April’s Passcode for Kayla's Patron Tier

What if I was your boss at work and I’ve been such a bitch to you this entire time. I seem to humiliate you in front of your co-workers every chance I get and chew you out over the littlest of things. I imagine it doesn’t help to be chewed out by me when I’m so sexy without even trying. I always come to the office wearing business skirts that show a little leg, high heels and outfits that reveal my cleavage. Until one day I tell you I need you to stay after work to discuss your performance. With rumors of cutbacks and layoffs coming, you probably spent all day nervously wondering how this discussion would go.

Your dread comes to a peak as the day comes to a close and your fellow co-workers all begin to leave. You hear the last of them leave with the sound of the door and you know you’re alone with me.. waiting for you in my office. I tell you to close the door behind you and to take a seat. Everyone has left and still I’m having you close the door, you’re so nervous you probably think nothing weird of it. I start laying into you right away, bringing up instances of your recent work as falling short of what the company needs and asking if you even want to be employed here. All the while I move to sit on my desk in front of you with my legs crossed and high heels dangling above the floor.

The corner of my mouth betrays a satisfied smile I’m trying to hold back as you beg to keep your job here and swear to improve in doing anything I need. “Anything I need?” I ask as I slowly uncross my legs and from your position sitting down in your chair you can see I’m not wearing any panties. I can see the nervousness in your eyes, your face blushing red, and the wedding ring on your finger. “I’m married” you start to protest and I quickly cross my legs again with a bitchy look on my face and interrupt you saying, “I’m not sure you’re capable of performing this company’s needs and will have to make my recommendation to let you go next week when we review who we’ll be laying off.”

“Please,” You beg me saying how bad you need this job. That little smile of mine is getting harder for me to hide as I listen to you and say, “Most people get on their knees when they beg. Well..?” I nod at the floor, and you can see I do expect you to go down on your knees. There’s a resignation in your eyes as you kneel before me, you will make a fine slave. I reward you by uncrossing my legs again while listening to you beg for your job. My smile broadens a little more each time I catch your eyes wandering up my skirt and you lose your train of thought. My heels fall to the floor in front of you as I kick them off, revealing my feet and pretty black nail polish.

“You call that begging?” I smirk looking down on you, “Kiss my feet like you mean it.” I raise a foot toward your face and you can smell my natural odor from walking in those heels all day. You hesitate for a moment before admitting defeat and pressing your lips to my feet, kissing the soles of my feet in between you begging. I scrunch my toes to capture your nose and giggle at you with that superior look on my face. “That’s not how you kiss your wife’s feet is it? Fucking make out with it like the worthless loser you are. ..Mm good.. that’s better bitch. Now put a toe in your mouth and suck.” I humiliate you a little as I push my toes into your mouth and make you taste the lowest part of me. My other foot rests right on top of your crotch, rubbing my sole down on you when you follow instructions well with a little tease over top your pants. “Don’t worry.. I won’t tell your wife how hard it makes you sucking on your boss’ toes after a long day at work.”

I laugh at you as I try to see how much of my foot I can fit in your mouth, all the while my other foot is rubbing the length of your dick through your pants.. up and down, faster the more I reward you. When I’ve had my enjoyment from that I tell you to stand up and show me your dick. You nervously fumble with your pants and I pull them down to your ankles the moment they’re unbuttoned, giving you no time to change your mind. I giggle at the sight of your cock regardless of it’s size, I don’t want you to think I think it’s big even it might be. A blush comes over your face the more I giggle at it. You start to reach for your underwear but I stop you with my foot gently teasing your cock again.. tickling the tips of my toes slowly up and down your sensitive shaft while I giggle at it and tease you questioning what your wife has had to say about your performance in the bedroom. I bring my feet together around your cock and start to stroke.. bending and extending my legs as I pump you and tease about your size.

I watch you.. looking into your eyes with that resting bitchy look on my face as I ask you if you remember all those times I embarrassed you, was mean to you, all those times I was a bitch to you..? My legs bending and extending the entire time, jerking you off with my soft feet as I make you remember every shitty thing I ever did to you. I hike my skirt all the way up around my waist and lay back on my office desk, my legs fall limp over the side as I say “Fuck me like you hate me.”

I could feel your hesitancy tearing you two ways on this command. So many mixed emotions I’m putting you through as I feel your reluctance give way to obedience, you step forward positioning yourself with the tip pressed to my slit. Your hands take hold of my hips, and your eyes meet mine with such a conflicted look of arousal and disgust on your face. I start to draw a breath to brace myself but before I can you slam your length into me and take my breath away with as much force as you can, shaking my desk with the impact of your pelvis. I moan out so loud when you take me and make me feel every inch of your shaft spear into my sex as hard as you can over and over again, things are falling off of my desk and scattering to the floor from the impact of your thrusts. The sound of your balls slapping my ass echoes in my office, punishing me for being such a bitch with each slap.

I try to taunt you some more but the moment you hear me open my mouth to tease you give me a slap across the cheek and cover my mouth with your hand, fucking your cock into me like you’re trying to make my pussy sore. My eyes never leave yours the entire time, and you can see the look of surprise in them when I feel the head of your cock beating against my cervix. You’re so fucking hard inside of me that it’s making me want to cum already, especially when you’re using it to punish me the way you are. You’re making me get all juicy, squelching lewdly with your thrusts. My pussy tightens around you, my walls squeezing you good in my grip as I start to cum.

The moment you feel me start is when you take your hands and wrap them around my throat, strangling me good. My face and cheeks flush red as you strangle and fuck me for all your worth, making me take your manhood all the way up to my cervix.. beating the head of your cock against it as hard as you can. My face turns bright red when you make me squirt a little from cumming so hard, scenting you in my juices. You let go of my throat long enough to let me draw a little breath but you smack my cheek again with your hand while you do, leaving a red mark. Your shaft feels like it’s getting even stiffer inside me and I start to say something but you cut me off by choking me out again. I try to convey the panic I feel when I look into your eyes, but you’re not noticing or caring to notice.. you’re just plowing away between my legs, building yourself up with hard jolting thrusts that rock my office desk. Your hands squeeze even tighter as you moan your pleasure out loud and sink yourself to the root inside of me.. holding yourself so deep it feels like you’re in my belly, I feel your hot seed shoot.

Oh god, I can feel you shoot! You make me cum again, with you this time, setting me off all over again when you make me take your sperm into my womb. So many mixed emotions as I feel your heat pump into me, I didn’t want a creampie! I’m not on birth control, I could get pregnant. You’re giving me more than I bargained for, groaning so loud as you make sure I get every last drop before you release my throat from your grip. I can finally cry out, “You were suppose to pull out, asshole!” The last thing you see before you leave work for the day is the sight of your boss trying to finger scoop all the sperm out from her pussy while shouting what a dumb ass you are.

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April’s Passcode: REGNANT

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