather not-so-successful imitation of her assistant’s voice, exaggeratedly high-pitched. It admittedly sounded funny when it came out of Mercedes. “Maybe I should talk with my assistant about distracting my staff.” The woman implied, her sharp gaze wondering on Desmond. “Yes. A small lesson on how not to interrupt my meetings.” The assertive executive squinted her cold eyes. “And a harsh one at that.” A step taken forward drew her closer to the man. “Maybe I should bend the little good-evening-Audrey over my desk. To teach her a little lesson, of course.” As Desmond might soon find out, Mercedes could be quite a competent teacher when needed. “Until she feels the bitter consequences of her little attitude on her cute lil’bum?” The woman kept talking about the ways she could punish her lovely assistant. All because she had managed to pierce through her undisputed influence in the meeting room, for she had made her boss hear a different name from the man’s lips, her own.

Dominant hand of the woman moved in a blur as she quickly grabbed Desmond’s cock. Softness of her fingers didn’t take away from the firmness of her grip. Her digits coiled his shaft. “Until she’s all sore.” They began to move back and forth as the woman rubbed the stiff rod in her gracious grasp. Her stockings ripped, her little panties pulled down, Audrey over her desk, crying apology after apology. It would have made quite a view. One could have pitied the poor girl. Or wondered why she was so moist.

A faint smirk blossomed across the CEO’s painted lips, subtly confirming that she was, of course, not serious. “Do you think you would’ve enjoyed that?” Mercedes asked. “If I had her little bum over my desk for a proper lesson?” The answer was already in her hand though as her fingers kept sliding on the man’s member, measuring its excitement.

“That being said…” The blonde let her fingers slip away from Desmond’s rod. “I don’t remember saying you could stand up.” One of her feet tapped on the floor twice, signalling him where he belonged. At least for now. “Would you mind waiting on your knees?” The fingers that used to explore the texture of Desmond’s manhood rose up to the woman’s chest. “Wait for me to undo…” Two of her digits pinched the topmost button of her blouse, twisting and massaging it. “…to undo my bag?” Her hand soon drifted away from her top.