It was a warm summer day and Larissa was feeling particularly confident. She had recently taken over the company and was enjoying her newfound power. As she walked into her office, her mind drifted to the plans she had for the day. Suddenly, she remembered something she had promised herself earlier - she decided to give her humble slave a surprise today.
Larissa had been toying with the idea of facesitting her slave for some time now. She had always found the idea arousing and today seemed like the perfect opportunity. With a mischievous grin on her face, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror before making her way towards her slave's cubicle.
As she approached, she could see him peering nervously over the top of his computer screen. He knew something was up and his heart began to race in anticipation.
"What's wrong with you?" Larissa asked playfully, a smirk forming on her lips. "Don't you like your boss's company?"
He tried to shake his head but found himself unable to speak as she entered the cubicle. His eyes were immediately drawn to her ass, which was tightly encased in a pair of extra-tight jeans. She was standing right in front of him now, giving him a clear view of her glistening panty line.
"I want you to admire this outfit," she purred, striking a provocative pose. "I know how much you love ass."
The smell of her perfume filled the air as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing a black lacy bra. His heart was pounding now, his cock stirring beneath his desk. He couldn't believe what was about to happen.
Larissa stepped back, pushing her slave's chair forward. Her plan was working perfectly. In just a few minutes, her face would be pressed firmly against his cock, and she couldn't wait to feel the warmth against her skin.
As she lowered herself onto the chair, her ass made contact with his expectant cock. She moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of power rushing through her veins. His hands were gripping the armrests tightly now, his face turning red as he tried to maintain control.
Just as she had imagined, her face was soon pressed firmly against his groin. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and she could feel him start to throb beneath her. She leaned forward slightly, her tongue darting out to trace the underside of his cockhead.
For a moments, neither of them moved. They stood there locked together, their breathing growing heavier by the second. Then suddenly, without warning, Larissa pushed herself away, taking his cock with her. She watched with satisfaction as he let out a deep, anguished moan.
With a wicked smile on her face, she climbed off the chair and adjusted her clothing. "Next time you'll be ready for me," she purred before walking away, leaving him to imagine what she had planned for next time.
