Femdom, 1986
Her smile was cold as she brought her firm, elegant hand down onto Jeffrey’s bare ass.
“Mr. Worthington,” she said, allowing the office door to click shut behind her. “Victoria Sloane, New York Herald. Ready to get this interview started?” She flashed him a smile, the kind that comes from wearing your desirability on your sleeve. Her maroon pencil skirt was temptingly tight, revealing an ass perfected through countless workouts. As for the rest of her: Victoria’s thighs were a little thicker than she would have liked, but none of her dates had ever complained. A wide black belt cinched her waist, begging for her subject to place his hands on either side. She undid the black blazer she wore to reveal a white satin blouse, worn fashionably loose. But it was buttoned just enough to hint at what waited beneath. She ran a hand through her chin-length red hair, revealing large gold earrings made to look like antique Spanish doubloons. The kind pirates drew their swords for. And like any pirate worthy of the black flag, Victoria was here to grab whatever treasure she could- namely, an exposé on the city’s biggest investment bank, Worthington Shane.
And there was no one she’d rather expose than Jeffrey Worthington III, the Vice-President-to-be. His gray pinstriped suit clung to just enough of his body to show off his physique. Probably a swimmer, Victoria thought. I’d love to bump into him at the health club. His dark hair was worn slicked back, drawing her attention to his high cheekbones and dark eyes. But his perfect image shattered when she saw panic in those eyes. “Yeah- I mean yes, of course,” he said. “They said Thursday.” He glanced down at his Rolex, as if it might tell him what day it was.
“Oh, no,” she said, letting her naturally alto voice dip into warm tones. “Wednesday. We can’t wait that long in the newspaper biz. You don’t mind, do you, Jeffrey?” He’s kind of cute, all flustered like that, she thought as she took out her tape recorder.
“No, now is the perfect time,” he said. Checking that fancy watch allowed him to get his footing, and he offered a dazzling smile of his own. “If you call me Jeffrey, I guess I can call you Victoria.”
“Please do,” she said, seating herself on the edge of his desk. Jeffrey shook his head and gestured to a comfortable armchair across from his desk. Daintily, Victoria took a seat and crossed her legs. His lingering gaze on her calf muscles, all the way down to her black heels, was unmistakable. When he drew the blinds on the windows and locked the door, her instincts kicked up. Either he’s had the same idea as me, or he’s got something to hide.
“All right if I smoke?” he said, producing a silver case from within his jacket.
“Yes- in fact, I’ll join you.” She recognized the cigarette at once, a Ritz. I’d expect nothing less from a spoiled kid like him. But he chivalrously lit hers first, and she found herself smiling. Victoria had always had a certain fascination with watching men smoke. Lust settled over her as Jeffrey put the cigarette to his slender, softly pink lips, and took a big pull. He exhaled the rich smoke, and she imagined him blowing the smoke right in her face. If she wasn’t careful, her panties would be soaked by the time the interview was over, and that wouldn’t do. She had plans for this handsome young man, and they began with the click of her tape recorder. “Let’s get started. Did you always want to follow in your father’s footsteps?”
The questions came fast as a series of whipcracks, but he did his best to sidestep them all. Just as she suspected. Jeffrey had no idea what really went on in the empire that bore his name- because his father, Jeffrey Worthington Jr., was the one pulling all the strings. And unless my instincts are wrong, Junior’s close to retirement…hiding away some money and shifting numbers around. Must know how to cover his tracks. And his know-nothing son is being set up as Vice President and Fall Guy, the minute Junior’s out the door. This should be interesting. As the interview continued, Victoria did little things to provoke Jeffrey, like puckering her mouth just so around her cigarette. She straightened the seams of her stockings while they talked, coyly asking if she had a run in them. When she stubbed out her cigarette and he went to put the ashtray back on his desk, she unbuttoned another button on her blouse. Now a hint of her apricot silk bra was showing.
“I know that look,” he whispered when he turned back to face her. He loomed over her, all six foot two of him, and said: “This isn’t about the interview anymore. If you wanted my attention, you got it.”
Victoria rose from her chair, with her blouse open to display her breasts. “I can help you, Jeffrey.” She stroked his Italian silk tie and pretended to use it to pull him closer. Laughing, she continued: “You just point me towards the people who really run things here. I’ll expose whatever dirty secrets I find, and pretend like I got distracted from writing a puff piece on you. You’ll come off as totally innocent…” Victoria’s whispers were so close to him that her lips nearly grazed his neck.
“Until the story breaks!” Jeffrey said. “I’ll have no place to go back to!”
“Attach yourself to someone who’ll cover for you. Play the hurt little boy when the story breaks,” she whispered, her cool palm resting against the warmth of Jeffrey’s crotch. Boldly meeting his eyes, she rubbed her hand over his sex and added, “We can help each other, so let’s make a pact to keep our secrets safe, right here. You know what I mean.”
“Here? Now?” he breathed. Jeffrey reached down and rubbed her hand harder against him. “God, the minute I saw you, I….well, it might as well be here.” Whatever happened now would be theirs to keep and remember, even if her plans fell apart.
She almost felt sorry for Jeffrey. But Victoria knew that unlike her, he’d never had to work for a nice apartment or fine clothes; and he’d never had to put himself in a dangerous position to get them. Once he started peeling her blouse off, however, her resentment began to fade.
Jeffrey then reached around to remove her bra, with Victoria pressed against his chest. Oh, it had been so long since she’d been with someone so beautiful, with strong, steady hands. It was time to let him explore a little and get comfortable. Then, she’d remind him who had his life in her hands. Jeffrey began by admiring her breasts — kissing them, holding and gently handling them, letting his cheek or the tip of his tongue rest in the warmth of her chest. “Your body is amazing,” he whispered.
“Yours too, handsome.” Grabbing his hand, she moved it to her hair, while the other cupped her breast. As his thumb ran over her stiffly pebbled nipple, he gently carded his other hand through her red hair. Jeffrey’s touch washed away every bit of tension in her body, leaving her warm with bliss. But she couldn’t lose sight of why she began this….although she certainly wanted to give Jeffrey as much pleasure as he was giving her. With a gentle touch, she ran her fingers over his cock, this time with both hands. “Noticed you right away. Let me lead?”
Then, as she kissed him once more, she began to explore the rest of his body. His chest was broad and firm under that wool suit, and she could feel the narrowing of hips to waist as she held him. As Victoria felt his arms encircle her, she wondered how they would feel around her neck, choking her.
“But- god, I want to be inside you,” he said, his voice dipping low enough to make her wet. Seeing the proper businessman’s voice shift to the animal within…yes, this was something she’d have to take her time with.
“You will, I promise.” She smiled indulgently at him, but added: “I’m not touching your cock again until you make me come. At least once.”
“Okay,” he said hurriedly. “You want me to…?” His powerful hands clutched the hem of her skirt, ready to pull it up.
“On your knees.” Her voice was commanding, but not cruel. A look of awe spread over his face as he dropped to his knees. She hiked up her skirt and widened her stance. Now Jeffrey could see her crotchless panties, and the wetness on the hint of dark hair between her legs. “Now,” she commanded.
He loosened his collar, undid his tie, and flung it away. Then he inched forward to kiss the front of her mound, licking her ever so slightly. Jeffrey wanted every last bit of her- her scent, her taste. Then let him be worthy, thought Victoria. His tongue met her flesh, eager to explore. Victoria opened her legs a bit wider as she admired the sight of the young man on his knees. “Good, Jeffrey,” she said caressingly. Jeffrey’s mouth didn’t take long to find the place that burned for his touch. However, it was apparent that his tongue could do little more than nudge at Victoria’s clit, and he never changed his approach. “Jeffrey,” she said firmly, “that’s not how I like to be touched.”
“What?” he cried. “ Jeffrey frowned and swept his hair back off his forehead once more. His lip curled in a beautiful image of disdain. “Listen, I’ve never had any complaints before.”
“Really?” Her voice was venomous, but she gave him a little wink. Once she kicked off her shoes, Victoria even knelt down on the floor beside him. “You were doing great, but I just wanted to give you some pointers….unless, of course, you think you should be punished for mouthing off.” No sooner had she said ‘punished’ than Jeffrey’s eyes lit up. Jackpot. I’ll be able to ask him anything by the time this is over.
“Punished how?” he breathed.
She leaned in and removed his jacket, hissing: “Do you like to be spanked?”
A breathy ‘yes’ was all it took even before her skirt hit the floor. Soon she was back on the padded chair, patting her knee and beckoning him forward. It would have been hard for most people to resist her- she wore only her thigh-high stockings, heels and earrings. “Before you take your punishment, I want you to watch me. Do what I do.” The young woman spread her legs and began rubbing circles on her clit, with the tip of her index and middle fingers. Her circles started off light, but gradually grew hard enough until she could feel the pleasure spreading to every nerve between her legs. Jeffrey copied her movements with his hand, and she coached him through the harder and softer touches. Not wanting to finish right away, she abruptly said: “On my lap. And if you upset me again on purpose, this all ends now.”
“I wouldn’t,” he said. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he removed it and happily bent over her lap. Jeffrey’s pants and designer briefs were already around his ankles. “But that’s all part of the game, right?”
“And this is your penalty.” Her smile was cold as she brought her firm, elegant hand down onto Jeffrey’s bare ass. It was nicely rounded with a slight tan line, and the red marks she left behind were stark against his pale skin. Faint moans of pleasure left his throat, only to be drowned out by each slap ringing loud as her hand met his flesh. She could feel his cock growing harder as it pressed against her thigh.
“Mr. Worthington?” said a middle-aged woman’s voice, right outside the door. “Is everything all right in there? The blinds are down and…”
“Ah, yes, Shirley,” Jeffrey cried, springing to his feet.He nearly tripped, as his pants got caught on his shoes. A startled Victoria balled her hands into fists and hid them in her lap. “There’s a cockroach on my desk and I finally got it. Call the exterminator to come tomorrow, would you please? And take the rest of the day off…the machine will get my calls. I might be here awhile.”
“Thank you, sir,” Shirley said, the sound of excited footsteps trailing in her wake.
When the two were sure she was gone, Jeffrey leaned against the chair, partly on Victoria’s lap. “Where were we? I don’t think you’re finished with me yet,” he whispered. He’d kicked off his pants and shoes. Now he was naked for her, and his expression was nothing less than worshipful.
“Start your mouth off slowly,” she said, looking up at him. It was hard to contain her excitement- nearly being caught had only made her more eager. “Move the way I showed you, with your tongue.” She extended her legs and gestured to the young man, and he removed her shoes and stockings for her.
Then, Jeffrey lay prone on his back with Victoria seated on his face. He put his lips to her clit, softly at first. But in moments, he was lapping at her the way a man dying of thirst would drink from a cool spring.
“So good, Jeffrey,” she praised, thrusting her pussy into his face again and again. His touch made the flames inside her leap higher and higher, until her body trembled with pleasure. Now she was completely nude, reveling in how her strong body joined with his to create this pleasure. And this moment, a moment revealed something hidden and beautiful in them both. Lost in the feeling of his mouth on her flesh, she rolled her head back as every muscle in her body seemed to release at once. As her orgasm washed over her, she felt her desire pool between her legs and onto Jeffrey’s lips.
“Jesus,” she breathed. He signaled for her to stop, and she quickly rose to ensure he was all right.
“You came, right?” he whispered.
“You know it, handsome,” she said lovingly.
“God, I barely know you, and I’m not sure about this plan of yours. But I want to be inside you; I’m gonna lose my mind if I can’t,” he said. His eyes were searching, but the light of avarice still shone through. “Please, touch me.” Smiling, she lightly pulled on his cock, increasing her force as he moaned for more. It didn’t take long for him to ask: “Let me inside you?”
“I’m ready,” she said, and leaned back as she spread her legs wide.
Jeffrey wore a shark’s grin as he looked down at Victoria, and his erection had barely faded. “You look it.” Her arms wrapped about his shoulders as he entered her, gliding in easily. Gradually his cock went deeper, deeper, until his eyes shut and he let out a satisfied groan. Victoria had gone silent, finding joy not just in being filled, but in watching him. He rocked her gently back and forth- not what she expected from a man playing the alpha male banker. And when she imperiously whispered “harder,” he obeyed at once, thrusting against her walls. Not once did she feel the need to play up her pleasure for him, or to demean him (though she would have, if he’d asked). Jeffrey handled her with power, but kissed her sweetly. He was a rare find, and she didn’t really feel a need to ruin him- just the bank. When Jeffrey came, it was with a whimper, and his head nestled in the softness of her breasts.
Strangely, the sight of Jeffrey above her showed just how vulnerable he really was. He’d finished, and his cheeks were flushed; his slick hair was now hanging over his forehead. His expression was overwhelmed. She tenderly caressed his cheek; when her fingers drifted down his neck, he broke into a smile.
So beautiful when he’s unkempt. Victoria edged away from him and spread her legs. “Lick me clean,” she whispered.
Jeffrey blushed as his face retreated between her legs. Whether it was from arousal, humiliation, or some combination of both, she couldn’t say. But it sent the feeling of power surging through her body, and it didn’t take long for her to come again from the touch of his tongue. He was dutiful and gentle as he licked every trace of his desire away.
“Baby,” Jeffery whispered. He kissed her, and they both felt the secret delight that comes with tasting yourself on a lover’s tongue. “Are you still gonna blow the whistle on me?”
“That depends,” she said smoothly. “I don’t think your girlfriend would like finding me here.”
“I’m between girlfriends at the moment,” Jeffrey said. He glowed with false modesty, a little smirk overtaking his face.
“Really?” Victoria said. “Well, I did promise you, when this story hits: you’ll come off as totally innocent. Provided we see more of each other. Sound good?”
He kissed her, right where neck met shoulder. That was all she needed to know.
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