The heels clicked against the polished mahogany floor as I walked into Don Armando’s office. The scent of aged leather and expensive cologne wrapped around me, thick and deliberate. His secretary barely glanced up from her screen, used to my comings and goings by now. I shut the door behind me, my pulse already quickening. I knew what this was about.
A present box sat on the couch—black and sleek, tied with a ribbon that screamed *expensive*. My fingers trembled as I untied it. Inside, a set of black lace lingerie, a garter belt, and heels so high they made my legs look endless. A note in his bold handwriting: *Put them on.*
I didn’t hesitate. The fabric was cool against my skin as I slipped into the lingerie, the garter biting into my thighs just enough to make me shiver. The heels added a sway to my hips I hadn’t had before, my ass tight in the lace. I turned slowly, giving him a full view.
“Beautiful,” Don Armando murmured from behind his desk. His dark eyes raked over me, lingering on the way the lace cupped my tits, the way the garter framed my ass. “Now kneel.”
I did, crawling between his legs like the good little slut he’d turned me into. His cock was already straining against his tailored slacks, thick and heavy. I unbuckled his belt, freeing him. The head glistened, already leaking. I licked my lips before taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the shaft as I hollowed my cheeks.
“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, threading his fingers into my hair. His grip was rough, guiding my pace. I gagged around him, tears pricking my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. I loved the way he took control, the way he made me his plaything.
He yanked me up suddenly, spinning me onto his lap. The lace was still on, the garter digging into my skin, my ass pressed against his cock. He palmed my tits through the fabric, pinching my nipples until I whimpered.
“I want something else,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “I want you to walk out of here with the keys to your new car.”
My heart raced. A car? But then his fingers were at my panties, pushing them aside, and the thought of anything else fled my mind. He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my wet pussy.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
I sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, the stretch burning in the best way. The lace was in the way, the garter biting into my thighs, but I didn’t care. He filled me completely, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped, rolling my hips.
He cupped my tits, kneading them roughly as I bounced on his lap. My clit rubbed against him with every movement, pleasure coiling tighter in my belly. I was close, so close—
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I obeyed, my pussy clenching around him as I came, my nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he thrust up into me, chasing his own release.
But he wasn’t done.
He flipped me onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, the lace still clinging to my skin. His fingers probed my ass, slicking me with my own arousal before he pressed a finger inside.
“Ever been fucked here?” he asked, his voice dark.
I shook my head, my breath hitching. “N-no.”
“Good,” he growled. “I want to be your first.”
He pulled out, and I felt the head of his cock press against my tight hole. It burned as he pushed inside, the stretch almost too much. But he didn’t stop. He forced his way in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Take it, slut.”
I whimpered, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the couch. He started slow, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The burn was intense, but so was the pleasure—the way he stretched me, filled me, owned me.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice rough. “You like taking my cock in your tight little ass?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, my voice breaking.
He picked up the pace, his hips snapping against me, his balls slapping against my clit. The dual sensation sent me spiraling, my second orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I screamed, my pussy fluttering around nothing, my ass clenching around his cock.
He groaned, his grip tightening as he came, his cum filling me deep. He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and my arousal. “Now clean me up,” he ordered.
I turned around, my legs trembling as I took his cock into my mouth. The taste was musky, salty—him and me together. I lapped at him, licking every inch, savoring the way he twitched in my mouth. When I pulled back, his cock was clean, glistening under the office lights.
He tucked himself back into his slacks, smirking at me. “Go on,” he said, nodding toward the door. “Check the front desk. They’ve got something for you.”
I wobbled on my heels, my legs still weak from the fucking, my ass sore in the best way. I stepped out, the secretary’s eyes widening at the sight of me—lingerie, smeared lipstick, mussed hair. She wordlessly handed me a set of keys.
I stared at them, then at the sleek black sedan parked in the lot.
Don Armando’s voice came through the intercom, smooth and amused. *“Now you’ve got wheels,