I made my coworker eat his own cum. ( SPH, JOI, Femdom )
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When I was working in the office back in the day, I unexpectedly developed a femdom relationship with one of my coworkers.
Most of the men at work had a crush on me, but one really caught my attention.
I’ve always attracted submissive guys who need a strong hand to guide them, I guess it’s due to my naturally feminine, but dominant energy.
His name was Alex - the new guy fresh out of college, assigned to the same project. From day one, I could sense his crush on me - the lingering stares, the way he would melt right in front of me when we made eye contact, and the awkward stutter when he would talk to me. He would somehow always find an excuse to be near me.
I’m not one to shy away, so I would encourage and tease, sometimes with a touch on the shoulder or thigh. Every time I’d touch his body I could sense him getting turned on, but trying to act cool.
We started spending more time together and actually getting to know each other. Our conversations became more unfiltered, touching on subjects about relationships, sex, past experiences. I don’t know why, but I could tell he was extremely submissive, just too shy to share.
One Friday afternoon, after a couple of months of this endless, unspoken foreplay I decided it was time to test the waters.
“Hey, Alex,” I said as I leaned against his desk, making sure my cleavage was on full display. “I’m swamped with this project and will have to work tomorrow, I could use some help over the weekend. I know it’s a big ask, but it would be really cool if you came by my place tomorrow. I could really use your help”
His face lit up, stammering a quick “YES, that sounds great! I mean, sure..why not” while trying to act cool, but his rushed answer and body language betrayed a certain level of desperation. I could not help but smirk as we arranged the details.
The next day he showed up right on time. I greeted him at the door in a crop top with no bra underneath, paired with yoga pants that left little to the imagination.
“Come on in,” I led him to the living room where I’d set up my laptop on the coffee table. I asked him for advice regarding work and he proudly kept talking, educating me on how to solve the problem. I kept stroking his ego, making him feel like “the man”. After 10 minutes of this I broke the fourth wall - “Did you really think I invited you for helping me with work, Alex?”
All the prowess melted in an instant, suddenly he was looking at me with puppy eyes not knowing what to answer.
“Tell me, have you ever been with a woman who knows what she wants?” my voice dropped low.
He started to blush as a bulge immediately formed between his legs.
I looked down and nonchalantly said: “Well, look at that. I think it’s about time we finally do this. Stand up and strip for me”
He started breathing heavily, looking at me in disbelief. But at the same time, without saying a word, following my command with no hesitation, like he had been dreaming about this for months.
He enthusiastically started unzipping his pants before I sternly said: “Slower, and start with your shirt!”
He obeyed and took off his t-shirt, revealing a toned chest.
“Not bad” I smirked, “pants next”.
And there he was, in his boxers, already tenting pathetically. I giggled, crossing my legs as I leaned back into the couch.
“This is it, the moment you’ve been dreaming of all this time. Do it.” I calmly continued.
He understood what I meant and after a split second of hesitation dropped his boxers.
I let out a soft, mocking laugh, covering my mouth with one hand.
“Is it gonna get any bigger?” I sarcastically giggled, as his little cock was already throbbing.
“You undressed with such confidence, and this is what you’re packing? Did you really think I would fuck that?” I asked
“I know, you deserve better,” he replied as his face turned beet red. But he could not hide the smile on his face, he was absolutely loving this.
I stood up and started circling him, my fingers trailing over his shoulders, down his chest, stopping just short of his sad little erection.
“Just look at that disappointment” I flicked the tip lightly with my nail, making him gasp and jolt. Precum beaded at the head almost immediately, betraying how much the humiliation turned him on.
“Pathetic. Get on your knees!” I instructed.
He dropped instantly, eyes locked on mine. I stepped out of my yoga pants, revealing my pussy - shaved smooth.
“Crawl to me,” I commanded.
And he did, on all fours, his tiny cock bobbing uselessly between his legs. I sat back on the couch, spreading my thighs wide.
“Lick. Use your tongue, since your dick clearly can’t do the job.”
He dove in eagerly, as I gripped his hair and guided him - circling my clit, plunging his tongue deep inside, worshipping every inch. I moaned, grinding against his face, my juices coating his chin.
He did his best and kept trying, but could not make me reach orgasm.
“Urgh…fucking useless” I pulled him up by the hair, forcing him to stand again, his shrimp dick still rock-hard.
“Stroke it for me. Show me how you’ve been playing with your clit when thinking about me.” He wrapped his hand around it - the head barely sticking out of the fist. I watched with a cruel smile
“Faster!” I ordered, as he was panting, already on the edge.
“Don’t cum until I say so! Now tell me how small and worthless you are.”
The words tumbled out in a desperate rush: “Please, I’m so small, I know I can’t satisfy you, please let me cum, my pathetic baby dick is yours and yours only.”
I laughed: “Cum now, then. Make a mess with that tiny thing.”
He exploded in seconds, weakly splattering onto the floor - not much, but enough to make a mess. I pushed him down, making him kneel in his own puddle.
“Clean it up. Lick every drop!” I instructed.
He stuck his tongue out, making the floor spotless. As he finished, I patted his head condescendingly. “You’ll be back next weekend, and bring a ruler - we’re measuring that disappointment properly.”
He was absolutely thrilled and we had fun together many times. Even though he never got to fuck me, he happily indulged into our femdom sessions.