*I got a request for this story a while back, sorry it took so long- I really hope you enjoy it and part 2 is in the works*
I looked down at my silver wrist watch and grunted, 20 minutes I’d been waiting for this inexperienced girl now. I still thought it ridiculous that someone so young be sent to negotiate with me. I was going to steamroll her, she wouldn’t know what’s coming.
“You can go in now” her bumbling secretary said, finally pulling his head out of the clouds. With that I grabbed the door and swung it open, rushing into the room.
“Mr. Smith, how nice to meet you.” Miss. Dormer said, disarming my anger as I took in her radiant figure. She was wearing a classy white dress, with short sleeves and a tight button up top and a revealing wide neckline and sleek, tight skirt. Her dark, brown hair pulled into a tight, high bun, revealing piercing brown eyes and a professional smile.
“Mi-miss Dormer, how good to finally meet” I stumbled, struggling to keep my gaze from her athletic frame.
“Shall we get to business” she said,
“Yes” my brain snapping into focus, “I know, you’re inexperienced so I’ll offer a good deal as a courtesy, 15%” I said with confidence. Sitting down on the brown leather chair, discarding my blazer and propping my feet up on the coffee table.
“That’s not going to work very well for me” she said authoritatively “equal share is the logical division”
“You must be joking. Our name alone is worth more than 50%” I said dismissively, shocked by her arrogance.
“Now, now. Calm down.” She said, the sound of her heels reverberating around the office as she drew the blinds in her office before returning to her big wooden desk “50% is fair for all of the benefits we provide.”
“I have beard hairs older than you, anything above 25% is laughable. You ought to show us some respect!” I exclaimed, I was now standing over her desk, leaning over.
Miss. Dormer suddenly leapt up from her chair, grabbing my red tie and yanking on it. “Now, Mr.Smith I will not tolerate you or any other pathetic excuse for a man trying to intimidate me!” She shouted with authority, “apologise now!”
I was shocked, surprised by the firmness of her grip. “S-sorry Miss. Dormer” I stumbled, all my coolness disappearing 20 centimetres away from that beautiful, stern face.
“What gives you the right to storm in here like a bull in a china shop and try steam roll me? I had hoped you wouldn’t be as ignorant and stupid as the majority of your gender and would treat me with the respect I deserve.” She said in a very matter of a fact voice, her composure regained but her tight grip around my tie intact.
I blushed a shade of red, Blood rushing to both my face and crotch-being abused by this sexy, young businesswoman really got me going. “I’m sorry for disrespecting you Miss. Dormer” I said, pleading for forgiveness.
“Oh you will be sorry.” She said, releasing my tie, walking around the desk and pulling a loose strand of silky hair back behind her ear. “Get on your knees and kiss my feet boy” she ordered calmly.
“Umm what?” I stumbled, confused at the order.
She quickly snatched my balls in her fist through my black suit trousers and held them firmly, “Do it now boy, I don’t like to make a habit of repeating myself.”
I fell to my knees, the pain of a warning squeeze rendering me helpless. Finally she let go and I looked up, her gorgeous eyes with a seriousness that turned me on. Fearful of more manhandling I lowered my head and started kissing her shiny black stilettos.
“Enjoying yourself are you?” She laughed derisively “typical man, tough exterior but all crave worshipping their superiors.”
I continued to cover her heels in kisses, she was right, I crave worshipping women, I was so turned on being at her feet and I didn’t want it to stop.
Miss. Dormer, leaned back, perching her butt on the wooden desk and lifted her left foot, “Lick it clean boy” she ordered.
I quickly complied, running my tongue all over the red sole of her heels, removing all the dirt from this young goddess’s shoes. I then took the 3 inch stiletto into my mouth and sucked it clean.
“Good boy!” she exclaimed
My cock swelled even larger, straining against my trousers, delighted by the approval I longed for. I repeated this task with the right heel before kissing the tops of her feet and looked up at the glorious sight of the younger women standing over me.
“Good boy, you have been forgiven for your crass behaviour earlier. Now wait there” she said, before smoothing her white dress and locking me in the office.
I panted, my heart rate higher than it had been in years, my cock as hard as a rock, threatening to poke a hole through my suit. This woman, easily 20 years his younger had set him alight with desire. He would do anything he could to please her and couldn’t control his excitement at what would happen upon her return.