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  • Pegging My Way to the Top

    I walked into his office, my hips swaying with purpose. Rich mahogany paneling and a commanding view of the city skyline set the tone for the power play about to unfold.

    Mr. Jameson looked up from his papers, his eyes widening as they took in my curves in the tight red dress. “Can I help you, Miss…?”

    “Stephens,” I purred, perching on the edge of his desk. “I’m here about the Johnson account.” My black hair cascaded over my shoulders as I leaned in, giving him a tantalizing view down the dress’s plunging neckline.

    His gaze lingered, his breath quickening. “Yes, of course. Please, have a seat.”

    I shook my head, keeping him ensnared in my web. “I prefer to stand, if you don’t mind. It’s more… intimate.” My voice dripped with suggestion.

    He swallowed hard, clearly captivated by my confidence and beauty. “As you wish.”

    Slowly, I reached into my purse and produced a gleaming black strap-on. His eyes followed the toy as I buckled it around my waist. A thrill ran through me at the knowing glint in his eye.

    “Now, about that account,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “I think I can convince Mr. Johnson to choose your company if you’re willing to make a… significant adjustment to your business practices.”

    Mr. Jameson’s mind was clearly racing, but he nodded stiffly. “I’m willing to consider anything for the Johnson account.”

    I smiled, the strap-on pressing against my thigh. “That’s very wise of you, sir. Now, let’s discuss the details of your submission.”

    His face paled as he realized the true nature of my proposal. But he was a man of business, and the prospect of securing a major deal eclipsed his initial shock. “Very well,” he breathed. “I’m yours to command.”

    My lips curled into a wicked smile as I unbuckled the strap-on and slid it onto his prone form on the conference table. I positioned myself above him, my pussy lips parting to reveal the head of the large dildo.

    With a deep, anticipatory sigh, I lowered myself onto him, the thick toy forcing its way inside him inch by excruciating inch. Mr. Jameson’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as I pegged him with ruthless expertise.

    I set a demanding pace, riding him hard and fast, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing through the empty office. Each thrust brought me closer to the peak of ecstasy, my clit throbbing in time with the force of my movements.

    As I crested the wave of climax, I leaned down to whisper filthy encouragement in his ear, my hips pistoning furiously against him. “Take it, you dirty boy. Let me use your hole for my pleasure.”

    Mr. Jameson’s eyes rolled back in his head, a hoarse moan escaping him as he surrendered to the intense pegging. I could feel his slutty surrender, his inner walls clenching around the dildo as he spilled his load onto the conference table.

    Panting, I dismounted him, the strap-on glistening with our combined fluids. I straightened my dress and fixed my hair, a triumphant smile playing on my lips.

    “Business will be booming with you at the helm, Mr. Jameson,” I said sweetly, tucking the strap-on back into my purse. “Just remember, our arrangement remains confidential.”

    With a final, sultry wink, I turned and strode out of the office, leaving him to clean up the mess and contemplate his newfound role as a pegged sub.

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  • Being Daddy’s Good Girl with a Blowjob

    I was lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine, when Daddy walked into the room. He was home early from work, which made me happy. I love being his good girl. I set the magazine down and smiled at him.

    “Hey sweetie, how was your day?” I asked, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

    “It was good, baby girl,” he replied, his hand coming to rest on my knee. “But I have a special request for you.”

    I bit my lip, intrigue sparking within me. “What is it, Daddy?”

    He took a deep breath, his fingers absently tracing circles on my skin. “I want you to be a good girl for me. Go upstairs, take off your clothes, and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth.”

    My heart began to race at his explicit command. I’d done this before, but never without Mommy around. The thought of having Daddy all to myself sent a thrill through my body.

    “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, standing up and grabbing his hand to lead him upstairs.

    In our bedroom, I turned to face him, my dark hair falling in loose waves around my shoulders. “Like this, Daddy?” I asked, slowly unzipping my dress and letting it slip to the floor, revealing my lacy bra and panty set.

    “That’s perfect, good girl,” he praised, his eyes roaming over my curves. “Now, get on your knees for me.”
    I did as I was told, my blue eyes locking onto his as I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprang free, already throbbing with need.

    “Open wide, baby,” he instructed, his voice low and husky.
    I parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, but soon increased my pace, my tongue swirling around his sensitive head. Daddy groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me up and down his length.

    I could feel his cock twitching, knowing he was close to climax. I quickened my movements, my mouth and throat working together to bring him to the edge. “That’s it, good girl,” he murmured, his pace faltering as he neared his peak.

    With one final suck, Daddy let out a deep moan, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my eyes never leaving his as I savored the taste of his release.
    When he was finished, I gently pulled away, a satisfied smile on my face. “Was I a good girl, Daddy?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

    “You were exceptional, baby,” he said, helping me to my feet and pulling me into a tight embrace. “I’m so proud of you.”
    I melted into his arms, feeling a deep love and contentment wash over me. Being Daddy’s good girl was the best feeling in the world.

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