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Ms. Price's Pantyhose Foot Job Edging: A Story of Power, Pleasure, and Submission
The Boss's Revengeful Tease
Bart's heart raced as he nervously approached his office boss, Ms. Price. She had been giving him subtle signals for weeks, and he'd finally mustered up the courage to ask her out on a date. Little did he know, Ms. Price had entirely different plans in mind.
As he stuttered through his question, Ms. Price leaned back in her chair, her fingers tracing along the seam of her pantyhose-clad legs. "Hmm... I'll consider it," she purred, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Bart couldn't believe his ears. Had he blown it already? But then, Ms. Price smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "On one condition," she added, her tone low and threatening.
A New Role in the Office
Shaking with anticipation, Bart waited for his boss to continue. Ms. Price leaned forward, her perfect breasts barely contained within her fitted blouse. "From now on," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "you're going to be my office bitch."
Bart's mind reeled with confusion and excitement. He knew he should protest, but the look in his boss's eyes was too much to resist. Nodding slowly, he found himself agreeing to her terms.
A Foot Job of Epic Proportions
Ms. Price smiled, a wicked smile that promised both pleasure and pain. She stood up from her chair, revealing her towering height over Bart. "You'll do anything I say," she hissed, her tone threatening. "And you'll love every second of it."
With that, Ms. Price began to unbutton her pants, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. She slowly pulled down her pantyhose, leaving her bare feet exposed for the first time. The scent of her perfume filled Bart's nostrils, intoxicating him.
As Ms. Price settled back into her chair, she crossed her legs, drawing Bart's attention to her perfect form. "Now," she purred, "it's time for you to earn your keep."
A Lesson in Submission
Bart knelt before his boss, his heart racing as he stared up at her. Ms. Price pulled her feet onto his lap, her pantyhose-clad soles pressing against his growing erection. She began to move her legs slowly, teasing him with the promise of pleasure.
With each gentle motion, Bart felt himself falling deeper under Ms. Price's spell. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this – worshipping his boss's feet like a faithful pet. But the power she held over him was irresistible.
As Ms. Price leaned back in her chair, her feet firmly planted on Bart's lap, she began to speak. "You see, Bart," she purred, her voice dripping with honey, "submission isn't about being weak. It's about surrendering to something greater than yourself – in this case, my beauty and my power."
The Ultimate Test of Devotion
Bart couldn't speak, couldn't even nod in agreement. All he could do was stare up at his boss in awe, his cock throbbing beneath her perfect feet.
Ms. Price smiled, her lips curving into a devilish grin. "Tonight, Bart," she whispered, her voice low and seductive, "you're going to take my pantyhose foot job all the way to the edge."
With that, Ms. Price began to move her feet more rapidly, her heels grinding against Bart's nose. She watched as he struggled to contain himself, his breath coming in short gasps.
"That's it, Bart," she purred, her voice a hypnotic purr. "Show me how devoted you really are."
A Shocking Twist of Fate
As Ms. Price's feet moved faster and faster, Bart felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his cum building inside him, threatening to burst free at any moment.
And then, without warning, Ms. Price stopped. She pulled her feet off Bart's lap, leaving him aching and desperate. "Not yet," she said, her voice cold and unyielding. "You haven't earned it."
Bart couldn't believe it. After all they'd been through, she was still toying with him? Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes as he stared up at his boss.
The Ultimate Test of Devotion
Ms. Price leaned forward, her eyes boring into Bart's. "Here's what you're going to do," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You're going to take off your clothes and lay them at my feet. Then, you're going to beg me for permission to cum."
Bart felt a shiver run down his spine. This was it – the ultimate test of his devotion. With trembling hands, he undid his buttons and began to strip. As he laid his clothes at Ms. Price's feet, he couldn't help but notice the way her pantyhose-clad toes curled in delight.
"Please, Ms. Price," he whimpered, his voice barely audible. "Please let me cum."
A Shocking Twist of Fate
Ms. Price stared at Bart for a long moment, her eyes glinting with amusement. Then, with a mischievous grin, she reached down and tore a hole in her pantyhose. She pulled her foot out of the torn fabric, revealing her smooth, bare foot for the first time.
"Now," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "you can worship my foot while you wait for permission to cum."
Bart couldn't believe his luck. He grabbed Ms. Price's bare foot and began to kiss and worship it, his tongue tracing the delicate arches and toes. As he did so, he felt her power coursing through him, filling him with a strange sense of exhilaration and submission.
The Boss's Final Decree
Hours passed, and still Ms. Price teased Bart mercilessly. She made him wait, made him beg, until he thought he would go insane from the need to cum. And then, finally, she gave her permission.
With a cry of relief and joy, Bart shot his load all over Ms. Price's perfect foot, his cum covering her toes and ankles in a sticky mess. As he panted and shook with pleasure, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction – a satisfaction that only came from serving his boss, his Mistress, with every fiber of his being.
As Ms. Price watched Bart's submission, she felt a surge of power course through her veins. "You see, Bart," she said, her voice low and soft, "that's what it means to be my office bitch."
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