working under the table

She removed the gag and finally gave you some freedom.

“Get to work,” she commanded, placing her penis right in front of your face and smirking. "Don't disappoint me." Swallowing loudly, you carefully moved towards her erect penis. You began to lick it carefully, tasting the precum oozing from the tip. “That’s it,” she moaned, leaning back in her chair and enjoying the sensations. "Take it all." You obediently complied, taking her erect member into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it, trying hard to please her. “Mmmmmmm,” Lisa muttered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned, running her fingers through your hair. "Keep it up." Your tongue swirled and slid over her sensitive spot and felt her growing arousal. The muscles of her thighs trembled with anticipation. She grabbed your head tightly, pulling you close to her. “Harder,” she urged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel it." You did as you were told, sucking with renewed vigor. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with tension. “Mmm, yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth. "It is so sweet. Suck it harder, bitch." She moaned louder, her body arching upward in anticipation. Your jaw hurt, but you ignored the discomfort. Because you knew what your mother's disappointment would lead to. If you fail to satisfy her needs, you will be severely punished. So you redoubled your efforts. Your lips closed tightly around her engorged penis head, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. “Oh yes,” she whispered, “I’m close.” You felt her hand grab your head, urging you on. You felt her approaching climax.

The moment of climax arrived, and Lisa began to ejaculate streams of hot cum directly into your mouth. You swallowed her cum, afraid of what would happen if it stained her office. But you failed. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't swallow all the cum. The excess smeared across your lips, dripped down your chin and dripped onto the floor. You understood that your mother would be unhappy, but there was nothing more you could do. “Oh, crap,” you muttered, looking at her erection, “I’m so sorry.” Lisa brushed his hair back, squeezing you tightly. Her anger could be felt in the air around them. “I need you to delete this NOW.” “Mom,” you protested weakly, “my hands are tied. How can I do this?" You could tell she was clearly annoyed. "You'll have to use your tongue." You blinked in disbelief. "What?" “Use your tongue to get rid of any traces of my cum.” You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. You swallowed hard and leaned down, gently touching the sticky mass with your tongue. The taste was bitter and salty, but you **** yourself to continue licking the cum. “Why is this happening,” you muttered to yourself, running your tongue along the wet floor. "My own mother..."

Lisa watched you work, a mixture of amusement and irritation on her face. When you finished licking the rest of your mother's seed, you heard Lisa take something out of her desk drawer. There were clicks and within a moment Lisa grabbed your head and pulled you towards her still erect penis “Open your mouth, slut,” my mother ordered in a voice that did not tolerate disobedience. As soon as you did, she shoved her throbbing cock into your mouth. And then she began to tighten your head with straps, not giving you the opportunity to release her penis from your mouth, allowing you to move only in a small amplitude. You were attached to the small of her back and were now just a penis sleeve. “I can’t let you get my office dirty without you spilling a drop.” Lisa was very pleased with the way your throat vibrated when you wanted to say a word. “I have a lot of work to do today and you will have to help me de-stress.” - Lisa stated sternly, releasing her grip. You tried to answer, but your words were muffled by your dick. You felt humiliated, but there was nothing you could do to change the situation. You remembered working part-time at a diner, and you could definitely say that you had never looked forward to the end of a workday so much.

This went on for many hours. Lisa did not untie you even during the meeting, which took place in the office. And finally mom finished her work and turned to you with the words: “You did a good job as a cocksleeve and I think you deserve a reward.” She unfastened your head and allowed you to finally catch your breath. You were exhausted, but at least you were free from the bonds that had held you captive for most of the day. “Your mouth probably hurts from all this, doesn’t it?” - Lisa teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I think I should give it a rest and turn my attention to the other hole?” She pulled on the leash, forcing you to stand up, and put you on your stomach on the table, starting to rub her wet dick against your ass. “Are you ready for me, baby?” - she asked in a quiet voice. Your throat hurt a lot and he couldn’t speak properly. You knew that your mother's desires were insatiable, and you had **** but to submit to her whims. Lisa ran her hands down your back, squeezing your buttocks tightly. She spread your legs, exposing your tight hole and slowly inserted a finger, exploring the entrance. “Mmm,” she moaned, “you’re so tight.” You felt your mother's finger penetrate deeper, stretching you. “Relax, bitch,” she muttered in a lustful and hard voice. "I'll be rude."

You felt her second finger slide inside, and then a third. The body was shaking with anticipation. Lisa was about to penetrate you, and you couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and excitement. Lisa stood behind her, her hard cock standing tall and proud. She slowly rubbed the head of her cock up and down your slit, teasing you. She felt your body trembling beneath her. Without warning, Lisa plunged the full length of her cock into your ass with one sharp thrust. You screamed, your body convulsing from the sudden intrusion. My butt burned and hurt, but the discomfort was quickly replaced by a strange feeling of fullness. “Ahhh,” Lisa muttered, her voice trembling with satisfaction. "So glad.» She started moving quickly, inserting her dick in and out of your tight hole, not caring about your well-being. This time was different from the previous ones. You noticed that before, although your mother was rude, she controlled herself. This time her attitude towards you has changed. She fucked you quickly and hard, as if she was jerking your penis with a masturbator, not really caring about the safety of her toy. She fucked you mercilessly, over and over again. You started screaming, but she didn’t listen to your screams and only sped up. "Mother!" - you cried in despair. "Please stop!" She laughed cruelly, her voice cutting through your pleas. “No, baby,” she grinned. "I'm not stopping." Her words reverberated in your mind, their cruel intentions unmistakable. She wanted to break you, tear you apart and leave you in a broken state. “And it looks like you’ve forgotten how to address me, ****,” she growled, each word accompanied by a brutal thrust. You groaned in pain, but your screams were muffled by your tears. Lisa smiled slyly, her eyes sparkling with perverted pleasure. She grabbed the leash and roughly pulled you towards her. “Remember, ****,” she growled, her voice hitting your soul like a whip, “I own you. You belong to me". You felt helpless, trapped, consumed by her unrelenting desire. “Look at me,” she demanded, her voice cold and harsh. You saw the devilish grin on her face, the triumph in her eyes. She knew that you were almost broken and defeated. You could only lie there, powerless, while she declared her victory. "So what are you saying now, ****?» You couldn’t find the strength to utter words, your voice was lost in the depths of your devastated soul. All you could muster was a pathetic whimper, a single plea for mercy. “Please,” you managed in a barely audible voice, “forgive me, mistress.” Lisa looked down at you, her eyes shining with triumph.

"I think you've learned your lesson, don't you?" She purred with deep satisfaction in her voice. You nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” you croaked, your voice hoarse and hoarse. "That's better." - Lisa said smugly. At the same time, she did not reduce the strength and speed of her thrusts and was ready to release a portion of hot sperm. “Soon, ****,” she growled, “soon I will give you my warm juices.” Lisa paused, letting her last words sink in. She heard your ragged breathing and felt your shaking body underneath her. You were terrified, completely at her mercy. She wanted to enjoy your suffering, enjoy every moment until you broke down, gave up completely. After several minutes of intense thrusts from her mistress, she began to ejaculate the supply of sperm that had accumulated during the working day. Her cock throbbed inside you, shooting streams of hot cum. The sensation was overwhelming and she screamed in ecstasy. "That's it," Lisa moaned, her voice full of satisfaction. “Take it all, my little whore.” You were her toy, her doll, and you belonged to her. You loved it and hated it at the same time. Once Lisa finished erupting inside, she quickly replaced her dick with a butt plug.

The room heard the sound of a zipper being unbuttoned, followed by the click of a lock. You lay on the table, unable to move, your senses shaken from the **** you experienced. Your body ached and your throat burned from the prolonged oral stimulation. You could no longer perceive reality. Even the walk back through the office to the car and the drive home felt like a dream. A dream where your mother’s sperm-soaked **** followed her on a leash, and all the workers looked at you with such incredible lust and envy that it seemed they were ready to immediately rush at you and grab you in a crowd. How their erect penises began to stick out from under their overalls and wet spots from sperm appeared on them. How the driver of my mother’s car began to jerk off with incredible passion as soon as he dropped her boss off near the house and made sure that she had closed the door to her mansion and couldn’t see her. And the last thing you remembered before falling asleep was the moment when your lover pushed you onto the bed in the room that served as your prison. As she untied the straps that bound your hands and fastened the chain to your collar. She left you alone in the room, alone with your thoughts.

You were lying on a comfortable bed, but you felt like you were in a cage. It took a lot of effort for you to take off all your clothes and get into the shower. The water was soft and felt pleasant on the skin. As soon as you took out the butt plug, mom’s sperm flowed like a fountain from your ass. The weight of the collar on your neck, a constant reminder of your submission. The cold metal pressed against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the water. With these thoughts, you returned to the room and, falling on the bed, tried to sleep.