Red Latex Seat

I placed my hand on her buttocks, and just squeezed. I could feel her taut skin even underneath this parody of a fetish outfit.

Anna-Marie gasped. But she didn’t make a move to stop me. I think she felt powerless to do so. She just felt the molding of her buttflesh as I squeezed both of the voluptuous cheeks like a child playing with a squeezetoy.

”Why...” she began whining.

”Because I want to,” I whispered in her ear.

I slipped my left hand through the hole the suit provided me. She was trying to move away now, but I pulled her back by her edge of the outfit.

”What’s up, babe?” I asked, as I gently began circling my finger around her warm anus. She shivered. ”We already had sex. Not just that. We had a fivesome. No reason for you to act so shy anymore.”

My middle finger found its way into her hole. It began teasing the butt canal of my artsy little redhead, while she was having really big problems adjusting to the new feeling.

”That... That was for art! Please, just... Stop, okay?”

Yeah, sure. Art. I could play that trait again. I’m sure I could come up with a lie that would convince her that what I was about to do was for artsy goals also.

But I didn’t want to. I didn’t think I needed to. She was so far gone already. Also... I probably got more points out of her this way. If she followed my orders just for the sake of following my orders.

I left her butthole in peace, removed my left hand from her suit and let my right hand travel down to her pussy. This time she was getting more nervous and crimson-faced. A small moan escaped her lips, and she had to put her own hand in front of her mouth to stop more from leaking out. She obviously didn’t want other people on the floor knowing what was happening.

I massaged her needy pussy for a full minute, until I just straight up shoved two of my fingers down her hole. Then I began sawing up and down, as she moved rhythmically with my fingers.

I bet she wasn’t expecting to get fingerfucked in her office today. By me. While wearing a red latex fetish outfit. And least of all... Liking it.

She was actually nearing an orgasm. Or what she thought would be an orgasm. Of course it needed my permission, but I wasn’t about to give something away that easy.

”Oh yeah. This pussy is so slick already. I bet all the stares you’ve been getting all day have really built up a furnace in here, isn’t that right, slut?”

”Don’t... call... me...”

I pulled up my hand from her cunt, and shoved both of my fingers in her moaning mouth.

”I call you whatever I want. You call me... master.”

She managed to slither away from my grip, I bet the sudden taste of her salty pussy was a little bit too much for her.

She nearly fell backwards trying to back away from me.

”What? You’re... No, this isn’t that kind of a relationship!”

”Really then? What did you think this was? I control your orgasms and what you wear. I’d say I have a fairly firm... hand in this relationship,” I said while exhibiting the palms that had just explored both of her nether cavities.

”No, no no... This is... insane, I don’t even consider us... Look, Jack, Friday was... We did what we did for the sake of the pictures. I don’t have any deeper feelings... than that.”

”Huh. I could’ve sworn your pussy just disagreed.”

”Stop.”

”You know what? I’m tired of this.”

And I was. I had just spent one of the worst hours of my life with Maria. It was just time for some instant gratification. I opened up my zipper, and pulled out my dick. Anna-Marie backed away a few more steps, but couldn’t take her eyes of my Behemoth.

”Get on your knees. Admit that you’re a cock-hungry slut whose pussy gets wet wearing fetish outfits to your workplace. Than suck my dick, swallow my cum and thank me for the meal.”

She stared at me in stunned silence for a few seconds.

”I... I can... sue you for... saying that,” she argued, not sounding convincing at all. She wouldn’t do that. She didn’t have the willpower anymore.

”Oh and you’re not allowed to wear that outfit anymore.”

Anna didn’t know how to react to that. But her body did. It was acting against her will now.

Slowly, she began peeling it off. She did her best to fight back her hands, but it was pointless. Little by little her lovely, fat orbs came into view. She tried hiding them with her hands, but her hands had minds of their own. They continued ripping off the entire latex outfit, until she was naked as the day she was born. Except for her high heel shoes. But I didn’t mind those.

The red suit was laying on the floor in one big pile. Anna-Marie was left with no other choice but to hide her nipples with one arm and her pussy with another. She still tried to pick up the outfit again, but doing so seemed to give her electric shocks. Eventually she had to come to terms with reality. She was buck naked in her workplace. Once again.

”You know what? I think this is my favourite outfit of yours.”

She blushed. And she jittered a bit. Oh yeah, she was getting off on being naked in front of me. The exhibitionist that she was. Well, her newest trait helped a little too.

”Fuck you... You monster,” she mumbled.

”Yeah. So. Anyway. I don’t think you’re being very co-operative here. Let’s just push this meeting to next week, okay? Perhaps then you can behave.”

I zipped my dick back into my pants. As I reached for the door handle, she spoke up with urgency.

”Wait! I... Let me wear something!”

”Next week.”

”No no no! Please! You can’t be this cruel!”

I sighed. Then I slowly walked back to her desk, and sat down on it.

I didn’t say anything. Just stared her down. In silence.

”So... Please, can I... wear something? Anything?”

I just stared at her.

She looked at the floor in despair, but eventually caved in. She knelt down, and looked up at me. (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+74SP) I loved the view of her boobs from up here.

”Please? Can I wear something? Please?”

I gave her nothing but a cold stare.

”Please? ...Sir?”

Nope. Not good enough.

She looked down, and frowned.

”I’m... a cock-hungry... slut. My... pussy,,,, gets wet... for we-wearing fetish outfits at work. Sir.” (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+76SP)

By this point, she had all but given up. She looked at my crotch, just dreading the next part.

But I did nothing. I didn’t release the beast.

She looked up at me questioningly. Once again, I gave her nothing.

She knew what she needed to do next.

Eventually she got tired of waiting. She reached for my zipper herself, and carefully pulled out my cock. The slippery precum was already coating it. All of this was getting me hot as well. (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+78SP)

She wasn’t bothering looking up at me anymore. She just stared at my monster, thinking how best to tackle it. Well, the simplest solution was always the best. She slowly wrapped her luscious, crimson red art school lips around my throbbing member, and I entered the warm confines of her wet mouth.

She sucked me tenderly, up and down, like a hoover on a low setting. I don’t know how often she had done this. Of she had ever done it. And I didn’t care.

As she carefully took more and more of me to her mouth, I tilted her face upwards to look up at me. She needed to know who was her boss from now on. And as she looked up and saw my towering figure over her while tasting all the flavors of my cock... I think the message was obvious.

There was submissiveness in her eyes. Perhaps a tiny part inside her knew it wasn’t that horrible to just give into this.

Which was a bit too sweet for my tastes. Her expression was cutely terrified as I strongly grabbed the sides of her head and drove my full dick down her throat.

Again. And again.

GLUK! GLUK! GLUK!

And again. And again.

GLUK! GLUK! GLUK!

Should I cum on her face or her throat?

Oh yeah, throat. Of course.

After about a good twenty, hard, push-ups into her wet face hole, I finally came. And when I did, I made sure her nose was smashing against my pubes while my dick was as far in her gullet as possible. She had **** but to swallow. Some pulped out. The load was that massive. But then again, it wasn’t like the floor wasn’t already covered in her saliva.

When I finally let go, she fell off my dick naturally. All the way to the floor, her head nearly banging against the cold marble tiles. She looked exhausted by the experience.

I stood over her, like a winner in some huge sexual battle. My dick still dripped its final drops of cum on her face, like a leaky faucet.

Then, for a little while, she just breathed hard and laid on the floor, completely spent.

A little too long. I was getting impatient.

There was one more thing she needed to do.

I zipped up, and walked to her office door once again.

She better get the message soon.

”Th-Thank you for the meal!” (ANNA-MARIE: +1SP) (+79SP) Anna-Marie shouted before it was too late. Good girl.

I turned around, all smiles. ”There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She turned her head away from me, ashamed.

I grabbed her by the hair and turned it back.

”And what should you call me, bitch?”

”...mas-master.” (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+81SP) She mumbled begrudingly.

This was really easy. Lord knows I needed that after Maria.

After that, I allowed her to wear the outfit once again. She was actually looked happy wearing the pornographic thing again. It sort of fitted her better now, especially with my dried cum still covering parts of her face and her make-up a little run-down from the influx of tears.

All in all, she looked like a real used up whore.

”Alright,” I said, while leering her all over. ”Let’s get to business. I need to decide which pictures we are going to send to Gretchen to be reviewed.”

”But-” she began, soon cutting herself off. Yeah, that’s right. I said ”I need to”. Deciding the correct pictures was her part of the job. But she correctly assumed it was pointless to argue the point. If I wanted to do that, I was going to do that.

”Don’t worry, you drippy slut. I need you as well.”

I pushed her chair aside.

”You’ll do good work as my chair. I prefer sitting on latex.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but I had proven in a very short amount of time that I could do anything I wanted with her. What could she possibly say that would change my mind?

Nothing.

She swallowed her pride and crawled down to where her chair used to be. (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+83SP) I enjoyed seeing her ass on all fours, but there was work to be done.

I sat down, letting my full weight be balanced on her back. She did an admirable job holding me up, not even faltering all that much under me.

I gave her backside a smack. She almost yelped.

”Good chair. Now shut up. I need to think.”

I spent a good half an hour picking out the best photos. Obviously, the ones showing my face, or the ones showing real sex, were instantly out. In fact, I made sure to destroy them. After sending all the copies to my cloud drive first, of course.

It was surprisingly easy to narrow down in the end. Some pics just were more artsy than the others. They had just the right amount of edge to them.

Just enough for a magazine that was about transition away from fashion into something... else.

Oh yeah. People would raise eyebrows. But this wasn’t illegal.

Although that pic of Rachel squeezing Alexa between her thighs almost could be.

I didn’t yet have an article go with these pictures. But that was an easy fix. I had a very a capable redheaded writer under my command, after all.

The usual mode of procedure here at the magazine was that the photographer would send their chosen pics to Gretchen first. She’d make her comments, and then push the whole thing to Teresa along with the article. Then the two came to an agreement what the actual article would look like visually.

So, once I had chosen my pics, I sent them to Gretchen. Along with a note.

”Gretchen. This is Jack. We’ll talk about these pics later.”

Obviously the stick in the wheels here would be Teresa. She would need some hard convincing to accept this whole thing.

But I was more than prepared to do that this week.

I slapped Anna-Marie’s ass again. This time she was surprised enough that she actually gasped.

”I just sent the pic with your naked, spanked ass to Gretchen. Then it’s just a small step before the whole world sees it. How does that make you feel?”

”nnngh...” she arched a bit. Something was happening in her crotch region.

I stuffed my hand down the hole in her suit once again, and felt around her moist pussy.

”Oh yeah. You love it.”

”St-sto---sttppp.....”

Then, I finally got up. She fell on the floor, completely exhausted. No longer needing to hold me up, she wanted to just lay on her floor and forget about everything.

”Get up. You’re coming home with me today,” I said casually.

She had a horrified look. ”Wh-What?”

”I’ll take you to wait in my car. Then I’ll pick up Lana as well.”