"Wish you were here," the text read, captioning a photo of her finger pointing at her pussy angled so that it looked like I was looking straight up at her from the floor. In reality, I was looking down, trying to cover it up with my body and bringing my chair closer to my desk so my office mates wouldn't see me starting to get hard.
After a few days of ravenously grinding my face in the morning, when I got home and before bed, she had finally decided that also wasn't enough. She was going to play with me at work too.
"Go to the bathroom, strip naked and get on knees," the next message read, "I'm going to video call you."
Thankfully, my office bathroom was a single room with a lock, no stalls. I was able to hide my semi erection okay, and I was moving quickly because I felt she was about to call me any minute.
My phone started vibrating as I made it to the door. I pushed the door closed maybe a little too hard and started undoing every button maybe a little too quickly. I was getting frantic, but I wasn't stressed. I was just as excited to get into the role play as I imagined she must be.
I answered the call as I sank to my knees and held the phone above me. It was the same angle as the picture she sent, and like any old day at home.
"Open your mouth," she whispered into my headphones, "and stroke your cock."
I could see her fingers rubbing against her pussy above me, and her eyes above that, watching me jerk myself off with my mouth open, telling her I wanted to be used.
"That's it," she whispered between short breaths, keeping any moans near silent since she was at work too, "get ready to swallow...."
Her fingers rubbed faster, and her hips made small thrusts that would temporarily move her face out of view, but her eyes stayed fixed on me. I let myself get closer with her, hoping I could cum while watching her body convulsing in pleasure.
"Ohhhhh..... yes," she whimpered, tensing up. "Shit..." my orgasm rushed out of me as her fluids suddenly covered her camera screen. Seeing it through her camera lens meant an extra split second that I could see it stream down -I didn't have to close my eyes- but as my cum supported out of me, I wished hers was tricking into my mouth.
I wasn't able to see much more, and soon we disconnected to clean the messes we had made.
It was more of the same when we got home. She texted again to tell me she wanted me in the same position, naked, by the door when she got home, and that she had better not arrive before me.
I left work 15 minutes early, but she must have wanted to give me some time to fulfill her request because she took a little longer than I expected.
When I heard the door unlocking, I stopped whatever I was doing to pass the time and watched the doorknob turn. I wasn't fully naked, I was wearing the collar she sometimes liked me to wear around the house.
Her work outfit was hot. It got hotter when she smiled down at me and said, "good pet."
The door closed as hard as it had when I was rushing at the office. Her bag came to the floor by her side, her panties came down under her fingers and her skirt shimmied up.
First, it was my back against the wall and my hands on her ass, and that delicious delicious cum in my mouth. One of her legs came up over my shoulder and she thrust it up and down on my greedy tongue.
"Mmm that's a good little doggy," she moaned, "I'm so glad I finally get to give you your treat."
My moans were indiscernible but she knew exactly what they meant: "yes mistress, I love my treat, I love being your little bitch."
She let out a moan of sheer pleasure. And pulled me by my hair so that she was against the wall.
Both her hands grabbed the back of my head, and with every thrust there was a moan. She moaned and so did I.
My entire face was sticky with her juices. I slapped her ass and she ground harder against me.
As my tongue flicked up and down I relished every morsel of her fluids that I was lucky enough to swallow, and I gripped her ass harder, so she could let me swallow more. Her hips stopped and I sucked more precum from her pussy lips, rapidly tonguing her clit at the same time.
"Oh fuck," she squealed, gripping my head, her body tensing, "oh yeah, just like that, ah yeah, mmn ohhhhhh."
The pitch of her voice got bigger and higher. I looked up at her and her eyes were closed, she was so close.
"MMN MMN," her hips started bucking again, in short delayed thrusts.
"UNM MM MMM AH AH AH AH AH AH...
FUUCCK, UNGHHHHH" she growled, not squirting but opening her eyes with a laugh gaze as she came in my mouth. I squeezed her ass cheeks, looking up submissively and not daring to let go until I had permission.
She eyed me as she came down and suddenly pushed me back by my neck, landing a nice slap on my cheek.
She bent down until her face was level with mine, and she grabbed my collar.
"That was great babe," but no collar tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes, sorry, mistress," I said quickly.
"Good," she smiled. Her lips met mine and her tongue slid in to taste her own juices.
"Ah," she said, withdrawing, "but I am going to have to punish you... I did say you would never have to worry about me not putting you in your place, so..." She thought for a second. "I'm gonna tie you up again tonight, okay? Maybe then you'll learn to listen and obey."
We exchanged knowing smiles. I obviously wouldn't have been happy about this in any other context, but I loved our game, and I was now super turned on without release. The only possible answer was, "Yes, mistress."
There was an episode of a show we liked that night. So I brought her her glass of wine and we sat on the couch to watch it. She had never put her panties back on after greeting at the door - she seldom wore panties around the house anymore - and some days (like that day) she preferred to wear no pants either. We were actually both pantless that day.
I was used to it, but I hadn't cum, so I did struggle to focus on the show a little bit. I kept glancing over to take peeks at her bottomless thighs and her titties that were a little too constrained as always. She had her legs spread wide open.
Her arm was around my shoulder, and she scratched my hair with her nails. She knew I loved it.
We laughed at the jokes in the show here and there, and I decided to try to get into it, but it was moving a little slow. I learned soon enough that Jenny probably felt the same way because I was suddenly being pushed down towards her open thighs without a single word.
It was honestly not even a good angle, but I was instantly hard from thinking about being used again. I honestly loved that she didn't feel like she had to say a thing, and so I started kissing her between her spread legs, the show be damned.
Her fingernails scratched my head again for a second, and then she stopped to grab my hands and tie them behind my back. I moaned into her as I felt my dick get even harder, now trapped against the couch, but I didn't get too much from her. She seemed more relaxed than her usual frenzied self. She was just watching TV, and I was just eating her out, with my hands tied behind my back.
Her fingers scratched my head as I licked, gripping my hair from time to time when the sensations got intense. "Do it slowly," she said," I don't feel like cumming yet."
When I heard the show credit music she started flipping the channels as I slowly kissed and licked around her lips, and up and down her slit. My poor cock was tense below my body.
Her free hand was soon off my head and tracing its way towards my bare ass. She gave me ass cheek a squeeze. And started tracing my her finger up and down my crack.
"Mmm.." I moaned into her. Her fingers soon started rubbing my asshole again. I felt the cloth was tight around my wrists as my body reacted.
She must have sensed my approval and ventured further, with one finger exerting pressure, moving just a little bit inside, eliciting another moan. She pulled out and then a little bit further in, and my cock rubbed against the couch as I found myself actually moving myself towards her finger.
I licked and she went just a little bit deeper. I heard the sound of her putting herself another glass of wine before she rested her other hand on my head as I continued to slowly lick her.
She lifted it to drink a few times while her other hand gently explored going just a little bit deeper into my ass hole.
I had never experienced this before, but I was slowly jacking myself off against the couch as I moved my ass against her finger. But she didn't let me do that for long.
Again without saying anything she pulled me by my hair so I was on my knees in front of her, and she pulled my head down between her legs. It was honestly a better angle.
Although she didn't show it, she was really starting to get wet again. Her eyes were fixed in the TV, and she leisurely drank her wine, pouring what was left of the bottle into her glass.
My whole mouth latched around her pussy, and she gripped my hair, but she wasn't really paying attention. Somehow that made it hotter. I had really becoming 100% her sex toy. She wasn't using me out of desperate need. She just got kind of bored and my mouth was the first thing she reached for.
