It's his turn, but she makes sure he knows his place.

Deborah leaned back, closed her eyes and relaxed as her boss gently licked her out. It was very soothing. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and smiled down at him. She put a finger under his chin and pulled his head up to look at her.

"I think it's your turn now. Would you like that?"

He smiled like a maniac. "Hell yeah!"

Deborah didn't like that reaction at all. "Well, I happen to know the best, most intense way to get a man off. The orgasm will be better than anything you've ever imagined. However, it only works if you do everything I say, starting with asking me politely."

Brian froze as conflicting emotions filled his head. He desperately wanted to bend his secretary over and fuck her like a wild animal, but he couldn't risk upsetting her. She was the woman of his dreams, the woman he loved. More importantly, she was the only person he could talk to because of his social anxiety, which meant that upsetting her could cripple his life. He focused on following her instructions, on getting that massive orgasm she'd promised.

"I'll do anything you want, Deborah. Get me off, please. Please?"

The stacked blonde looked down at him, holding back her joy so she could look more commanding. "Well, okay. Stand up and take off all your clothes."

Her boss quickly stood up and stripped. Deborah leaned back in the lush desk chair and enjoyed the show. He had a really scrawny body, clearly the result of prioritizing work over taking care of himself. His dick didn't come close being a decent size, either. Still, it was satisfying watching a man strip for her.

When Brian got down to nothing but his socks, he noticed something as he was pulling them off. "Um, are you going to take your clothes off?"

The beautiful, blonde secretary smiled, sweetly and dazzlingly. "No, Brian, that's not necessary. Not for what I have planned."