#evil lady

“No, no,” I snapped, squeezing my eyes shut so I couldn’t see her gorgeous form. “We are in public!”

“Yeah, so what?” She asked with a small chuckle. It made me feel pathetic that it only turned me on more when she laughed at me. She was so mean that it made my cock jump.

“I bet you even like that,” she muttered in my ear. I let out of a hiss of lust. Admitting how desperate this made me was shameful.

“I don’t want people to-“

She pushed me roughly against the wall. I sucked in a breath, and my dick twitched almost painfully in my tight pants.

“Timothée,” she cooed with faux sympathy. “Let’s not lie. I don’t think you care if your friends see what a needy little slut you are. If I were to wank off your dick in front of your friends, show them how you drip like a broken faucet; you know I think that would make you bust faster.”

“Holy!”

“There we go,” she praised me. “Embarrass yourself for me.”

“No, no, no,” I gulped and shook my head. My sweat dampened curls were blocking the gorgeous vision of her curvy form. My lips were swollen from biting. Curse my vocal tongue, I wanted to scream for her, but we were in the office. All my colleagues were here, I had an image to uphold.

All those thoughts leaked from my brain as her hand went to my crotch. I was already achingly hard from her words, my voice kink nearly in overdrive.

“Look at this,” she chuckled, rubbing my bulge.

“See, I knew you liked my ideas,” she smirked.

“I don’t.”

“Yes you do,” she corrected me.

“Hey Harry!” She called out as one of our coworkers passed by. Fear gripped me like a vice.

Harry was walking over in a saunter. Y/n was in front of me right now, but if she moved, Harry would see the tent in my trousers.

Out of pure desperation I grabbed her. I switched our positions so I could hide myself. Y/n growled in warning but I ignored her.

“What’s up?” Harry asked.

“Nothing!” I answered before y/n could say a word. She was glaring daggers at me and my heart was beating out of my fucking chest.

“You sure Tim?” Harry drawled, looking between the two of us. Harry was a bit of a mysoginist and if I said everything was fine, he’d take my word. In fact, he even looked at the furious expression y/n wore and winked at me. I was disgusted. I knew this was why y/n had called him. He’d be especially horrified with the power she currently held over me.

“Yes,” I said resolutely.

“Alright,” Harry said. “Have fun.”

“You little bitch,” snarled y/n.

“Mommy please,” I squeaked, unable to keep the title out of my mouth.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she smirked. She picked me up, actually lifted me!

“What the f-fuck?” I stuttered. It was so bad that I was even more turned on now.

“Come on, we’re going to have fun,” she snapped, using the words Harry had said.

She dumped me on my chair in my cubicle. I was throbbing in my underwear. I was sure the stain of precum I was leaving would never come out.

“You’re such a pussy,” she insulted me as she pulled her belt from her pants. For a moment I thought she would be hitting me, and why the fuck did that make another glob of precum leak from my tip?

No, she pressed my legs back onto the chair legs and used her belt to bind me there. I was by no means trapped, but quick movements would be impossible. If I wanted to hide myself again it would be difficult.

“Now, let’s see what Timmy has been hiding shall we?” She asked.

“No, n-no!” I protested as she unzipped my pants. Hot red embarrassment flushed over my body when her mouth fell open at the sight before her. I looked away, unable to take the shame. Regardless of all this, my cock still pulsed rhythmically in my underwear.

“Are those panties?” She gasped. They were. They were frilly and baby pink, a colour she’d complemented on me before. The thin material was soaked through. Like my cock had a heartbeat, it pressed up against the fabric over and over.

“You remembered what mommy liked,” she mused. For a moment I thought I’d get some praise, and my head turned like an eager puppy.

“You’re so fucking perverted!” She exclaimed. I groaned. She was laughing at me again.

“You wore these to work you loser?” She asked.

“Y-yes mommy,” I admitted, handing my head.

“And drenched them too, all from teasing,” she noted. The shame was working on me almost better than praise.

“Mommy, I-

That’s when I heard a click. My head jerked up. She was taking pictures of my swollen dick in women’s panties.

“What are you doing?” I demanded of her.

“It’s blackmail,” she explained with a wicked grin. “In case you ever fucking think you can manhandle me again.”

“But-“

“Want your family to see how fucking disgusting you are?” She asked.

“No!” I protested.

“Then you follow what I say,” she told me with a wide smile.

“You wouldn’t,” I gulped.

“Wouldn’t I?” She challenged. I didn’t know how to respond.

“It’s a bit sad you know,” she commented, as she looked for something on my desk. “Being an only son. Supposed to be the man of the house and blah blah, and yet you wore girl panties to work for mommy.”

“Holy fuck,” I whimpered, the words making my eyes roll back in my skull.

“Now,” she said resolutely, and produced a pair of scissors. She quickly snipped the underwear off my hips. It fell away easily. I loosed a needy breath as my aching cock hit the air. “Taste your shame.”

She shoved the scraps of gooey fabric in my mouth. As she did this, she gripped my cock. Relief flooded through me as she began to slowly pump me. I made a noise of complete submission.

If possible I got even harder tasting my precum. Her fist turned and pulled, up and down at a torturous rate.

“Mommy,” I said in a muffled voice.

“Yeah that’s right, call me mommy. You’re just a stupid little puppy who needs his penis touched,” she chuckled.

“Mmm, mmm,” I gasped. I was huffing in air, already close to cumming. My hips bucked up into her hands to get more friction.

“Moooommmmmy,” I cried out.

“Be loud like the bitch you are,” she taunted.

“You’re so disgusting. All this fucking precum all over my hand just from some pumpies.”

The rude words had me falling into a deeply submissive place. I gasped when her hand left my dick. I was lurching forward, chasing the feeling of her ministrations.

“Mommy,” I lisped pathetically. She removed the panties from my mouth. I could still taste the salt of my emissions.

She gave me the sweetest smile and whipped her hand across my cock. I let out multiple expletives. She did it again.

“Look at you, such a stupid little slut, happy for a hit,” she cooed.

“Yes mommy,” I nodded, admitting to my degeneracy felt thrilling.

“I bet you’d let me step on you,” she laughed.

“Oh fuck yes,” I whispered, my head wagging up and down. The thought of her pressure on me made my cock jump.

She grabbed it again and this time she jerked it harshly. Her fist moved fast. Her other hand held my face, squishing my cheeks as she made sure I kept eye contact with her.

“You’re so easy to bully you were practically made for it,” she whispered to me. “Eating your own spunk, wearing panties, letting me do all this to you and hit your cock.”

“Mhmm,” I nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I like.”

“J-just please let me cum,” I gulped.

“Yeah, you wanna cum over mommy’s hand?” She asked, widening her eyes.

“Yes, yes, please,” I gasped.

“Even though I hit your cock? And I am blackmailing you?” She asked.

“Plleeaaasseee,” I begged as I writhed. Just as I felt my climax build she let go. I actually let out a sob as my cock trembled with need.

“Mo-mommy,” I breathed.

“You,” she said, reaching down where I couldn’t see. “Are disgusting, so you’re going to cum in a disgusting way.”

Her hand came back up with her heel in it. I felt my mouth fill with saliva, ready to lick my mommy’s shoes.

“You’re going to cum in mommy’s shoe, and I’m going to take a picture. You’re a degenerate and I’m getting proof.”

I almost blew my load right there from her words. This was so wrong. Not to mention, someone could walk by at any moment. Yet…. I wanted this so bad it hurt.

“Let’s start yeah beta?” She asked. She began to wank off my cock with the inside of her shoe. She fondled my swollen balls as well. All the while she said the nastiest shit.

“Anyone could come see how depraved you are. I could send the picture I have to the boss. Everyone could know, everyone could find out. I bet you wouldn’t even care. I bet it would make that sick cock even harder. You gonna splurge? Cum in mommy’s shoe? Like a fucking dog?”

“I’m- I’m cumming!” I suddenly gasped. My whole body lurched into the orgasm. My abdomen was clenching and pulsing, my balls contracted and splurts of gooey cum shot into her shoe.

“Fucking gross,” she crooned as I emptied my entire load. I was panting.

She stood up and straightened her clothing. I was looking up at her like she was a goddess. She took out her phone and snapped several pictures of her shoe. This display was making me chin up again.

“And don’t think I won’t make backups Timothée,” she reminded me. I nodded, showing her I was listening.

“Have fun cleaning up,” she beamed at me, and turned. My mouth dropped open. She padded across my cubicle in stocking feet, her shoes off.

“You can’t be serious!” I squeaked.

“Deadly,” she commented.

“You’re evil!” I called.

“I know,” she replied without turning to look back.