Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

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I stand there for a moment longer, watching her as she tries to continue working, her face still covered in my cum. I can't help but chuckle to myself at the thought of how she'll have to explain this to anyone who asks. But for now, it's time for me to leave and let her deal with the aftermath.

I nod at her and say, "Yeah, I'm gonna go wait for her at her office now. Thanks for being my little cocksucking whore." She grins at me, almost like she's proud of the title I've given her, and replies, "Being an oral punishment toy is what I'm here for."

It's such a strange job title, but I can't deny that the thought of having someone to use and abuse like that is appealing. Maybe I'll have to consider applying for a position like that myself. Or maybe I'll just have to use it as a punishment for Christine, who's been getting on my nerves lately with all her taunting and nonsense.

As I turn to leave, I can't resist giving her one last smack on the cheek with my slimy, wet dick, leaving a trail of cum on her face. She doesn't flinch or protest, simply accepting it as part of her job. It's almost too easy to dehumanize her when she's so willing to be used like this. But then again, that's exactly what she's here for.

I stride confidently into Mrs. Tremont's office and make myself comfortable in her plush chair, feeling the soft leather against my skin as I wait for her. As I settle in, I reach down and undo the button on my trousers, freeing my growing erection and letting it rise to its full, impressive size.

Glancing around the room, I take note of the various items on display, including an ornate elephant statue on her desk. It brings back memories of the last time I was in this room, which was with my former manager, who has since moved on from the company. It's strange to think how much has changed since then, yet how little this room seems to have changed.

As I wait, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me. Mrs. Tremont is a powerful woman, and the thought of taking her here in her own office fills me with a deliciously taboo thrill. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but the risk only adds to the excitement.

As I stroll into Mrs. Tremont's office, I take a moment to settle down and make myself comfortable on her nice-ass chair, letting out a sigh of relaxation. With the prospect of some sexual fun with Mrs. Tremont, my cock swells up high, and I glance about the room, taking in the surroundings.

The first thing that catches my eye is a large ivory cock statue on her desk. It's quite impressive, and I can't help but wonder if it's a new addition since the last time I was here. It's not a dildo, but it's definitely a decorative penis that's just kind of there, standing proud and erect.

As I look out the window, I notice a neighbouring building that used to have a long, thin antenna at the very top of it. However, upon closer inspection, I realize that it has since been modified to be wider, and its end is now flared and spherical.

The sight conjures the image of a cock head in a very distinct way, and I can't help but feel a little turned on by the thought of it. It's as if the entire city is conspiring to remind me of my sexual desires and fantasies.

As I wait in Mrs. Tremont's office, I can't help but notice how much the room has changed since the last time I was here. The elephant statue that once sat on her desk has been replaced by a large ivory penis that serves as a decorative piece. It's an odd choice, but I suppose it fits with the overall vibe of the company.

I noticed another building by the side of the neighbors building, I notice the neighbouring neighbor building and how it has changed as well.

The once long, thin ad painting on that building at the top has been changed to be wider and has a long at the end, giving it a more wider, bigger and clear appearance, of a man fucking a woman and doing some kind of stamina pills ads.

Soon enough, Mrs. Tremont enters the room, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement as I take in her stunning appearance. She's the Chief Financial Officer of the company and a total knockout.

I can imagine how some people might be suspicious of her success, wondering if she got there by sleeping her way to the top. But as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter how she got there as long as she's willing to play along with my little games.

As I was sitting in Mrs. Tremont's office waiting for her to enter, I overhear some rumors about a division of the company that I am not familiar with and have no intention of getting involved with. It's just background noise to me, as I am here for a completely different reason.

As I waiting prwviously, I can't help but notice how stunning Mrs. Tremont looks. She's the finance division of the company and has always been a topic of conversation among colleagues, with rumors suggesting she used her looks to get ahead. But as I look at her, I can't deny her beauty.

Just as she enters room and my eyes are immediately drawn to her revealing attire clothes. Her jacket is open, revealing a blouse that's ripped out to showcase her ample cleavage. I can't help but feel a bit mesmerized by her appearance, and I wonder if she's intentionally trying to distract me.

In Mrs. Tremont's office, I can't help but notice how her pencil skirt hugs her curves in all the right ways, accentuating her toned thighs and shapely ass. It's almost distracting, but I manage to keep my eyes focused on her as she enters the room.

Her long, black hair is pulled back tightly into a bun, but as soon as she's settled in, she undoes it, causing her hair to fall in soft waves around her shoulders. It's a small gesture, but it gives her an air of relaxation that she so desperately needs.

Despite her beauty, there's a perpetual look of annoyance etched on her face. It's clear that she's had a long day, and I can't help but feel a bit of pity for her. I wonder if I should offer to help in some way, but then I remember why I'm really here.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that I'm here for a purpose. I need her to sign off on my proposal, and I'm determined to get what I want. But first, I need to make sure she's in the right state of mind.

"Mrs. Tremont," I say, rising from the chair and walking over to her. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit stressed."

She looks up at me, surprised by my concern. "I'm fine," she says curtly. "Just a long day."

"Well, I have an idea that might help you relax," I say, leaning in closer to her. "But first, can we talk about the proposal I submitted?"

She nods, but her attention seems to be elsewhere. I can tell that she's intrigued by my suggestion, and I know that I have her right where I want her.

I sit down in her chair, pulling my cock out and leaning back as I wait for her. As soon as she arrived at her chair, she wastes no time and drops herself onto my cock, revealing that she's not wearing any underwear.

It's clear that she's not interested in any small talk or pleasantries, and I can tell she's been waiting for this moment for a while.

I can feel her wetness as she grinds her hips against me, taking my cock deeper inside her with each thrust. Her tight pussy feels like heaven around my cock, and I can't help but groan in pleasure.

I reach up and grab her hips, pulling her closer to me as I thrust harder and faster, wanting to feel her come undone around me.

As we continue to fuck, she leans back and pulls her skirt up even higher, giving me an even better view of her bare pussy. I can't resist the temptation and reach up to rub her clit, causing her to moan and grind harder against me.

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