New trick

I pulled that new dress up over your hips the second you opened the door, my hand already wrapped around your throat, pushing you backward into the apartment. The black straps cut into your skin as I bent you over the arm of the couch, not even bothering to take the dress off completely. Just yanked the sheer fabric aside, exposed your wet cunt, and slammed into you without warning.

You gasped, that pathetic little noise you make when you realize you're not in control anymore. I grabbed a fistful of your blonde hair, twisted it tight, and **** your face down into the cushions. My other hand found your ass, spreading you open, and I pushed my thumb into your tight hole while I fucked your pussy from behind.

"That's right, you dumb bitch," I growled, grinding deep, feeling your walls clench around me. "Remember who you belong to."

I pulled out, flipped you over, and climbed onto the couch, straddling your chest. Your eyes were wide, mascara already smudged, lips parted. I slapped my cock against your cheek, then your mouth, watching you open obediently. I shoved my balls against your lips, letting you suck them one at a time, humming as you worked your tongue over them like a good little slut.

"Used to run a company, huh?" I laughed, pressing my cock down over your face, watching you struggle to breathe through the weight of me. "Now you're just a cumdump for your BBC. Say it."

You mumbled something against my balls. I pulled back, grabbed your chin. "Louder."

"I'm your cumdump," you whimpered, voice cracked.

"That's right." I lined up your mouth, pushed my cock past your lips, and fucked your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks. Your nose pressed against my pelvis, and I held you there, suffocating you on my dick, counting the seconds in my head. Ten. Twenty. Your hands clawed at my thighs, but you didn't push me away.

When I finally pulled out, you gasped, drool and spit all over your chin, those blue eyes dazed. I turned you around, bent you over the arm of the couch again, and spat on your asshole. My thumb worked into you, stretching, then the head of my cock pressed against that tight ring.

"Never knew a CEO's ass was so damned needy dumb bitch" I muttered, pushing in. You screamed—muffled by the cushion—and I kept going, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt. Your body shook, sobs mixing with moans as I fucked your ass raw, using your own wetness as lube, my balls slapping against your pussy lips.

I came deep inside you, filling your ass, then pulled out and watched my cum drip down your thigh. I grabbed the new iPhone from the coffee table, snapped a picture of you—dress bunched up, ass red, cum leaking out—and showed it to you.

"Look at that. That's what a CEO looks like when she knows her place."