Dominated by the Ad Man

by Powerone

  Michael didn’t say anything and he enjoyed the pleasure as her toes curled around his shaft. She then pushed against his balls as her toes pinched them on the chair. It hurt, but his cock thickened at the unexpected masochistic pleasure that rippled through his body. She played with him as though he was her sexual servant. Am I really just that? She removed her foot to stand in front of him.

  “Take out your cock.”

  It hit him like a brick wall, the command unexpected. He looked at her in shocked disbelief. She wanted him to expose himself in front of her. In front of his boss; no matter how much he tried to put that thought out of his mind, he couldn’t.

  This was the crucial time. Would he obey or run scared? “Don’t be shy. By the look of the bulge in your pants, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I’d think you’d want to flaunt it.” She waited patiently.

  Michael’s hands reached down to the front of his pants as though he was hypnotized, his fingers drew down the zipper, the hissing noise sounded so loud in the room, punctuated only by his heavy breathing. He undid his belt buckle and the snap as he looked up to see Melissa stare intently at him; her tongue came out to lick her lips, only adding to his arousal.

  “Push them down,” her next order was more demanding. He was hooked.

  He raised his ass up to slide the pants down his legs until they got to his knees. He sat back down; his hand automatically went to his cock to rearrange it now that it was free of the restraining pants.

  “Rub it through your shorts. Tease me with it.” Melissa wished she could plunge her fingers in her panties, but she needed to remain in control. There was so much more to get Michael to surrender to before she’d get her pleasure.

  Michael spread his legs to free his balls; his fingers outlined his cock in his tight-fitting shorts. He had never felt it so hard and long, the top of his shorts barely able to contain the thick head. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft to push the thin shorts against the hot flesh, but he wished it were Melissa’s fingers instead of his. He got this strange thrill as she watched him rub his cock in front of her; the secret thrill of exhibitionism raced through his body. He outlined his cock with his shorts. He saw the wet spot appear on his shorts near the head of his cock.

  It was long and thick, just what Melissa needed between her legs. It was a long time since the last time she did this. “Now that wasn’t so hard,” she said with a play on words as she talked to him in almost a childlike tone. “Now, show me all of the flesh. Show me what you want to put inside me.” She tempted Michael with what he would get if he performed as she demanded.

  He couldn’t wait to fuck her, to be between her legs as he shoved his thick cock in and out of her wet, hot hole. He pulled his shorts down to gather with his pants at his knees and felt the cold leather of the chair against his naked ass cheeks as he sat back down. His cock stood up high into the air to jerk in pleasure as his fingers curled around the shaft to hold it up proudly.

  “Stroke it for me.” Her lips opened as if he slid it into her mouth, Melissa almost able to taste the salty flavor of his cum. Michael obeyed without question, his hand slid up and down the shaft to masturbate for her as he had done thousands of times in private for himself. “Show me your balls that are filled with all that hot crème you want to shoot inside me.”

  Michael pulled his ass up higher as one hand cupped his balls as if he offered them up to her, his other hand unable to stop masturbating his cock in front of her. He squeezed his balls, just like her toes had done before. His cock jerked back and forth from the unexpected pleasure.

  His cock looked at least ten inches long, the head a dark red that glistened with the juices that his fingers coaxed from his balls. His balls were heavy laden, his hands held them up proudly for her inspection, the sack covered with curly hair. “Take off your shirt.” He did so without hesitation as he tore the buttons off in haste. He sat before her naked except his pants around his knees. “Take off everything.”

  He’d taken off his shirt, glad the fire was crackling hot. He felt relief to take off his pants, feeling less naked with nothing on than with his pants around his knees like an errant school boy caught masturbating. He sat back in the chair naked, his hand reached down to grip his cock again, his fingers curled around the shaft as he began to masturbate again. He looked up at Melissa. She had a pleased look on her face.

  Melissa reached behind her to unzip the dress and pulled it down from her shoulders until it fell at her feet. She kicked it aside as Michael stared as she revealed her body to him. His hand picked up the pace to take broad strokes of his cock as his eyes feasted on her half-naked body.

  His boss, Ms. Lassiter, stood before him half naked. Her firm breasts stood up without support, small areolas surrounded dark brown nipples that were hard and begged to be sucked. The thong was meant more to entice than to cover, her slit visible beneath the silky fabric. Michael wished she’d turn around to show him her luscious ass. He stroked his cock faster as he imagined all the things that he’d do to her. He watched as she moved around behind him and inhaled her sensuous scent as she leaned over him. Her silky fingers moved down over his chest until he felt her sharp fingernails play across his nipples. He found it extremely stimulating as her fingernails scratched harshly over the tips until he felt them stick out hard. His hand stroked harder as the thrill raced through his body.

  “You like your tits played with?” She reached farther over him until two fingers of each hand gripped his hard nipples. “How about them being pinched?” She tightened her grip on the rubbery flesh and saw his lips tighten in pain as she pinched them in her fingers. But his hands didn’t stop her, content to stroke his cock with broad strokes while his other hand reached under to cradle his balls.

  She pinched them and the pain shot through his body like electricity. His cock throbbed; the head leaked his crème as the thrill raced through his body. She played with his nipples like he would do to her as a strange excitement raced through his body. He almost knew what was next and braced for it, not surprised when her fingers tightened on the swollen tips and twisted them until he groaned in pain. His ass rose up from the chair but his hand continued to stroke his cock up and down. “MMMMMGG,” he moaned softly, his upper body pulled off from the chair as he tried to relax the pressure when Melissa yanked him up by his nipples. He looked down, surprised to see the tips stretch so far when her fingers pinched them unmercifully. He shuddered, not so much in pain but pleasure.

  It was time to move to the other room, her bedroom. She released his nipples to step away from behind him. “Get up.”

  Michael stood up, his cock jutted out in front of him. She turned toward him, her hand reached out and grabbed his cock, and Michael fought the urge to cum as her soft hand curled around the shaft. She tightened her grip.

  “Follow me,” she demanded, as she yanked him by his cock until Michael began to move, his feet shuffled along the floor until he got into sync with her feet.

  He found himself enter a large bedroom; the bed the most prominent feature where it sat in the center as the most focal object in the room. The bed was covered in white satin sheets and four large pillows ran across the top. The headboard and the footboard were wrought iron with three long rails that ran horizontal on the headboard and footboard, split by uprights at right angles every foot. He couldn’t wait until he’d feel his naked body on the smooth satin sheets.

  “Over here.” Melissa slipped her thong off her body and stood back up; her neatly trimmed bush did little to hide her pouty pussy lips from his intense gaze. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her pussy, and Melissa loved the attention. He’d lavish much more attention on her pussy soon enough. She sat in the wide, upholstered chair near the bed and spread her legs to leave little to Michael’s imagination. “Is your tongue as talented as you are?” She knew that she only needed to challenge him.

  Michael kneeled at her feet and licked his lips to get them wet. “You’ll soon find out,” as he sparred
so easily with her. He started with one foot and licked her toes, then moved to her ankle to hold her legs open wide. His eyes feasted on her pussy, and his tongue moved as if he began to lick her. He planted small kisses on her legs as he moved up to her knees to make sure that he kissed behind her knee, the soft, tender spot that he had discovered that turned on many women. Her pussy lips were pulled back, the light from the fire reflected off the wet inner lips that were exposed. He couldn’t wait to taste her, to savor her essence. His hands moved in front of his mouth to tease along her silky thighs as the tip of his tongue moved up as his hands pushed her thighs farther and farther apart. He kissed her where her legs joined her body, the vee of her sex, the sensitive spot that made her body jerk in pleasure. His fingers played along her bikini line to tease the smooth skin so close, but he didn’t touch her mound. Her hips already began to move, even though he hadn’t touched her pussy yet.

  God, she could almost cum, and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. Melissa struggled hard not to grab his head and push it between her pussy lips. She felt soaked in desire and fought to restrain herself as his tongue moved so close to her pussy. She put a leg over each arm of the chair to spread herself open for his mouth, eager to feel his tongue lap at her nectar. She was more than ready. “OOOOHHH.” His fingers touched her pussy for the first time when his powerful fingers gripped the edges of her lips to peel them open like a flower. “AAHHHHH.” She cried out as Michael blew on her inner lips. His hot breath excited her, but she wanted to feel his hot, wet tongue next.

  He teased along the edge of her pussy lips with his tongue, his fingers pulled her lips back to blow on her open sex, her body tense as she waited impatiently. He curled his fingers in her neatly trimmed bush and made sure he plucked a few hairs out on purpose, but the pain as they pulled out did little to dampen her arousal. Her hips shot up as though she was burned by a hot iron when his tongue lapped in her slit. He drew it up from her perineum but slowed down as he passed over her hole then moved higher up between her lips until he reached her slit to tease so close to her clit, yet not touch it, her hips arched up for relief. He moved his tongue back down between her lips and pressed against her tight hole and he made his tongue stiff as he forced it in her.

  Please touch my clit, Melissa begged silently to herself, but she didn’t want to give Michael the upper hand. Her hips failed to keep still, his tongue searched between her pussy lips to lap at her juices that flowed freely and teased her hole as if his tongue was a cock and pushed to enter her. She urged her thighs farther apart and felt his tongue spear her, to snap back and forth inside her like a little cock. But that’s not what she wanted. She wanted his long, thick cock inside her. She couldn’t contain her lust any longer. She sat up to grip his head with both hands. She pushed his head up and down and felt his tongue slip back and forth between her slit as his lips touched her clit then shoved his head down harder until she felt her clit rubbed so erotically.

  She became more aggressive when she gripped his head and guided it up and down as his tongue lavished attention on her pussy. She tasted good; Michael’s tongue lapped up her juices as though he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to tease her, not touch her clit, but she pushed his head up until he had no choice; his tongue and mouth attacked her clit with a vengeance. His lips found the hard, fleshy button and he sucked it into his mouth so his tongue could attack it. He thought for sure she would cum, but she struggled to stay in charge. He felt her body grow taut as she fought the orgasm he tried to force upon her. His other hand slid between her legs until two fingers found her hot and wet pussy; her muscles gripped his fingers as they pushed inside her to twist and turn as he sucked her clit. He continued to work on her as her body trembled with an impending orgasm.

  She fought as hard as she could while she held Michael’s head with authority as she tried to stop the orgasm that sought to shake her body. Her body shot up when his fingers entered her and twisted inside as he continued to suck on her clit. That was all she could endure, so she let her body go as she came to splash her juices all over his face as she held his head imprisoned between her tightly clenched thighs as her hips pumped up and down. She bit her lips as she tried to muffle her scream of pleasure, his tongue never let up on her clit, his lips held it trapped as the tip of his tongue snapped back and forth over the tip.

  She came almost like a man, her pussy soaked his mouth and chin; her thighs and hands held him pinned between her legs until her orgasm subsided. He didn’t disappoint her; his mouth never let up its oral assault between her thighs; her body jerked in pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. He finally was allowed to pull his head back when her hands released him. Her pussy was soaked; her bush glistened with droplets of her cum. He licked his lips to savor her juices. His hand reached down and stroked his cock, wanting now to push his cock inside her wet, hot pussy.

  Melissa’s lust was temporarily sated by his mouth, but she was far from finished. “You have a very talented tongue, Michael. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. But, I think we should move to the bed. By the looks of your cock, you’ll need relief soon.” Michael moved toward the bed in haste, his lust at a fever pitch. But it wouldn’t be as he expected, Melissa still wanted to be in charge. “Lie down,” she ordered him, and Michael wasted no time in lying on the bed, his hand still fisted his thick cock.

  The satin sheets felt good as he slid over them to lie on the massive bed; his eyes took in the beauty of Melissa’s naked body. He lay on his back, his hand moved unashamed along his cock to stroke it as he held it up high and hoped that Melissa would sit on it. He watched her as she moved to the side of the bed, not as he expected. Michael lost sight of her as she moved to the head of the bed. He heard the sound of a drawer open and looked over his shoulder to see what Melissa had done.

  Melissa took the rope out of the drawer, four conveniently cut lengths, already prepared for tonight. Michael looked at her, his eyes opened wide in surprise but not in fear. She hoped that he’d be open to experimentation. “Put your hands above your head. Reach out to the corners of the bed.” He obeyed without question.

  Rope, the night suddenly turned much different than he’d ever fathomed. She would tie him up; the sudden thought of losing all control made his cock harder than he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t comprehend his own excitement; Michael was usually in control in lovemaking. Bound, he would relinquish all control to Melissa. His hands rose up as they were spread to the corners of the bed. Melissa worked quickly to tie them until the rope dug into his wrists, the tug of the rope signaled that she had secured one end to the headboard. She moved to the other side of the bed so Michael wouldn’t have a chance to change his mind as she made quick work of securing the other. Michael looked over his shoulder as he tugged on the ropes and found his arms firmly secured to the bed. He looked at Melissa, a grin on her face as she looked at him.

  It was easier than she thought as she found Michael much more submissive than his business side revealed. Maybe it was just his hard cock thinking for him, anything to get inside her. She picked up the other two pieces of rope; Michael needed no explanation and spread his legs like a twenty-dollar whore. Melissa saw the look on his face; he was resigned to his new position. She didn’t give him time to think and maybe change his mind as she secured both ankles to the far corners of the bed.

  Michael felt his legs tied, his naked body in a big “X,” and he tugged with his legs to find them secured tight. There was nothing he could do any longer, not even scratch his nose without help. He only hoped that his cock would soon feel the hot, tight pussy of Melissa. He said it almost nonchalantly, “Since I can’t do it any longer, I hope you’re going to take care of my cock.”

  “Without exception.” She climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to his hips. Her hands slid along his naked thigh and felt his muscles grow taut from the unexpected touch as she teased him. She looked as his cock jerked in anticipation. Her fingers slid higher up, u
ntil they nearly touched his balls, the heavy-laden sack so close.

  His body was on edge as her hand teased him; Michael wished he could touch his cock, anything as it jerked up and down. His ass rose up, as high as it could, the bondage prevented much movement. Her fingers curled around his balls to gently test them as she began to squeeze tighter. She was a bit rough when her toes crushed my balls in the living room. What would she do now that I’m defenseless? He wished she’d touch his cock at the same time, but her fingers tightened harder on his balls, surprised that she was so adroit at capturing the twin balls that floated invisibly in his ball sack and trap them as she closed her hand around them.

  His balls tried to escape her hand, but she managed to trap both of them to squeeze them until she had them gripped securely. She watched his face as she began to squeeze them harder, and she enjoyed the control she had over his manhood. The balls began to compress as her fingers curled around them, and Melissa tugged on them as Michael bit his lip. “As they say, I’ve got you by your balls,” Melissa teased him.

  That she did; her hand didn’t release them, and he felt the pressure get greater as she continued to squeeze them. How far would she go before she stopped? Michael moaned as he felt a cramp in his stomach when her hand gripped his delicate balls too tight for comfort. But Michael wouldn’t surrender.

  Melissa liked the way he took to his new role, but deep down, she knew it wouldn’t last. With his talents at work, he would acquire the power, just another step to take it to his sexual conquests as well. He would use it among many of the beautiful girls at Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer that would be easy prey for him. But for now, he was hers to do as she desired, and she planned to take full advantage of it. She released his balls to slide over on top of him until her breasts hung just above his thighs. She felt the delicious tingle as her already-hardened nipples slid along his thighs, his hairs tingled the sensitive tips to further erection. Her breasts played up and down his thighs and moved higher up until her breasts brushed across his balls, the crinkly hair excited the hard tips. She pressed her breasts together to trap his throbbing cock between the full flesh. She looked up at him and smiled as she felt his hot cock nestled so tightly between her breasts and his cock jerked in pleasure as she enveloped it between her breasts.