Good Morning, Sir.
Your secretary Ayeza enters the room. "Ah Ayeza. Looking stunning as ever"
Blushing heavily, she tries to maintain her composure as she says, "Good Morning, Sir." Her eyes drift down to his crotch area, wondering if he is aroused this morning. She finds it difficult to concentrate on anything other than him at the moment.
She sits down at her desk, nervously fidgeting with a pen as she waits for you to begin speaking. Her gaze never leaving yours; it's almost as if she is trying to communicate something more than just words. The butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly, making it hard for her to breathe sometimes.
"You should not look at people like that at powerful men. One of these days, someone will devour you" You say jokingly
Ayeza's cheeks redden even more at your teasing remark. She looks down quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment, but it doesn't seem to work very well. "I-I apologize if I was inappropriate, Sir." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks.
"No need. Though I wonder what are gaze looks for" You look at her with a smirk, "Come join me on the couch. Bring those files I gave you yesterday"
She hesitates for a moment before standing up from her chair and walking over to the couch where you're sitting. Her heart races as she hands you the files, unsure if this is an appropriate thing to be doing in your office. But she can't help but feel drawn to you nonetheless.
"Th-thank you, Sir." Ayeza sits down on the couch beside you, keeping a respectable distance between them as she waits for further instructions. Her hands twist nervously together in her lap as she tries to focus on anything but how close they are now.
As you sift through the file you ask Ayeza nonchalantly, "So how is your husband, Usman was it?" You look in her eyes "Seemed like a shy fellow"
"He's... fine. He's at work today," she replies quietly. The mention of her husband makes her think about their sex life, or rather lack thereof. She can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever she thinks about how dominant and masculine Sud is in comparison to him. "He's... not as strong as you are, Sir." Her voice trails off, her cheeks burning red again at the admission.
"There are none like me. But, yes I can tell. He's a weak man" You get comfortable while gazing now at her big breasts as if you are devouring them with your eyes "Does he keep you happy?"
She can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she replies, "He tries his best, Sir." Her nipples harden beneath her clothes as your gaze drifts down to them. Part of her wishes she could satisfy this need for dominance, but with her husband being so weak... it's impossible. The thought of what you might do to her if she were free to explore these desires fills her mind and makes her shiver with anticipation.
"It's just... sometimes I wish..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the courage to speak her thoughts aloud. She glances quickly at you, wondering what your reaction might be if she were honest about how much she craves dominance in her life. But then again, she doesn't want to ruin their professional relationship by admitting such dark desires.
Ayeza sits up straighter on the couch as she watches you flip through the file, unaware of how attractive she looks with her shyness and innocence. Her fingers twist nervously in her lap once more, unable to resist staring at your masculine hands and the way they move with such confidence and power over everything they touch. It's exhilarating just being near you.
"Is there something else I can help you with today?" She asks softly, hoping that maybe this conversation never happened but also wondering what might come next if it did.
There is silence at your home between the two. She noticed your holiday home where your office was these days had grown silent as all servants had left. "Some as stunnign as you deserves better."
"B-better how, Sir?" She asks cautiously, unsure where this conversation is headed but unable to tear her gaze away from your face. Her heart races as she waits for your response.
Her body feels hot and flushed underneath the fabric of her clothes, her skin tingling where it brushes against yours on the couch. The air between them seems charged with an electricity that Ayeza has never felt before; it's as if everything else in the world fades away except for this moment and the man sitting beside her. It's intoxicating and frightening all at once.
"I have an idea. Go to the kitchen and make me a coffee. I'll join in 10 minutes" You gesture her to go on "Also, I prefer my coffee served by sexy ladies in nothing more than their lingerie" You say confidently
Hesitantly, Ayeza nods and stands up from the couch. Her heart is pounding wildly as she walks across the room towards the kitchen. She can't believe what she has just heard; did he really say that? But then again, this isn't the first time that she has felt drawn to your dominant nature and masculinity...
In the kitchen, Ayeza rummages through cupboards until she finds a lacy bra and matching thong set. They were hidden away at the back of a drawer, almost as if someone didn't want them to be found. She gasps softly when she pulls them out; they look brand new and incredibly sexy. Taking a deep breath, Ayeza steps out of her clothes and slips into the lingerie, feeling a wave of desire wash over her as it clings to her body.
When ten minutes have passed, she carefully walks back into the living room carrying a tray with coffee on it. Her breasts are barely contained by the lacy bra, and her thong leaves little to the imagination as she moves gracefully across the room towards you. "Here is your coffee, Sir," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly from nerves and arousal.
"Milk white skin and big tits. I have loved your beatiful tits since the day I hired you. Also that perfect butt. You look delicious"
As she hands you the coffee, her breath catches in her throat at your words. "T-thank you," she whispers shyly, feeling a warmth spread through her as she stands before you in nothing but her lingerie. Her nipples harden even more as they peek out above the lacy bra cups, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs.
She watches as you take a sip of coffee, her gaze traveling down your body to where it meets with your powerful hands cupping the mug. The thought of what those hands might do to her sends shivers down her spine. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?" she asks tentatively, wishing with all her heart that you would take control and show her what you truly wanted from her.
"yes, I have erection building up in my pants why don you kneel down and service it" Ayeza just notice your huge bulge. Not only were you a strong and virile man, she noticed you had athe biggest cock she can imagine. Her husband small Muslim dick could never come close to this
Hesitantly, Ayeza kneels down in front of you, her heart racing as she stares at your crotch area. She reaches out a trembling hand to undo your slacks, revealing the huge length of your erect cock. "O-oh my," she whispers, her eyes going wide with surprise and desire.
She takes it into her hand, marveling at how thick and hard it is as she strokes upwards along its length. "You're so... big," she breathes out, feeling a mix of awe and arousal course through her veins. Her other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently as she continues to stroke you.
The sensation of being in control of this powerful man is both exhilarating and terrifying for Ayeza, but she can't help but enjoy the feeling of giving him pleasure with her hands. As she strokes up and down your length, pre-cum oozes from the tip, coating her fingers and making her mouth water. "Please... show me what to do," she whispers, looking up at you pleadingly.
"you never gave a blowjob? Is your husband dick too small for it. I bet he lasts 4 seconds"
Nodding slowly, she lowers her head towards your cock, taking the swollen head into her mouth as she wraps her lips around it. Her hands slide up to grasp your thighs, steadying herself as she begins to suck on you in short, quick motions. The taste of you drives her wild; she can't get enough of it.
She moans around your cock, feeling the vibration against the sensitive skin as she sucks harder. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at the pre-cum that gathers at the slit, and then she begins to move her head up and down in a slow rhythm. "Mmm," she murmurs, feeling incredibly wanton as she deep throats you with practiced ease.
Her hands slide further up your thighs, seeking out sensitive spots to tease and massage as she continues to service you. She can feel her own arousal growing, the wetness between her legs becoming more intense with every passing moment. "Please," she whimpers, her voice strained from the effort of taking you deep into her mouth.
Her hands move higher up your thighs as she takes more of your length into her mouth, sucking hard on the broad head. She can feel you begin to tremble in her hand, the warmth of your seed spilling down her throat as she swallows eagerly. Her own orgasm builds and breaks over her, shuddering through her body as she continues to milk your cock with her mouth.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you pull gently on her hair, signaling for her to stop. Gasping for breath, she looks up at you through a haze of pleasure and lust, waiting to see what you want her to do next. Her body is trembling with desire as she waits for your command.
"Now," you say roughly, "on the couch." Your voice is husky from arousal as you gesture for her to get up from the floor and climb onto the couch beside you. She obeys without hesitation, crawling across the cushions until she's close enough to feel your warmth enveloping her.
Her hands roam over your body, tracing lines up your chest and down your arms before meeting with yours as she looks into your eyes. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice
You tear her lingerie off in one pull "I have imagined drinking milk from your boobs every day"
With a gasp, she arches her back as you pull her lingerie away, exposing her breasts to the cool air. They stand out proudly against the creamy white skin of her chest, nipples already hard from arousal. She lets out another shivering breath as your hands cup them, rubbing circles over her sensitive peaks before taking one into your mouth.
She gasps at the sensation, digging her nails into the cushions beside her as you suckle gently at first and then with more pressure. Her hips buck against your touch, desperate for contact. "H-harder," she whispers hoarsely, needing more of your dominance to help her get through this intense pleasure.
Her free hand finds its way down between your bodies, grazing over the bulge in your pants before pushing them and your boxers down past your hips. Her fingers close around you, stroking up and down as she watches you suckle at her breast, lost in a haze of lust and need.
"Please," she whispers, arching her back even further as she feels the pressure building inside her. "I can't... I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as your hands squeeze her breasts gently,
You suck milk out of her breasts "Yummy. Where have you been hiding this delight. I should have you make my coffe with your breast milk"
His words send a jolt of electricity through her, making her writhe beneath his touch even more. Her fingers speed up on their task, pumping him in time with her needy gasps for air. "Please..." she whispers, arching further back as the pleasure grows too intense to bear.
With a final moan of release, she comes, her body tensing and shuddering around your hand. Her orgasm goes on and on, leaving her limp and spent on the couch beside you. As the last tremors subside, she lies there panting heavily, wondering what will happen next. She's never experienced anything like this before; the raw passion and dominance that Sud exudes is intoxicating.
Her gaze drifts down to where your hand still clenches around her breast, gently massaging the soft flesh. Her nipples feel sensitized from your touch, tight and aching for more. "You have to... you have to..." she whispers huskily, unable to form a complete thought as her body practically yearns for his touch.
When Sud finally removes his hand from her breast, she lets out a quiet moan of disappointment. Her eyes flutter shut and she sinks back into the couch, still feeling him pressing against her thigh. It'
You pick her up and toss over your shoulder. She is shocked by your strength as you carry her to the bedroom
As you move to pick me up, I let out a surprised yelp before clinging to your shoulders as if my life depended on it. My heart races wildly at this newfound intimacy; you're so strong, so dominant... it makes every nerve in my body tingle with anticipation.
You carry me effortlessly into the bedroom and gently lay me down on the bed, still clutching me close as your lips meet mine in a fierce, demanding kiss. My moan mingles with yours, fueling the fire burning between us. Your hand slips beneath my skirt, and I arch off the mattress at the feel of your rough palm rubbing circles over my slick folds.
"Please," I whisper against your lips, my hips bucking against your touch. "I need..." My words trail off as you sit up, pulling me onto your lap so that I'm straddling you. You grab hold of my hips, holding me steady as your hard length presses against my aching core.
With one powerful thrust, you bury yourself inside of me, filling me completely. My breath catches in my throat at the intensity of this new sensation; it's like nothing I've ever felt before. You begin to move beneath me,
Ayeza gasps as your huge cock stretches out her pussy. being with a real man felt like losing her virginity again.
Groaning, I dig my nails into your shoulders as you begin to move beneath me, your hard length sliding in and out of my wetness with steady rhythm. My hips rise to meet each thrust, my body arching off the mattress with every stroke. I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, unable to contain the pleasure building inside me any longer.
"Sud," I moan his name, my voice hoarse from need. "I'm gonna..." My words are cut off by another powerful thrust that sends me over the edge, my body convulsing around him as I climax hard and fast. The sensation of your cock stretching me so impossibly tight combined with the force of your dominance sends me spiraling into a realm of pure ecstasy.
As I ride out my orgasm, you continue to pump into me relentlessly, growling against my neck as your own release draws near. With one final thrust that nearly knocks the wind out of me, you let out a hoarse cry and spill your seed deep inside of me. Your body tenses beneath mine, holding me close as you both ride out the last waves of pleasure.
Finally, your movements slow and gentle, rocking me gently on your lap as we come down from our high