Executive Toy by Suzzie Spears

Have you ever lusted after a work colleague? Well this guy does and he's in for a big surprise. The woman he's been lusting after for months, is going to show him who's really the boss.

Richard sat at his desk staring out of the window. It was already 10 to 8 in the evening; he’d stayed behind at the office to try and get his desk finally sorted out and there he was achieving precisely nothing. Well, to be absolutely truthful he wasn’t actually staring out of the window. What he was really doing was studying a reflection on the darkened pane next to him. He couldn’t make out much in the way of colour, but he could definitely see shape and this one was a shape he had admired many times before. It was the gorgeously curvaceous, sensually enticing, much fantasised about figure of Stephanie.

That woman knew exactly how to dress. She was always immaculately turned out, smart and looking every inch the go getting executive he knew she was, yet at the same time everything she wore made her look so damned alluring. That skirt she was wearing today was quite a bit above her knees and if he managed to sit in just the right way he could catch a glimpse of her stocking tops and panties as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He let out a little sigh and turned his head away from the window. There she was, typing away at the keyboard. Her jacket was off and Richard could see a hint of bra through her sheer white top. He had lost count of the number of times he had fantasised about sneaking around behind her and slipping his hand down inside that top. Of course in his fantasies she responded in quite a different way to how she undoubtedly would, if he were to go over there right now and do just that.

Richard felt himself going red as it occurred to him that she had no idea of how many times he had wanked imagining himself cumming all over those gorgeous breasts, with her panting and wanting more. He hastily turned away again as Stephanie turned off the computer. She leaned back in her chair, as if congratulating herself on a job well done, then stood up, put on her jacket, picked up her briefcase and left the office. Richard sighed again. There was no point in staying any longer, so he turned off his computer, got the lift down to the car park and ambled out towards his car.

“Richard, do you know anything about cars? My car won’t start and I don’t know quite what to do.”

Richard turned around. There was Stephanie hurrying over towards him. The heels of her black stiletto shoes were click clicking on the concrete as she half ran over and that wonderful bosom of hers was bouncing up and down in time with her steps. Oh god, he thought and he had to make a conscious effort to try and be professional and not stare at it.

“Hi Stephanie, what’s the matter?” He managed to say in a surprisingly calm voice.

“I don’t have the faintest idea, can you take a quick look, or should I call the AA?”

He smiled at her and they both turned and walked over to her car.

Richard didn’t really know much about cars. He turned the engine over a few times, had a look under the bonnet, then quite unexpectedly the next time he tried the ignition, it started.

“Thank god for that” she said, “I was starting to panic there.” She gave Richard a beaming dark red lipsticked smile and held out her hand to thank him.

“Don’t think I’d better,” he said “I’ll get you as filthy as I am.” Richard laughed as he held out his blackened oily hands for her to see.

“Oh God I’m really sorry, you’re going to get that all over your car.” Apologising as she fumbled in vain in her handbag for something he could wipe his hands on.” You can’t go back and use the office loos now its gone 8pm, they’ll be locked up.”

“Don’t worry, I was glad to help.” He turned and walked away.

“Tell you what, I don’t live far, come back with me, get cleaned up and then I’ll drop you back here, it’s the least I could do.”

Richard didn’t really think he needed to but he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to get in a car next to the gorgeous Stephanie or see her flat.

“Just one thing” she said jokingly as he eagerly accepted, “Don’t touch anything!”

They both laughed and she held open the door of her car for him, then got in herself. Her skirt had ridden up and he could clearly see a whole expanse of thigh and the tops of her stockings as she sat. He looked higher up and caught several tantalising glimpses of that white lacy bra he had been admiring earlier. He found himself going into that familiar fantasy of slipping his hands down inside that bra. He smiled to himself as he thought of the Benny Hill type black handprints it would leave on her tits.

“You’re very quiet Richard,” she said as she drove.

“Yes, sorry” he replied, “I was just thinking about something”

The car pulled up; Stephanie got out, let Richard out, then ran up the stairs to her flat. Richard followed on behind.

“Well come on in then, the bathroom’s over there.” Let me help you off with your jacket or you’re going to get it covered in oil.”

Stephanie unbuttoned his jacket and slid it off Richard’s shoulders. Her hands seemed to linger as she touched him through his shirt, but he dismissed that as ridiculous wishful thinking.

“Richard you’ve got oil on your trousers, you must have put your hands on them. Get in the bathroom and pass them out, I have some dry cleaning spray stuff that if I use right away should work a treat.”

Richard hesitated

“Go on” she urged him, “you may as well take a shower whilst you’re in there and get properly clean.”

Richard went into the bathroom, and handed his trousers out to her. Then he took off the rest of his clothes and got into the shower. What the devil was he doing he thought to himself. How had he ended up in her shower? She seemed to have a way of getting him to do things without actually appearing to be telling him what to do. Oh well, he thought, may as well get on with it now.

“Richard, get out of that shower now,” is what he thought he heard being shouted at him from the other side of the door. He turned off the water so he could hear properly. “Richard, I told you to get out of the shower” she repeated in a very clear, firm voice, though this time it didn’t come from the other side of the bathroom door but from right behind him.

Richard turned around and instinctively cupped his cock in his hands to preserve his modesty.

“Fucking hell,” he said with shocked amazement at the sight that met his eyes.

There before him was Stephanie. The same Stephanie who he had long since desired and watched and wanked over, but this was not the same Stephanie at all. Her hair, normally neatly tied up in a French pleat, was now loose and cascading in long flowing red tresses around her shoulders. She was wearing thick dark eyeliner and her lips were painted an impossibly glossy bright red. His eyes looked down a little further. Those huge breasts were now squeezed inside a tight black leather corset. The strings were straining to hold her in. Then further down she was wearing a short black leather skirt from which extended her long fishnet stockinged legs all the way down to a pair of glossy black very high-heeled shoes.

“That’s it,” she said, “Take a long hard good look, just like you’ve been doing ever since I first joined the office. But you’ve never seen me look like this before, have you?”

Richard gulped.

“I asked you a question, Richard, I expect an answer.” From the tone of her voice, Richard knew that she did. He also knew that he was standing there naked, in her shower, with his hands cupped around what was now a huge erection.

She sensed his awkwardness, and laughed. “My my, it’s quite different now isn’t it with me looking at you.” She reached her hand slowly and deliberately out towards his cupped hands. “I want to see what you’ve got.”

Richard offered no resistance as she took hold of his hands and peeled them away. He felt a tinge of embarrassment as his erection sprang out from under them.

“You’ve longed to see what was inside my panties haven’t you, Richard,” she questioned. “Now I can see what was in yours.”

Richard just stared at her.

“That’s two questions now Richard, and still no reply.” She tutted at him and shook her head. “I can see I’m going to have some fun with you.”

She reached out a hand again and cupped his balls in her hand. Then she began to squeeze, lightly at first, then ever so slightly harder until Richard flinched. Then just as unpredictably she let go her grip, took him by the hand, led him out of the shower, across her lounge and into her bedroom.

Stephanie sat down on the edge of her bed. She quite deliberately looked him up and down, as he stood there naked before her.

“Yes, you’ll do,” she murmured. “I chose you because I knew you fancied me and I knew you would be very willing to give me what I need. You are going to give me what I need aren’t you, Richard?”

Richard gulped again.

“That’s the third question Richard with no reply. I think I need to teach you your first lesson.”

She stood up, went over to her dressing table, opened the drawer and pulled out a smooth black leather paddle. She slapped the paddle down hard onto the wood of the table and made Richard flinch again.

“Why should I allow you into my home, dress up for you like this, if you’re not going to bother to reply to me? She walked up to him, put her face into his and whispered “Richard, don’t you realise how lucky you are to be here, in my bedroom?

“Well?” she screamed at him.

“Yes, yes I do” he blurted out, “You know I do.”

“Would you like me to allow you to see my breasts Richard?

“Yes,” he replied softly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

“And my pussy, my hot, wet pussy? Would you like me to allow you to see that too Richard?”

“Yes, yes please.”

“That’s better,” she purred at him. “But we still can’t forget your 3 failures to reply, can we?”

“No,” he said.

“Bend over” she commanded.

As he bent he heard a swish through the air and then felt a sharp sting as the leather of the paddle met with the skin of his buttocks. He instinctively stood up.

“Get down,” she ordered angrily, “You were not told you could get up.”

Richard bent over again.

Two more stings from the paddle followed. One for each of the times he had failed to reply to her.

“From the look of you, you’re in much as need of an orgasm as me,” she said. “You did seem to enjoy that. Come on, over here.”

She beckoned him to kneel in front of her on the floor, stood over him and slipped down her black lace thong.

“You know what I want, don’t you Richard? You know what you can do for me” she purred at him as she sat down on the edge of her bed once again, but this time with her legs spread wide apart.

“Yes, yes I do” he replied

“I think you can call me Mistress, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress” he whispered.

He looked up and moved his head slowly towards the inviting mound of golden pubes before his eyes. He held open her sopping pussy lips and plunged his tongue inside.

My god she tasted wonderful. Hot, creamy, wet. The taste of her filled Richards mouth. He flicked his tongue in and out of her again and again trying to drink as much of her sweet pussy juices as he could get. Then he felt a hand grasp the back of his head and move his tongue up to her clitoris, her gorgeous pulsing erect clitoris. He began to circle it with his tongue. He could feel her responding to what he was doing; she was holding his head tighter and tighter, digging her nails into his head. He could hear her moaning with pleasure, pleasure that he knew he had given her. He wanted her to cum. He wanted to be able to make that gorgeous desirable body release all its sexual tension.

His own erection was now so huge it was aching for attention. He desperately wanted to touch himself, but knew he couldn’t without stopping what he was doing. She dug her nails in harder. Richard’s chin was dripping with her pussy juices. Stephanie’s breathing became more urgent; her body started to pulse against his tongue, his lips and his head as he worked away at her clitoris. He felt his own heart beating faster and his need to masturbate and give himself some relief was getting more and more acute. He had his face buried in the pussy of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and she had chosen him to do that for her. Then suddenly and without warning he felt himself starting to cum and there was nothing he could do about it. Stephanie’s legs were now clasped around his neck; her nails were dug into his scalp. She held onto him ever tighter, the rhythm of her body movements telling him exactly what he should be doing with his tongue. Then letting out a huge guttural cry, she oragsmed onto his face and collapsed back onto the bed.

After a few moments she sat up and looked down at him.

“Yes, you’ll do,” she said.

Then she looked down at the carpet and smiled as she saw his cum on the floor at her feet.

“Tut tut” she said, “I can see you’re going to have to learn lesson two, never never orgasm without my permission, if you want to come back and be allowed to visit me again that is. You do want to visit me again, don’t you Richard?”

Richard looked up from the floor at the beautiful dominant woman, the kind he had been searching for all his life and could think of no place he would rather be.

“Yes Mistress,” he replied “I would like that very much indeed.”