Facesitting Tales, Scene #04

Kimberly Kane marched through the lobby like a fucking hurricane in heels. Brunette hair razor straight, mouth set in a thin red line. She told the secretaries what was going to happen next and her voice carried like it was wired to the walls. Every department head would kneel. Every cube rat would open their mouth when told. They called themselves the Empire Girls, and today was her installation. No votes. No handshakes. Just the order. Kevin was the first one she pointed at. Barking through the plastic megaphone, she told him to drop. He hit the carpet fast. She had his skinny wrists in her grip before anyone moved, flipping him and dropping her weight until his face vanished between her thighs. Her pantyhose were whisper thin, the reinforced panel right over his mouth warm and damp. He tried to move, but her quads pinned him flat. She flexed once, hard, and the air left him in a thin hiss. Her minions watched. One chewed her nail. Another kept a half-smile like she was watching a game she already knew the score to. Kimberly shifted her hips, settling her nyloned sole across his chest. She dragged the ball of her foot down his zipper until the fabric tented. When she felt him trying to breathe, she gave him one inhale through the sheer crotch, then she turned and smothered him with her ass. The seam of the pantyhose split the cleft of her cheeks, and she ground until she could feel the wet heat of his panicked tongue where she wanted it. She made him work. Every pass of his mouth made the nylon slicker. Sweat and saliva soaked the gusset and turned the sheer beige dark between her legs. Kevin’s face went shiny. When she was satisfied the lesson had landed, she climbed off, pulled his cock out, and jerked him fast, using the same soaked nylon as friction. She counted down from five like it was a drill. He came across his own belly in three hard spurts while she watched, cold and amused. She wiped her palm on his shirt and stood. Next victim was already on his knees.