My poor little secretary... What if Miss hadn't had time to take care of her favorite employee? No worries, she has a solution, she could never neglect her puppy anyway.
As soon as I call him into my office, he approaches my desk with a mix of eagerness and bashfulness, he lowers himself to his knees and rests his head on my thigh like a lost puppy, desperate to please. He would be thankful for anything from his Miss...
With a soft sigh, I finally take my gaze away from the laptop screen, absentmindedly running my fingers through their hair as I smile at such a lovely view. "Hmm, Mommy has been extra busy today, but I suppose I can still spare a few minutes for my darling."
I slip my right foot out of my heel and slide it on his thigh, slowly and teasingly inching forward to his crotch. As my stocking-clad foot brushes against the very obvious bulge in his pants, he lets out a barely audible moan, his hips instinctively bucking into the gentle pressure.
"Ma'am, that feels so good... please more..." he begs as he presses his body even closer to my legs.
Aww, I can't deny such a sweet puppy, so I press my foot harder against his throbbing hardness, applying just enough pressure to draw out quiet moans and whimpers from him.
I notice how he fights the urge to thrust into my teasing touch, no matter what, he won't disobey. Isn't that just so precious? You listen so well, my darling.
"Miss... can I move?" he pleads, his chest heaving with ragged breath. "I missed you so much, please... please I need you."
Oh, what a needy slut you are.
I chuckle at his begging, leaning back in my chair comfortably to give him better access. "Go ahead, rut against Mommy like a mutt in heat and make yourself cum." I instruct firmly, and of course, he immediately compiles.
"Thank you—" He wastes no time, holding my leg steady as he frantically moves his hips. His breath quickens, pupils dilating with lust as he gazes up at me with adoration and gratitude.
His movements become increasingly erratic as he finally reaches his climax with a shudder, spurts of sticky mess soaking through his pants while all he can do is moan shamelessly into my thigh.
I gently stroke his hair, letting him catch his breath, "Good pup, you did amazing..." I whisper praises and plant a tender kiss on his forehead.
Always a good little secretary for me.
