You Should Always Worship Your Superiors… Right?

Before I could even finish recovering from my orgasmic haze Ramon reaches up and grabs me by the hair, yanking me up again off the desktop and pulling me in to a long and sloppy kiss. My hands immediately began to roam along his sides, feeling up his biceps and muscles as I let out soft little moans, before he inevitably pulls back, causing me to whimper.

“You’re mine.” He growls again, as his hand wraps around my throat tightly, pulling a quick gag out of me as he starts to shift my body on top of the desk, causing me to crawl slightly as he starts to lay down on top of it. “And you’re here to worship me, right?” He says, giving me a quick smirk that sent a chill down my spine.

I couldn’t help but bite my lip hard and giggle as I let my eyes roam across his sexy and toned body. “Yes sir…” I whisper, as I start to drag my hand down from his chest, down his stomach, until I eventually grab the base of his cock and once again point it straight up to meet my lips like I was holding a microphone. “Whatever you desire…” I say in a soft moan, before wrapping my lips around his cock and immediately starting to bob my head as much as I can, making sure between my lips and tongue every part of him is reached.

“That’s a good girl~” Mr. Namor groans as he puts his hands behind his head, and leans back slightly like he was relaxing nicely getting a massage. His eyes were closed, and his lips were practically in a fixed state of a cocky smirk, know doubt very pleased with how our meeting had turned out.

Me, on the other hand, I was hard at work as I continued to lick and suck every inch of his hard, throbbing cock. I was starting to get a taste for my own juices as well as I licked it off his cock and… I hated to say that I actually enjoyed the taste… maybe even more than Autumn?

Mr. Namor let out another very soft moan that pulled me out of my thoughts again as I quickly glanced up and met his gaze. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle a little bit, though it was muffled by his size filling between my lips. I then started to speed up my head bobs, doing my best to coat every inch of him with saliva as my blowjob became much more wet and sloppy.

“That’s it baby… that’s it…” Mr. Namor groans as his hand softly starts to drag through my hair teasingly, another smirk growing across his face as he watches the show. “Tell me how much you love this. How much you love being my little plaything.” He says, not even recording me, but just reveling in his own tricks.

Without a second thought, and a quick gasp as I pull his cock out of my mouth, I let out a quick little air headed giggle as I grab his cock by the base and shove it between my tits once again, letting it find it’s home between my flesh. I then grab each breast and start to squeeze them together, as if I was trying to suffocate his cock between my flesh, and then I start to bounce them playfully.

“I fucking love being your slutty little plaything, Master~” I say in almost a moan as I start to lean in slightly, my eyes locking with his as I bite my lip hard, doing whatever I can to give him a good show. “It feels sooooo much better here, than it ever was being against you in court~” I say, almost in a whisper before a quick giggle leaves my lips.

“Is that so?” He asks playfully, sitting up ever so slightly, laying on his elbows now as if he were trying to get a better look at me. “So tell me, next time we’re in court, and you see me on the other side, what are you going to be thinking about?” He asks, cockily, his smirk only growing wider and wider by the second.

For a second I hesitate as I stare up to the ceiling, as if I had to think about my answer, before a quick giggle escapes my lips and I look back down at him and bite my lip hard. “I’m gonna think about dropping to my knees, crawling over there, and sucking you off underneath that big wooden desk~!” I say, almost excited by the prospect of getting fucked in court as another giggle fit starts to flood out of my mouth.

“You wanna make me feel good, like the good little obedient slut you are?” Mr Namor doubles down, brushing some hair out of my eyes that quickly falls back down in front of them as I start to nod my head rather quickly. “I like that answer… but what else would you do for me?” He asks, that wicked grin still plastered across his face. “Would you take yourself, right there, strip down to nothing, and fuck yourself in front of the judge? Show him, the jury, and your own client you are nothing more than a slut, made for cock?”

The image he was feeding into my head only seemed to turn me on more. My eyes went wide, my jaw dropped, before I bit my lip hard and started to bounce myself faster as the image flooded my mind. “Yes~! Yes I would~! I’d do that for you~! For this cock~! For this fat~! Manly cock~!” I groan as I continue to stroke him now, and he lets out a quick growl.

“Then show me.” He says, lying back again on the desk as he rests his head in his arms again. “Pretend we are in the court room. Turn around and ride me until you cum, while you present your case to the jury. Try and make yourself seem reasonable while your slutty hole is being filled with cock.”