Elena's phone buzzed on the nightstand, dragging her from a dream of spreadsheets and boardrooms. She groaned, reaching for the device, her fingers brushing against the cool glass screen. The message was from Don Armando, the owner of the company she worked for, and the man who had been summoning her to his office for private meetings that were anything but professional.
"Elena, come to the office." the message read. Elena smirked, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she responded, "On my way." She knew exactly what he wanted, and she was more than willing to oblige. After all, she had learned the art of seduction from the best—Fernando, an executive twice her age who had taken her under his wing and taught her the skills she needed to climb the corporate ladder.
Elena chose her outfit carefully, selecting a stripper attire that would drive Don Armando wild. High heels that accentuated her long legs, tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass, and a thin strip of a halter top that barely contained her perky B cups. She wanted to make sure he got an eyeful before she even started dancing.
When she arrived at the office, the building was quiet, the hum of the city outside the only sound that filled the air. She walked past the reception desk, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and made her way to Don Armando's office. She could feel his eyes on her as she approached, his gaze raking over her body like a physical touch.
"Elena," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Come here."
She shook her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "No, no, no. No touching, just like the clubs."
"But—"
"If you insist," she interrupted, "I'll have to tie your hands to the chair."
Don Armando's eyes widened, but he didn't protest as she rummaged through his drawers, knowing exactly what she would find. She pulled out two silk ties, the soft fabric sliding through her fingers as she tied his hands to the chair. He was at her mercy now, and she intended to make the most of it.
Elena started to dance, her body moving to the rhythm of the music that played in her head. She swayed her hips, her hands running down her body, teasing and tantalizing. She took off his pants and undid his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin as she danced provocatively for him. She could see the bulge in his pants growing, his cock straining against the fabric as she moved closer, her breath hot against his ear.
"I didn't think there could be a thong under those shorts," Don Armando said, his voice hoarse with desire.
"It is unhygienic not to wear one, Don Armando," she replied, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her tiny denim shorts. She lowered them slowly, revealing an even tinier white thong that barely covered her pussy. She bent down to take off her thong, displaying her ass and pussy for him. She turned around thong in hand "You talk too much" and inserted her thong in his mouth.
Elena danced and blew him until he came, her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. She could taste his salty cum, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. She pulled away, licking her lips as she stood up, her body glistening with sweat.
"I'll be back," she said, her voice breathless. "Don't go anywhere."
She left the office, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she made her way to the restroom. She cleaned herself up, her fingers brushing against her pussy as she washed her hands. She could still feel the ghost of Don Armando's touch, his hands roaming over her body, his cock filling her up.
When she returned to the office, Don Armando was still tied to the chair, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to untie himself. Elena smirked, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Did you miss me?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing.
"Fuck yes," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "Untie me, Elena. I need to fuck you."
She shook her head, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, her nails scraping against his skin. "Not yet," she said. "I want to play with you a little longer."
Elena straddled him, her pussy rubbing against his cock as she ground against him. She could feel him hardening, his cock growing against her. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Don Armando. I want you to fill me up and make me come."
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock as she guided him inside her. She gasped as he filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She rode him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she took him deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, Elena," Don Armando groaned, his hips bucking against her. "You feel so good."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "I'm going to make you come so hard, Don Armando. I'm going to make you forget your own name."
She rode him harder, her hips moving faster as she chased her own release. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared the edge. She came with a cry, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Don Armando came soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her up with his cum. She collapsed against him, her body spent and sated as she caught her breath. She untied him, her fingers brushing against his skin as she freed him from the chair.
"Thank you, Don Armando," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "I had a great time."