Yellow!

I froze instantly. "To the question, or the act?"

"Act. I'm not saying no, sir, but I've never done that."

"I'm not asking you to do anything, just wanted to know. Are we good to proceed?"

"Green."

"Good. Have you done what I asked? Are all your sex toys on the desk?"

"Yes, I don't have--" she looked at the desk and realized her mistake, she'd dropped the vibrator and never picked it up again. "No, sir. My vibrator's on the floor."

"So it is. Was that defiance, or a mistake?"

"A mistake, sir."

"Well, then, you won't be punished," I walked around the desk and she started to rise. "Stay," I ordered and she froze, blushing so much I could see it even in her dark skin as she acted like an obedient bitch. I picked up the vibrator and walked back around her, turning it on and off as I circled her.

"What are you doing?"

"Title."

"What are you doing, sir?"

"Making sure you never forget your vibrator again. Pull down your panties, but don't stand up."

It took some awkward and arousing shimmying and the panty slide, as I like to call it, for her to do that, then I pressed the vibrator directly against her clit. She writhed and moaned, but when I saw the tell tale signs of orgasm, and heard her remember, "May I cum, sir?" I pulled it away. Four more times I edged her, before I stopped and put the vibrator next to the dildo, then spun her over so she was lying on the desk, legs spread,

"Are all the sex toys in the house on your desk?" I asked.

She was shaking, eyes focusing and unfocusing, but she was very smart and sat up, looked me dead in the eye, "Yes, sir, all three of my sex toys are on the desk."

"Such a clever girl. You've earned a reward. For the rest of the weekend you can cum when you have permission, or when I do."

She stared at me, figuring out what I was doing, how I was...aligning our incentives, as it were. Then she figured out why I was waiting. "Thank you, sir."

"So polite. So obedient. I think I'll let you choose which sex toy gets used next."

Her hands instantly spread open her sopping pussy, "This one, sir!"

"What a good choice," I sat down in her chair, and looked at her.

She looked back at me in confusion.

"Did you think I was going to do all the work?" I asked, as I spread my legs and relaxed. "I've been doing all the work, it's time for you to show me what you can do.”

She rose, strutting over to me and knelt between my legs, undoing my belt. I had to help her remove my pants, but the moment they were off, she was on top of me.

I hilted within her in a single movement over which I had no control. I felt her pussy clenching and spasming delightfully around my cock as her breasts pressed into my face as she pleasured me in her own office, in her own chair, naked as the fuck toy I'd named her.

I slid down a bit, so she could ride me more easily, though not too easily. It was still work, especially in her weakened state. Usually I would help by lifting her up, easing the strain of what were basically mini-squats on my cock.

She was in good shape, but without help, her legs were going to give out before my stamina did, even if I'd been being teased since I walked through the door. Though her own arousal was significantly higher than mine, so, "Please sir, can I cum?" she asked, as she bounced, whimpers making it hard to understand her.

A concert of moans and whimpers was being broadcast directly into my ears, as my eyes were filled with an acre of black breasts and her pussy wrapped around my cock...it was almost the inverse of a sensory deprivation tank and I was enjoying the fuck out of myself, but I wasn't ready to cum yet. Well, I was. I definitely was, but I wasn't going to, given what she said, we had a full day, she was going to earn her praise. And her orgasms, which meant she needed to fail first.

"No. One free orgasm, you'll earn the rest, girl," I growled, tilting my head back and kissing her firmly.

She shuddered, humping me, then froze and whimpered, "Sir, please, I'm so close. I can't--"

I pushed her off catching her to make sure she didn't actually hurt herself as she landed between my spread legs. Her hands started to move towards her cunt, but I caught them easily as I rose, my throbbing, pussy-juice-soaked cock swaying in front of her. "Get back to work, girl. You want an orgasm, you have to earn it."

She stared up at me, "But, it's covered in my...secretions."

"And?"

"That's dirty."

I laughed, "Note to self: don't lick her pussy, it's dirty."

She glared at me. "That's not what I meant!"

"Clean my cock," I growled.

Her hands pulled helplessly in my grip, then she reluctantly leaned forward, licking my cock awkwardly. I was actually wondering if she'd never given head before, then she spat on the ground, but before I could object, she lunged forward and engulfed my cock all the way down to the root, flattening her nose against my stomach.

I released her hands and they began to caress my balls and ass, rather than falling to her own pleasure again. I pulled off my shirt, standing naked above her, in her own office, as she pleasured me. I felt like a king. Like a conqueror. Like a master.

I could be generous. "To make this fair, I should tell you, I won't warn you before I cum, if you want to cum without being punished, then you'll need to time it exactly right." It took everything I had to get those words out without revealing how much pleasure she was giving me.

The slut moaned in acknowledgement and kept bobbing her head on my cock, **** herself, but one hand was now between her own legs, as the other worked my balls expertly, waiting for the tell-tale sign of their rising, tightening fullness, which wasn't far away. Her tongue swirled expertly, teasing my head on the way in, before her throat welcomed me as happily as her cunt had.

She might have been an anal virgin, but this woman was one of the best cocksuckers I'd ever met. It wasn't going to be long before I came, which meant I had a choice to make...