First Time on My Knees: The Boss’s Office Betrayal
In the boss’s office. Door locked. Heart hammering like a jackhammer. Maïté texts me: boss gone for hours. Come now. My hands shake as I grip the prototype chastity belt. We’ve tested it before, her naked body under my fingers, adjusting straps over her curves. But today? Different vibe. Electric.
She waits behind the desk, smirking that half-embarrassed, half-amused grin. ‘Show me the final version,’ she purrs. I hand it over. Instead of slipping it on, she peels off her blouse slow. Lace bra hugs her full tits. Skirt drops. Matching thong, sheer black, bought special. My cock twitches hard in my pants. Breath catches. This is it. No turning back.
The Approach
She steps close. Fingers trace my chest, down to my belt. ‘You’ve earned this.’ Zipper rasps open. She fishes me out. I’m throbbing, leaking already. Her eyes lock on mine, nervous flicker in hers too. First time she’s done this with me. My pulse roars in my ears. Fear mixes with raw hunger. What if the boss walks in? What if this ruins everything? But her warm hand wraps around my shaft. Strokes firm. I groan. Back against the desk. Legs weak.
She sinks to her knees. Carpet muffles the sound. Face inches from my dick. Hot breath teases the tip. My stomach flips. Innocence cracking right here. Never felt this before, not like this. Her lips part. Tongue flicks out. Wet, velvet touch. Heart slams. No escape now.
First contact explodes. Her mouth engulfs me. Warm, slick suction. Tongue swirls the head, teasing the slit. I gasp, fingers tangle in her dark hair. She bobs slow at first, awkward eagerness. Lips stretch around my girth. Saliva drips. She hums, vibration shoots up my spine. New world. Raw, forbidden bliss. Gagging a bit, pulls back, spits, dives again deeper. Hands cup my balls, squeeze gentle. Pressure builds fast. Hips buck involuntary. She’s clumsy-expert, nails grazing my ass.
She works me relentless. Tongue laps the underside, sucks hard. Eyes up, watching me unravel. My knees buckle. First time mouth like this—pure fire. Tension coils tight in my gut. She senses it, slows, edges me. Then ramps up. Fingers dig into my cheeks, pulls me deeper. Throat squeezes. Stars burst behind eyelids.
The Instant and Beyond
Edge hits. She kneels back, admires her work. My cock glistens, veins pulsing. ‘Not yet.’ Turns, bends over desk. Ass perfect, cheeks spread. ‘Test without the belt first.’ I lunge. Tip nudges her wet slit. She dodges, teases. Frustration boils. Heart races wild. Finally, she straps on the belt. Tight, perfect fit. Tries to tempt me through it. Impossible. I thrust futile, her laughter echoes.
Defeated, raging hard. She drops again. Kneels triumphant. Mouth claims me final time. Hands pump base, lips vacuum the head. I shatter. Cum erupts, ropes down her throat. She swallows, milks every drop. Waves crash, body shakes. Pure release. Innocence gone, shattered in ecstasy.
But then—belt jams. Won’t unlock. Her eyes widen, panic. Tugs frantic. Stuck. Me too shocked to move. We yank, twist. Nothing. Tools in my workshop, far away. Her face: smug to terror. Boss due back. Priceless. Camera catches it all—my “reward,” her trap backfiring.
Three months later, fired with the video. But I keep it. Rewatch her kneel, suck, then freak. My first time. Nervous thrills, brutal pleasure, betrayal’s sting. Adulthood’s harsh edge. Heart still pounds remembering. No regrets. That stuck look? My forever revenge.
