Feliz día de las madres a todas las que somos mamá.

Y también a los que me quieren hacer mamá otra vez jajaja

“you know what happens if this gets to hr?” she says quietly, eyes locked on me. “fired. blacklisted. maybe cops. but i like having cute desperate employees… so heres the deal. youre mine now. my personal free-use toy. whenever i want, however i want. or these videos go public.”

she keeps the video playing while she texts me right there under the table... old pics and clips of me that i didnt know she had. then she leans in and whispers, “spread your legs a little.” i hesitate but she just raises an eyebrow and taps the screen. so i do it. right there in the busy coffee shop she reaches over, slips her feet under the table and starts groping my bulge through my pants, squeezing and stroking slow while people walk by. i bite my lip trying not to moan, face burning red, but she keeps edging me... bringing me right to the edge then stopping, laughing softly every time my hips twitch against my will.

“good boy. dont cum. thieves dont get to cum easy.”

after she finally pulls her foot away and lets me fix my clothes, i think maybe thats it for today, that im in the clear if i just behave. i stand up shaky, ready to leave the coffee shop and go back to my desk like nothing happened.

but the second we get back to the office and she locks the door behind us, she grabs me hard by the neck from behind, pushing me against the wall. “you really thought you were done, pretty boy?” she whispers in my ear, voice all sweet and mean at the same time. one hand stays tight around my throat while the other slides down and starts rubbing my cock over my jeans. firm, slow circles right on the bulge, pressing hard enough that i can feel every stroke through the fabric.

i try to push her hand away, whispering “please… not here… i cant…” but she just tightens her grip on my neck and keeps edging me mercilessly, speeding up then slowing down, laughing quietly when my hips start bucking against her palm on their own. “look at you, leaking already. making such a mess in your work pants like a desperate little thief.” she doesnt let me pull away, doesnt let me take my cock out, just keeps working me over the jeans until im shaking, whimpering, tears in my eyes because it feels too good and too humiliating at the same time.

she edges me again and again, right there against the office wall, until im begging incoherently “stop… im gonna… please dont make me…” but she just presses harder and whispers “cum for me, blackmail bitch. right in your pants where everyone can see the wet spot later.” i cant hold it anymorei cum hard against my will, soaking the front of my jeans while she holds me in place by the neck, recording the whole thing on her phone for “insurance.”