Corporate Scum CFNM Humiliation Take Over: Part 2

Three suits sit stiff in front of Aiden Starr, Maitresse Madeline and the board. Suits are still buttoned. They already know what’s coming. Aiden and Madeline stay dressed, heels sharp, eyes harder. The men have nothing left but skin. Jackets stripped, shirts yanked open, ties pulled tight around wrists. Their cocks hang out, useless, hard, leaking. Madeline makes them stroke slow—too slow. Every time hips buck forward, she slaps the hand away. "Edge," she says. They do. Again. Again. Precum drips onto the boardroom carpet. One of the suits is told to suck the other’s cock while the third watches. He gags, throat working, but keeps going. Aiden slides a gloved finger straight up his ass, finds the spot, presses hard. His knees buckle. Madeline laughs, keeps the rhythm cruel and even. Prostate swelling. Balls tight. They’re forced to kiss, tongues clumsy, spit running down chins while the women circle and watch. When the first one finally breaks and shoots, Madeline catches it in her palm and feeds it straight back into his mouth. "Swallow." He does. The next one gets the same treatment, cock twitching in her fist, body shaking as cum spills onto her glove and back between his lips. The last one lasts longest. They make him kneel between their legs, cock untouched, forced to watch until he’s desperate enough to beg. Only then does Madeline let him finish, shooting across the carpet while the others lick it up under her heel. The board doesn’t say a word. Just watches. Three suited men—naked, wrecked, used.