The Divine Bitches Corporation Office Slave

Cherry Torn sits behind the desk, phone pressed to her ear, voice low and sharp as she keeps another locked-up slave twitching on the line. Across the room Mike Panic waits on his knees, silent, collared, and already stripped to the skin. When she hangs up she crosses her legs and points to the floor; he crawls forward and presses his mouth to the toe of her black pump, licking every inch the way she trained him. After he’s finished shining both shoes she stands, hikes her skirt, and shoves his face between her thighs. She uses his tongue until she’s satisfied, then flips him over her lap for a hard, open-handed spanking that leaves his ass red and his cock straining uselessly in its cage. She fits the thick rubber dildo between his teeth and buckles it tight behind his head. When she wants to hear him beg she simply tugs the strap and the gag forces every word out in a wet mumble. She spins his chair around, buckles his wrists to the arms, and sinks onto the fat silicone cock that’s strapped to his face, riding it until she’s slick and shaking. When she’s ready she bends him over the desk, greases the strap-on, and drives into him in one slow, brutal thrust. His groans are muffled by the gag; hers are low and satisfied. She pounds him until his legs shake, then pulls out and leaves him bent and dripping while she takes the next call.