Seasonal Reset: Strict Supervision

Melissa stepped towards Sam, putting a hand up to push on his chest. He stepped back, again stumbling over his pants and thudding into the office wall. Melissa took the chance to press forward, placing a hand across his body and on the wall as she leaned in close in front of him. She kept room between them and her eyes locked on his, a delighted smile on her face at his clear and continued submissiveness.

"Were you playing with yourself while you ate me out?"

"Yes, Ms. Burton."

"Hmm, I can tell," she said, not breaking eye contact as her free hand found his dick. He let out a hitched gasp as her finger came into contact with the tip of his penis. She proceeded to swirl around the surface, spreading the precum around to lubricate him further. Melisaa knew it was making him feel good from the way his eyes shut and his lips parted, and she continued teasing him like that for what she hoped was an agonizingly long time. She leaned in close, her lips by his ears as she whispered, "I'll bet you were imagining sticking this inside of me. Bet you were lubing me up so you could stick it in both of my holes."

"Ahhh," Sam moaned, and his cock jerked away from her finger. She pulled back, giving him a moment to settle.

"You thought you'd get me all worked up, have me begging you to bend me over that desk and fuck me. But I'm not the one who's desperate for it, am I?"

Sam continued to pant and twitch; his lack of a proper response wasn't good enough.

"Am I?" she repeated with a firm tone, taking an equally firm grip of his dick as she did.

"N-no, Ms. Burton."

"You're the one aching for it." She kept her grip, but made no further motions.

"Yes... oh, god, yes, Ms. Burton."

"That's a good boy," she praised, starting to jerk his cock; his moan was honey in her ear. "See what you can get when you know your place? Keep that up, maybe you will get to put this in me. Maybe I'll ride you until all you can do is scream my name. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sam?"

"Yes, Ms. Burton," he confirmed, hips compulsively thrusting into her hand now; his precum was enough to give the motion a pleasant little "shlick shlick" sound.

"Prove it then," Melissa urged, speeding her hand up, going from barely touching the tip to bottomed out against his pelvis with each stroke. "Prove it's worth letting you inside me and fuck my hand like it's the best pussy you've ever had."

"Hnnng, yes, ma'am!" he gasped, now letting go and giving her hand all he could muster. She kept her grip firm, even tightened it a bit as he continued to hammer away. Every few thrusts, she snuck her thumb out, gathering more precum from the tip to help lubricate. It wasn't nearly enough, though, and it wasn't long before it was mostly dry. Still, he pounded on like a loyal follower, doing as she said. It might've been a little uncomfortable for him, but the way he shuddered and moaned in her ear told Melissa he had no regrets. His head had collapsed into her shoulder, and she allowed him that bit of contact, a reward for dutifully obeying her orders.

"Say my name," she ordered. "Tell me how much you appreciate this."

"Thank you, Ms. Burton," he gasped into her shoulder. "Thank you so much for letting me have this. Nnng, thank you for deeming me worthy."

"Yes, I suppose you've proven that much," the hand she'd been holding against the wall slipped along his shoulder and under his chin. She lifted his head to meet her gaze, enjoyed the glassy, desperate look in his eyes for a moment, and then gave him what she knew he was desperate for. "Go on, then. Cum for me, Sam."

Sam's groan was barely muffled by her shoulder as he gave a final few thrusts so hard that they almost broke her grip. Melissa held firm though, and glanced down with satisfaction as he fired blast after blast of cum an impressive distance across the office floor; thank God for the linoleum tiling they'd replaced the carpet with last year.

"Very good, Sam," she praised, nuzzling his ear. "No complaints to log on your next performance review so far."

"Thank you, Ms. Burton," he shuddered out, trembling as her fingers were again dancing along his cockhead. She stepped back and brought the offending hand to eye level, revealing the cum she'd gathered before slipping it between her lips.

"Mmm," she moaned, slowly cleaning her fingers off as Sam watched, enraptured. She pumped her pointer finger in and out a few times, really making a show of it for him as she contemplated her next move. She was aching between her thighs, all the teasing she'd done and the good behavior on Sam's part making her desperate to finally have him inside of her. Still, she had the balance between them to consider, so as badly as she wanted to throw him down and mount his still-hard cock - such a good boy - she continued to play it cool. In the end, it would make it all the more rapturous when she did let herself lose control. "Take your shirt off and lay down."

It seemed Sam no longer had any qualms doing exactly as she said, because he was quick to obey. His work polo was off in a flash, and she wasn't sure if the shirt hit the ground first or if he did. His cock was still a glistening mess as it returned to full mast, and he was looking up at her with obedient eyes, eyes that darted between her face and her crotch.

"Admiring your handiwork?" she asked, standing over him at the ankles before slowly taking steps up the length of his body. She used the same hand she'd jerked his cock with to tease along her entrance and rub her clit. "You did a good job eating me out, Sam. Made me cum hard with that busy tongue of yours. And you were such a good boy, letting me work you up and cumming when I told you to. Your naughty self-pleasure is all but forgotten."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Ms. Burton," Sam said, voice hitching as she stood over his groin. She teasingly bent her knees for a moment, bringing her crotch closer to his member, but quickly straighten back up.

"Of course," she said, hands moving to the buttons of her top. With measured control, she began to unbutton, revealing her black bra underneath. "A good manager knows an employee is only as good as the training they receive." With the last button undone, Melissa shrugged her shoulders, letting the top fall. "And I hadn't trained you yet." Melissa found the clasp at the front of her bra and undid it with ease, eliciting another yearning moan from Sam as he got his first look at her breasts. She obscured them again with her hands once the bra was discarded, cupping them and giving her nipples teasing pinches. "But I'd say you've caught on quickly."

"Yes, Ms. Burton."

Melissa struggled not to keep playing with herself, instead slowly lowering herself to her knees and allowing her ass to rest just above Sam's crotch on his stomach. She leaned forward, letting her breasts sway and grazing his chest with her nipples, an immediate reaction coming in the form of a hitched breath and an involuntary dick spasm that sent the tip tapping into her ass cheek. Still, he didn't move to take her, and she almost came from that alone. She'd hit the jackpot with this obedient little worker drone, and it was finally time to indulge in him properly.

"You've been the model employee, Sam," she whispered into his ear, again nipping at his bud. "I think it's time corporate rewards you for your performance."

Her pussy throbbing and desperate, Melissa straightened back up and lifted her ass. She reached back, gripped Sam's still-messy cock, and guided it to her equally slick hole. And though part of her still wanted to tease this along, Sam had been so, so good, and he deserved his reward. More than that, she was just ready to fuck him, and with a sudden motion, she buried him deep inside of her pussy, sitting snugly in his lap.

"Oh, fuck!" Sam cried out, no longer able to hold his composure. His hands, which had stayed so obediently still at his side, suddenly shook and grasped in desperation, grazing her thighs; how badly he must've wanted to grip her hips and start pounding into her. She sat firmly though, pinning him beneath her pelvis and simply enjoying the feel of him inside her. "Holy shit, Mel... I mean, Ms. Burton, oh, god! Nnng, this is... shit!"

"It's okay, Sam," she replied, allowing it to come out less in control and with a moan. She bit the inside of her lip hard, enjoying the way his cock was stretching her. She leaned forward slightly, taking his hands. "You're allowed to enjoy it. I'll even forgive that little slip because you've been such..." she placed one hand on her hip. "...a good..." and the other on one of her breasts. "...servant." She began to grind on his lap and bounce her ass. "And I want you to enjoy yourself. Just don't forget whose pleasure matters most."

"Hnnnnn, yes, Ms. Burtooooon," he groaned, eyes rolling back as he squeezed with a boyish clumsiness at her breast and gripped her hip tightly. Melissa let out a throaty chuckle at his reactions, now bouncing faster in his lap to keep him off-kilter. Her main goal was her own pleasure, but keeping him addled and enthralled was as much a part of her good time as the feel of his dick inside her. She'd teased him to the edge of reason, and the more pressure she put on him now, the longer he'd be under her spell, the better her ride and orgasm would be. He belonged to her, and she would rather entirely break his mind than let up and lose that control.

As she rode, she finally allowed herself to let loose again, to moan and curse and slam down onto him with reckless abandon. She had no idea how long he would last, but she didn't really care. He could cum, and she'd keep riding, bring him back and make him burst again if that's what it took to get hers. Fuck, it'd been building for so long, and the sight of him complete dominated below her, lost in the sensations only her body could give him, was more than enough to bring her surging towards her own limit.

Melissa wondered, as she often did, if there was a point too far she could push a man. She envisioned him truly losing all control, breaking not specifically from her domination of him, but from his basic sanity. She imagined Sam acting on pure instinct, overpowering her, pinning her down, rutting in her like a wild animal. Melissa's pussy tightened at the image in her mind, Sam, overcome by his lust and desire, claiming her in a grunting, furious display.

"You wouldn't, though," Melissa gasped, fucking him hard and dominant as her interior monologue spilled out. "No, you're a good l-little fuck toy, aren't you, Sam? You do what Ms. Burton tells you because you, nn, you know I'll reward you, know I'll make all that obedience worth it. Isn't this pussy worth it?"

"Yes, Ms. Burton," he moaned, impotently trying to hump up into her but being denied by the force of her hips crashing down. "You're worth it all!"

"You're goddamn right I am," Melissa hissed, squeezing her own tits now as she felt herself cresting over the edge of sanity. She wasn't even looking at Sam now, instead focused entirely on herself. And why shouldn't she? What was Sam but her toy. He belonged to her, and she needed him to confirm it. "Tell me who you belong to!"

"I belong to you, Ms. Burton!"

"Yes. You. Doooooo!" Melissa punctuated each of her cries with a loud, forceful slam, her body shuddering with pure ecstasy on the last bounce as an orgasm a magnitude more powerful than the one she'd had earlier tore through her body. Every nerve in her lower half felt like it lit up, an insane wave of pleasure crashing over her as she thrashed euphorically on top of Sam's cock. She was aware of his moans as well, both hands now on her hips as he came inside of her, and Melissa rode her own orgasm further by making sure to work her hips and milk every drop out of his dick. It had been so long since she'd indulged so fully, and god help her if this wasn't potentially the best she'd ever had.

"Oh, such a good, sweet boy," Melissa giggled, leaning in to plant kisses and shower Sam with praise as he continued to shudder inside of her. "Yes, you gave me sooooo much of yourself, didn't you? Hmmhmm, you made me so, so proud, yes you did."

"Th-thank you," Sam muttered, clearly overwhelmed with her continued assault of affection. Good. The last thing she needed was for him to internalize just how much she'd lost control in those last moments. She intended to keep ownership of him for a good long while. In fact, she was already thinking about bringing him home with her after the shift was over. Even better, she was imagining inviting Peter over as well, seeing if her texting buddy could compete with her new subordinate-with-benefits. The two of them fighting over her personal fucktoy-of-the-month could be all sorts of fun for--

"Melissa? Everything alright in there?"

Melissa and Sam were pulled harshly from their shared post-coital bliss as the voice and the knock on the door sent a shock through their systems, a sensation that only grew more overwhelming as the locked door handle began to shake. "I thought I heard something and... why is this locked?"

"Oh, shit, it's Gabby!" Sam whispered, suddenly hyper-aware of the position he was in. "Fuck, if she sees this--"

"Calm down," Melissa ordered, an extra snap in her voice. She'd been enjoying her lazy come-down, and here came the brown-noser to ruin her fun yet again. As she stood and approached the door, having to walk on legs more rubbery than she liked, she reflected on how badly she wanted to put the uptight bitch in her place.

And, as worked up as she still was, Melissa couldn't help but let herself do just that. With more reckless abandon than she'd have ever had if she wasn't already so high on the control she'd exerted over Sam, Melissa unlocked the door and swung it open.

Time to see how dedicated to climbing the corporate ladder this little busybody was.