Edging and Release

"If only someone like that was around..." Grabbing the waistband of your slacks, she begins to slowly inch them over your hips. You move to help her, but she harshly slaps your hands away. "Oh no, you aren't going to move a muscle! Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Mistress!" You apologize, straining to control yourself. You knew both your job and your release depended on it! Bringing your arms behind your back, you clasp your hands together and let the woman work.

And work she does. Gripping the waist of your slacks, she lowers them at a tantalizingly slow speed. Even the rub of the fabric against your cock is torturous, much to your Mistress' delight. With glee she lets the trousers drop to the ground, finally uncovering your dick, the hard member standing at attention.

"Ahh, there it is," she purred, letting it hang in the open air. "And already so hard! Mom sure knows how to work a guy up." She brought her mouth close to your ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll have to take that tongue for a ride sometime. Mom is very... selective with who she approves. You must have done something to impress her." She punctuates the sentence with a kiss against your ear, sending shivers down your body.

"Anyway, back to the task at hand..." Finally, you feel her fingers wrap around the base of your shaft. You let out a hiss at the contact, a rush of feeling working up your spine. "God, you're putty in my hands," she giggles, leaning against you. Her breasts press against your side, her chin on your shoulder. "A new boy toy fresh out of the package. Haha, you're shaking, haha!" Still cracking up at your predicament, she starts to slowly stroke you.

You squirm in her grasp as she lazily jerks you off. Her grip is not hard enough, nor her motions fast enough, to give you the relief you need. You can feel the orgasm approaching, but each step takes an agonizing amount of time. The daughter seems to enjoy your suffering, giggling the entire time.

"Want me to go faster?" She asks devilishly, her free hand running down your back. Before you can answer, she continues "Well, remember that this is a favor I'm doing for you. Think of it as a bonus. And new hires don't get to ask for bigger bonuses, do they?"

"N-no, Mistress," you **** out, gritting your teeth.

"Good boy. Maybe you will last here..." Giving you a rewarding kiss on the cheek, she continues at her current pace. Every so often she releases your member to spit on her hand, your unattended hard-on aching until she resumes. All the while grinding her toned body against your side, teasing you even more. It took all your mental power not to thrust into her hand, not to beg her to go faster, not to throw her off and finish the job yourself. You stand strong, though, weathering the storm.

Suddenly, something brings your attention to the doorway. Through all of this, you failed to realize that the daughter had left the door wide open! Standing in the doorway was another maid, obviously on her way somewhere else. You had caught her eye, the woman stopping mid-step to gander at your predicament. The brunette was a bit older than you, perhaps in her late twenties. However, instead of looking shocked or disgusted, she seemed more entertained than anything. She flashed a mocking smile, staring for a few seconds before heading off to her destination. You felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, the open door taking this humiliation to a whole new level.

The Mistress did not fail to take notice, erupting into another giggling fit. "Awww, didn't like that, did you?" She mocked, laughing even harder. Her free hand made its way down to your ass, giving the left cheek a harsh squeeze. "Your new coworkers seeing you wrapped around my little finger! Well, it might be something you want to get used to..."

As she continued to edge you, now also massaging your butt, a few more servants walked past the doorway. Each one took a moment to peek in on your suffering before continuing on their way. What scared you the most was how unsurprised they all were by the situation. A pantless servant being jerked off by the Mistress' daughter barely raised an eyebrow. If this was par for the course, then what else lay in store for you!

Inch by inch, your climax approached. Despite her slow speed, you could feel the cum being coaxed out of you. Every stroke making the pleasurable anguish worse, the anticipation making you go crazy. Your hands shook like leaves as you struggled to restrain yourself. You wanted nothing more than to take control, to cum all over this bitch's face, but you just couldn't. And while you hated to admit it, this frustration only enhanced the feeling. Just one... more... fucking... stroke... just... one... more... one...

With a groan, you finally hit your limit. As soon as the first rope of cum bubbled out of your cockhead, the blonde doubled her speed, milking you for every drop. You barely kept your footing as your balls were emptied, load after load shooting out of you. It was perhaps the best orgasm of your life, having been built up all morning! Being blown and ridden by the woman who hired you, forbidden to cum. Going down on your new Mistress, your job on the line. And now being edged for everyone to see. It all contributed to this mind-melting orgasm!

Only once the last drop was squeezed out of your shaft did the daughter release you. You collapsed against the desk, leaning on the wood for support. Unable to conjure words, you just sat there struggling to breathe, still processing what had just happened. Your Mistress examined her hand, traces of your sticky cum all over her fingers. Extending her tongue, she licked each digit clean, looking over seductively as she did.

"Mmmm, very good," she praised, though it was clear she was still toying with you. "I always prefer when the maids are fun to play with. It definitely bodes well for your future here." Well, that was good to hear, at least. However, your relief was short-lived as she leaned close, her face no more than an inch from yours. "But when you fuck me, you better last longer than that!" She stared into your eyes for a moment, gauging your reaction, before backing off.

Twirling around, she headed for the exit. "Oh, by the way," she called over her shoulder. "You better clean that cum up well. If Mom finds out you came on her floor, you won't be spending the night!" Your eyes widen in terror as the blonde skips out the door, closing it behind her. Looking down, you for the first time notice the damage you dealt the room. While most of your cum had leaked onto the hardwood floors, a few strands had landed on the carpet!

Uh oh...