In a dimly lit office, Svenja sat at her desk, scrolling through emails with a bored expression on her face. She could feel someone's eyes on her back as she worked, and without turning around, she knew who it was. Svenja took a deep breath and sank into her chair, preparing for what was about to happen.
Moments later, there was a knock on her open door. Svenja didn't look up, but her assistant knew better than to interrupt her without good reason. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "Um, there's someone here for you, Miss Svenja. A, a client?"
Svenja raised an eyebrow at him, not hiding her skepticism. "A client?" she repeated, turning to face the doorway. Sure enough, there stood a young man in a cheap suit, looking as nervous as he sounded on the phone. "What can I do for you?" she asked coolly.
The man seemed to struggle with finding the right words. "I-I wanted to discuss a, a business proposition," he stuttered. "It involves, um ... well, being under you."
Svenja's lips quirked in amusement. "Being under me?" she repeated, leaning back in her chair. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
The man swallowed hard. "I-I wanted to, well, hire you to sit on me," he blurted out. "To make me feel small and insignificant. I just ... it would be so humiliating, and I think I want that."
Svenja studied him for a moment, considering his request. She had heard of some rather eccentric demands from her clients, but this one took the cake. "And you're serious about this, aren't you?" she asked, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
The man nodded fervently. "Yes, Miss Svenja. I know it's strange, but I need this. I'll do anything you want, just please make me yours."
Svenja chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Well, alright then. If that's what you truly desire," she said, standing up from her chair.
She led the man over to the couch in her office and gestured for him to sit down. He hesitated for a moment before obeying, his heart racing with anticipation. Svenja walked around the couch, eyeing him up and down before taking a seat on top of him.
At first, the man could barely breathe under her weight. She was heavy, her thighs pressing down on him, but it was strangely arousing. As he felt her breasts graze against his chest, he moaned softly. "Are you enjoying this?" she purred softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
The man nodded frantically, his cock standing at full attention. "Yes, oh yes," he gasped, arching his back to get closer to her.
Svenja leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Good boy," she murmured before sitting up suddenly, leaving him gasping for air. She stood up, her hips swaying gently. "Take off my panties," she commanded, looking down at him expectantly.
The man stuttered, his hands shaking as he tried to unfasten her skirt. Finally, with trembling fingers, he managed to slide her thong off her hips. Svenja shook her head in amusement, walking over to a chair and sitting down. "Get on all fours," she ordered, pointing at the floor.
The man didn't hesitate this time. He got down on his knees and started crawling towards her. Svenja watched him approach, a wicked gleam in her eye. When he reached her, she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back gently. "Lick me," she growled, spreading her legs wide open.
The man's tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her pussy. She groaned, her hips bucking against his face. "That's it, lick me clean," she purred, her fingers entwined in his hair.
As he lapped at her juices, Svenja reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly. It twitched in her hand, eager for release. "Now," she hissed, "I want you to fuck me. Do you think you can do that?"
The man nodded frantically, pulling his cock free from her grip. He positioned himself behind her and thrust into her without warning. Svenja let out a moan, her hips pushing back against him. "Yes! Fuck me, baby," she cried, her voice hoarse.
They moved together in a primal rhythm, their bodies slamming against each other. Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing with the fluids creating a slippery mess. The man's hips bucked wildly as he reached his climax, filling Svenja's pussy with his seed.
Svenja let out a deep moan, arching her back as she came as well. As the throbbing subsided, she leaned down and kissed the top of his head softly. "You're quite the little submissive, aren't you?" she teased, sliding off him and standing up.
The man blushed, looking embarrassed but also strangely satisfied. "I-I guess so," he stammered, getting to his feet. Svenja turned around, walking back to her desk without another word. She sat down, picking up her phone and started scrolling through it again, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The man watched her, still trying to process what just happened.
As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but wonder when he'd be able to come back for more. The thought made him shiver with excitement.
