Command him to worship your ass

"On your knees, Sneet," you command. He does not immediately comply and your eyes burn with anger. You bark the command at him and at last he drops to his knees. You reach a hand down and gently cradle his chin. You lift his face so that he looks up at you, from your knees over your tight bodysuit and your slender, fit body, all the way up to your breasts and your wickedly smiling face.

"What had you hoped to accomplish, little worm?" you ask and squeeze his cheeks. "What was your desire? Would you have had me on my knees like you are now, your pitiful little cock in my mouth? Is that it? Or would you have thrown your arrogant superior over her desk and taught me a thing or two about being fucked in the ass?"

You release his face.

"That's it, isn't it?" You stride slowly around him. "You lusted after this firm bottom. You wanted to make it yours, didn't you? Didn't you!?"

"Y-yes, ship's mistress."

"A-ha!" You clap your hands. "Well, little worm, if it's my ass you want then that's what you will have."

You turn your back to him and bend slowly over your desk. As you do you push your ass out towards him, letting your hand rove over the firm cheeks packed into your uniform bodysuit. You reach to the waist and slide them down, keeping your legs together and pushing your ass out even more. Your pale skin contrasts with your black uniform as you expose your naked flesh to Sneet. Your pussy is squished between your thighs, swollen and glistening with the juice of your growing arousal. You reach back, watching Sneet's red face for every reaction, and smack your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.

"Mmmmmm," you say, "is this what you wanted?" SMACK! "Have a look, little worm."

Your fingers tease the warm crescent of your crack and you pull your cheeks apart with one hand, exposing the tight, pink knot of your asshole to your subordinate.

"That's right," you say, "get over here, worm."

Sneet complies, shuffling behind you on his knees. You reach back and grab his head by his hair.

"Worship my ass," you say, "lavish it with attention."

You pull his face against your ass and he immediately begins kissing all over your firm cheeks. His lips travel up and down, but you pull up him deeper so that his warm kiss follows the swell of your ass and moves closer and closer to your crack. You spread yourself open with one hand again and pull him against your ass, smothering him in your cheeks, his nose and mouth buried in your crack.

"Smell the sweat of my exertion?" You tease him. "The hot musk of my intimate body? I want it cleaned...I want...ohhhhhhh...," your orders trail off as Sneet grabs your ass and enthusiastically begins rimming your tight hole. His hot tongue knifes into your clenched ass and slathers it in twirling licks. He bathes your crack with his tongue, burying himself willingly in your ass. Not only is he enthusiastic, he is quite talented, and in moments he's tongue deep into your hole.

You reach beneath your body and down to your dripping slit and begin frigging yourself. Your clit strains against your fingers as Sneet tongue-fucks your hole.

"Oh fuck," you moan, "you dirty little worm. Eat my sweet ass, Sneet. Lick it good. You're going to make me cum. You're going to...ahhhh..."

You fuck back against him, rolling your hips as you diddle your button. You throw back your head and explode, the hot clench of your hole working around his tongue as cunny contractions ripple through your loins. You push your ass back against him and reach back to hold him, hold his stupid little face still while you finger your surging cunt. You collapse forward onto the desk, laying gasping like a fish, ass upthrust. Sneet follows your movement and stands behind you and continues rimming you. What a naughty one he is, licking you like his tongue belongs squirming in your ass.

"Enough!" you gasp and you have to repeat yourself twice before he stops and reluctantly his tongue slithers from your spit-soaked crack. You stand and face your upstart first officer. He drags a sleeve over his mouth to clear the drool from his lips. His eyes flick to the exposed mound of your pussy, flushed and swollen with sex. You brush a strand of hair from your sweat-damp forehead and smile at the sight of Lt. Sneet's cock straining against the fabric of his uniform pants.

The air is charged with scent of your arousal, but also the stiff possibility of Sneet's prick. It's too bad letting him cram that hard prick inside you would ruin a perfectly good lesson about obedience.