The next morning when I got to work, I stopped by Luciana’s cubicle. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned her head and smiled. I pulled the panties I had cum into out of my pocket and handed them to her.

She took them. “Did you . . ?”

I nodded.

“For a good boy, you sure are naughty.” She grinned.

I blushed. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, baby boy. Now get to work, I’ll play with you later.”

I nodded, then left her cubicle to begin my daily routine. Today, I decided to be a little more efficient and cart around a large box in order to collect everyone’s documents. After an hour, I collected as much as the box could handle and went to the copyroom to begin duplicating them.

I had barely walked in and shut the door before Stacey barged inside like a bat out of hell.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” She furiously spoke after the door slammed behind her.

“W- what did I do?” I asked, terrified.

Did she see me give Luciana her panties back? I thought she didn’t care what we did.

She huffed and crossed her arms. “You’ve been strutting around the office pushing that cart with your burnt arms. Your ass is plump and wiggling, and you’re acting like the office whore with your cock bulge showing.”

What the hell is she on about.

“Well, now you have my attention. Get on your fucking knees, dog.” She snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground beneath me.

She’s this turned on just from looking at me?!

I gulped, then fell to my knees. I had my back to the small desk and had to lean forward to keep my head from knocking against it.

My cock stiffened, and I instinctively grabbed it over my pants, stroking it as I looked up at the fiery goddess. She was consumed with lust, and the color of her face matched her blazing hair. She sneered down at me.

“You’re rock solid, aren’t you? That big fucking cock in your hand wants to fuck me again, doesn’t it?”

“Please.” I whimpered. “I’ll do anything for you. I don’t care about the blackmail, I just don’t want Luciana to get in trouble.”

She moved in front of me, her feet rested on the floor at my knees, and my head nearly made contact with her lap. I bent my head directly up to keep looking at her feral face.

“I’m not going to punish either of you.” She said. “I’m not that cruel.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“What do you do with Luci?” She asked curiously.

“She, um, I, uh, call her Mistress. She’s gentle with me, and caring. She’s tender.”

Stacey nodded slowly, then gestured down to my lap. “But you enjoy a firmer hand?”

“Yes . .” I nodded, my mouth open as I gazed at her.

Her tongue swirled in her mouth as she collected saliva, and she bent over and spit directly down my throat. I shuddered and swallowed it, and immediately felt precum leak from my steel cock.

“Yes, what?” She demanded.

I looked at her confused.

“You call Luci your Mistress.” She bent over and placed her palm on my throat. Her small hand put pressure on my esophagus, and her fingers wrapped around my neck, cutting off blood flow. I felt my head get hot as I delightfully suffered the effects of asphyxiation.

“If you’re my dog, then what am I?”

“M- my M- Master?” I croaked.

She smiled, looking pleased. “Mmm. I like that. Yes. Master.”

Stacey stopped choking me, stood straight again, then grabbed the hem of her business skirt. She shimmied it up her delectable thighs and ass. She moved the white lace panties that clung to her pussy lips to the side.

“Are you hungry, dog?” She cooed.

“I’m starving, Master.” I whimpered.

She thrust her hips forward and shoved her pussy into my face as she spread her legs to either side of my body.

I licked her eagerly, tasting how wet she already was. I extended my tongue as far as I could, trying to lick underneath her pussy and reach her asshole. She responded by moving up my face and letting my tongue penetrate her ass. I felt it ease open with my assault, and she groaned in pleasure as my nose slipped inside her pussy.

“You filthy fucking slut. Eat my ass you disgusting dog.” She moaned in pleasure.

I speared my tongue as far as I could inside her, and she soon began trembling, then slid back down my face. Her asshole pulled away, and I flattened my tongue as her pussy glided along it. My nose slipped out of her pussy and landed in her trimmed red hair as her clit landed in my mouth.

I sucked it hard, placing my teeth lightly around it, and rapidly flicked it with my tongue. She shuddered and ground her pussy against my chin as she rode my face.

“Do you like getting your face fucked, nasty boy?” She growled.

I nodded underneath her, and she started vibrating.

“I’m cumming. Ooo fuck I’m cumming.” She growled as her legs clenched around my head so tight it made my ears hurt.

She held her breath, her legs strained around my head, and she bucked hard on my mouth several times, exhaling deeply.

She inhaled loudly and spread her toned thighs, releasing my head from heaven. She stepped back from me, adjusted her panties to cover her sopping wet pussy lips, and slid her skirt back into place.

“Hmm. Good dog. You did well.” She said breathlessly. “What do you say?”

“T- thank y- you.” I said, my voice shaking, my lips dripping with her mouth-watering cum.

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, Master.” I whispered faintly.

She smiled, and it was the first time I had ever seen a positive expression on her face.

I- I made her happy.

“Micheal, I’m sorry for what I did.” Her face turned serious. “I haven’t felt this way in years. As soon as I saw your cock, I couldn’t resist. I can’t help myself. I have to discipline you, to keep myself in control.” She confessed.

“I want it.” I whispered. “I need it. Control me, use me.”

She smiled again.

“Own me.”

She nodded, then patted my head.

“I’m not even close to being finished with you yet.” She promised.

She spun on her heel, and left the copyroom. I was breathing heavily, still on my knees when the door shut after her.

I twisted on my knees and grabbed the table, hoisting myself up on shaky legs. I wiped my face with my hand, and it came back wet and sticky. I walked to the door, and peeked out, making sure no one was watching.

I sped to the bathroom and washed my face in the sink. It was a little red from her riding but otherwise looked fine. I washed my hands, dried them, then slowly walked back to the copyroom.

The next few hours I spent tediously copying documents. I dredged through the work, and every so often I would catch myself imagining Luciana or Stacey, playing with my cock through the thin fabric of my slacks.

I had just finished the last stack of copied papers, having set them in a separate but matching folder. I was facing the small table, thinking about my Master and Mistress, teasing my hard cock over my pants. I was steadily milking little drips of precum from it when the door suddenly opened.

I let go of my dick and grabbed a folder, pretending I was working. I heard footsteps, then felt a firm hand squeeze my ass.

“I saw that. Were you thinking about me?” Luciana purred in my ear.

“Yes.” I breathed.

She squealed happily. “Good boy!”

She moved beside me, and I watched as she bent at the waist, then slipped her skirt up her thick thighs and curvy caramel ass. She hadn’t worn any panties.

She leaned over the table and supported herself with one hand. Her other hand slipped between her luscious thighs, and I saw two of her fingers slip inside herself. She slid them back out and used her wet fingers to lubricate all around her entrance.

“Well?” She asked. “Are you . . Cumming?” She smiled playfully.

Within seconds I had unbuckled and shoved my pants around my knees. I moved behind her and gripped my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her slit until it rested at her entrance.

“Fuck me. Fuck your Mistress.” She moaned.

“Yes Mistress.”

I pushed forward, and the head of my cock stretched her hole until it rested inside her. She squeezed her thighs together tight and clenched her pussy around my tip.

“Uggghhh-“ I moaned, trying to thrust deeper inside.

“No.” She whispered. “Just like this. Pull out, then push back in.”

I nodded, then pulled my hips back, and my cock slipped from her. I gripped it again, and slowly entered her once more as she writhed in pleasure.

“Just like that, baby. Oh fuck. Just- like-“

Her legs trembled as I fucked her pussy hole with my tip, and I felt her fingers on the underside of my cock as she stimulated her clit. She spasmed and shook, cumming just from the head of my dick. “UHHH- uhh- oh fuck.” She came trembling.

I kept fucking her entrance with my cock head, my own orgasm not far behind.

“That’s enough, baby.” She whispered sweetly.

“Oh.” I said, disappointed.

I pulled myself from her, she quickly stood back up and pulled her skirt back down around her thighs. She spun around and leaned against the table, and took my cock in her hands.

“Don’t be sad.” She pouted. “I’m going to make you wait for it, but I’ll still make you cum, sweet boy.”

Her hand pumped faster and faster, and I was at the edge almost instantly. I shuddered as my climax took hold, and she bent over slightly, her hand stroking my cock rapidly as she aimed it at her open palm.

I came, shooting several ropes right into her cupped hand. She stroked me slowly, milking the cum from me until she had squeezed out every last drop. She then suddenly brought her hand to her mouth and slurped my cum down her throat, and licked her hand clean.

When she was done, she looked at me concerned.

“That wasn’t very much.” She stated.

I shook my head, breathing heavily. “No- I- I mean, I came, but, I need more fucking to, um, cum more.”

She beamed. “That means you can go again.”

I nodded.

“Good boy.” She whispered, then pecked me on the lips. I faintly tasted myself on them.

She smoothed down her skirt, and winked, then left the copyroom.

I took one large, deep breath, exhaled, then pulled my pants back up, stuffing my half-erect cock back inside.

I’m just a little fucktoy, huh?

I shook my head in disbelief, and collected all of the folders I had made and organized them onto the cart. I smoothed my clothes down, making sure I was presentable, then pushed the cart out the door.

I delivered all the copied documents to their respective owners over the next hour, making conversation here and there. Eventually, I was finished and I put my push-cart back inside the copyroom.

When I opened the door, Stacey was waiting inside.

My heart began to race as I positioned the cart inside of the room. She watched me enter as she sat leisurely on the edge of the table. After I parked the cart in the corner, I stood before her, waiting for her command.

She gave me a piercing smile, then snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet.

“Sit.”