Perhaps you never had any control in the first place.

It’s the end of yet another quarterly company-wide meeting, and you have no idea how you were able to keep it together. Your mind had drifted not long after the meeting had started, thoughts of getting fucked occupying your imagination for the better part of the following three hours. You gather your things and hand them to your “assistant” before saying your goodbyes. You’re congratulated on how well the meeting went, but you hasten your exit, eager to return to your office. You walk silently down the hallway, Gemma by your side, just half a step in front of you.

Then she says it, her voice a dark purr: “Cum. Now.”

And just like that, you crumble.

There’s no warning, no buildup. One second, you’re following her quietly, and the next, your body betrays you. Your cock twitches violently, and then you’re cumming hard, your orgasm erupting into your pants with a force that leaves you gasping. The heat radiates through the fabric, the wetness clinging to your skin as your hips jerk involuntarily, your body trembling from the force of it. The embarrassment burns, but it’s drowned out by the pleasure, as a huge dark wet patch starts spreading all over the front of your pants.

You stumble to your office, crashing through the door as Gemma calmly follows you in. She nods her head and you know immediately to strip down as quickly as possible. You roll onto the floor of your office, tearing off your clothes, your cock - hard as iron - snapping out of your cum-soaked pants. Gemma sheds her dress and walks over to you, kicking you in the chest onto your back. You groan in pain and ecstasy as her high-heeled foot stamps down onto your balls, crushing them underneath her toes like she's stubbing out a cigarette, and squeezing out a dribble of cum from your cock.

You gasp as she finally relinquishes her weight and takes a step forward, standing over your head. All you can see is her dripping wet pussy, and as she lowers herself down onto your face, you're enveloped in her sweet, musky scent. You know it will be hours... maybe days before you'll be allowed to cum again, but as the room fills with the wet, sloppy sounds of your tongue and lips worshipping her pussy, you know that all you can do is obey.

THE END.