Total Control

I'm a control freak. You don't get to be in a job like mine without being one; at just 41 years old, I was the CEO of a huge company. And I had a reputation for being quite demanding of my workers, especially my assistants, who I usually worked to the point of a breakdown,

Recently, I had to deal with a sexual harassment case. Apparently, even a CEO can't just take an intern's young thick cock whenever she demands. So, after an NDA and a payoff, it was agreed that I would have only female assistants.

I still loved my power over these girls, from being financially and physically dependent on my whims. I've often set impossible tasks to see them cry and beg for their jobs.

But something happened with my most recent assistant, Emily, a small, very sweet, obedient, skinny blonde. Physically, she reminded me of myself when I was younger; only time had made me much more confident and much more of a woman.

This is the story of how I began to control her and her boyfriend completely.  

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I had just finished an extravagant meal at my favorite restaurant when I saw them walking by.  

Emily didn't see me at first. She was laughing, relaxed. Her eyes lit up in a way they never do in the office. She looked free.

When she saw me, however, I could tell her heart sank. I had just spent the day running her ragged, so I assumed I was the last person she wanted to see.  

She was with an Asian guy who was boyishly cute, probably around 24 years old, with dark hair.

She leaned into him, grabbed his arm, and walked towards me.

"Oh! Hi!" she said as they approached.  

I smiled, that tight professional thing I always do.

"This is my Boyfriend, Jun," she said

Jun offered a handshake and when his masculine hand gripped mine, I was filled with deep envy.

They chatted for a moment. Polite, cheerful, nothing remarkable. But all I could think of was how this little slut was spreading for this guy every night. Was she using Jun to release all the stress I was trying to build inside her? I couldn't allow that. I watched the way she looked at him. The way her body softened in his presence.  

It hit me then, sharp and sudden.

I've been so focused on the hours she owes me--the tasks, the deadlines, the way she flinches when I call her name. But that's just part of her. She leads a whole other life--a life I don't see.

That was when I knew that controlling her at work wasn't enough.

I wanted everything.

-------------Two Weeks later------------- 

I had again spent the day berating Emily and giving her impossible tasks. I'm sure I had seen her big blue eyes well up several times, and my resentment toward her grew each time.  

It was now 8pm as I stood outside her apartment. I just buzzed the door and waited.

"Hello?" Emily said, her voice uncertain

"It's me," I said. "let me in."

Emily opened the door in leggings and a faded sweatshirt, her hair tied up haphazardly. She had no makeup and no shoes. She looked... startled like I'd caught her doing something inappropriate.

"Hi, sorry, I wasn't expecting--" she said

"I need you to run an errand," I interrupted, stepping past her. "There's a specialty store downtown. They carry that obscure oat milk I like--the Icelandic one, and they close soon."

She blinked innocently.

"Now?" She asked

"Yes." I snapped

She hesitated just a fraction of a second. I raised an eyebrow.

"Right," she said quickly, brushing her hands on her thighs. "Let me grab my keys."

I gave her the directions. Making sure that I was sending her on a long drive.

"I'll wait here," I added, already moving toward her sofa.

"Oh, my boyfriend is in the other room so I can just drop this around at your house if that will be easier." Emily said as she rushed around, grabbing her coat and wallet,

"No," I responded, "I will wait here." 

I made myself comfortable. Emily's couch was soft and sagging at the edges--the type you have to live with when you don't have choices.

"Don't dawdle," I said in a patronizing tone. "They will close soon, and traffic is bad."

She nodded, already halfway out. "Yes. Of course. I'll be quick." She promised.

The door shut behind her. Dutiful, apologetic Emily was gone, keys jangling in her frantic little hurry.

I stayed seated on her couch for a moment, adjusting the hem of my skirt.

Jun entered from the bedroom, looking for Emily as I turned to face him. He stood in the doorway to the bedroom, still holding a glass of water. Barefoot. Casual.

I could see the hesitation flicker across his face.

"Oh, hi. I'm sorry., I didn't know we were having company," he said.

"Well, you know Emily, very sweet but such a cluttered brain," I lied.

He smiled. "Can I get you anything?" He offered.

"No," I said. "Please, Sit."

He obeyed without thinking, perching on the armchair's edge across from me. Interesting.

Not the type to challenge authority. I thought. That made this easy.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your evening," I said, even though I had. "Last-minute work stuff--you know how it is."

I let the silence hang for too long, watching him fidget slightly. He was attractive in that vague, charming way boys his age like to be.

I crossed my legs slowly and tilted my head.

"She talks about you," I said

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. "She does?" He inquired.

"Mmhmm." I smiled--something between warm and clinical. "She thinks you're sweet."

He laughed lightly, embarrassed.

I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice like I was offering a secret.

"I assumed you were just a friend until we met, especially how she talks to the men in our office."

That got his attention.

Now, of course, Emily was nothing but professional at work; even though all the executives had a pool going to see who could fill her little snatch first, she remained steadfastly loyal. But I always enjoyed a little bit of character assassination, and this lie served to break Jun's own faithfulness

"Not in a bad way," I added smoothly. "Young girls like that are always very keen to impress their higher-ups. I assume she didn't want to broadcast that she was taken."

I let that hang in the air.

He looked down at his glass. "Oh." He said

"Don't worry," I replied. "I'm sure nothing is going on."

He looked up at me. Unsure.

I got up and strolled toward him with my hands behind my back as if he were my employee and I was scolding him.

He didn't move.

When I reached his chair, I stopped beside him. Close enough to feel the shift in his breath.

I reached down and picked off a bit of lint from his shoulder, letting my fingers graze the side of his neck.

A meaningless gesture. That's what it looked like.

But we both knew it wasn't meaningless.

"Emily works hard. Obsessively so." I said softly

I looked down at him then and let the silence stretch.

Jun didn't answer. He just sat there, completely still.

I turned, walked back to the couch, and sat.

"With all of her career goals and over time, It cannot be easy on you," I said

"Oh, it's fine, I understand." He replied as he fidgeted with his glass of water.

I beckoned him to sit next to me on the couch.

He stood and nervously sat beside me, unsure of what was happening.

"Now, if she goes too far and it starts to strain your relationship, you let me know, and I'll have a word with her," I said with false compassion.

"I will," replied Jun as he shuffled uncomfortably

"When was the last time you had fun together or went on a vacation?" I asked, fully knowing the answer and that it was my fault.  

"I would love to have more time together, but yeah, she is always busy," He said

"You poor man," I said coyly. I bet all that work has gotten in the way of her womanly duties," I added with a knowing smile.

I moved closer, my arm around the back of the couch; I glanced down at his shorts and saw the unmistakable outline of a growing cock.    

He was mine. I knew it; young guys are so easy. Knowing I had planted the seed of doubt about his relationship with Emily and turned him on, it was time to move in for the kill. I kissed him.  

Initially, the younger man's lips were hesitant. I caressed the side of his face and smiled. Caught somewhere between wanting to remain loyal, to cum, and the sheer fear brought on by my authority, Jun finally caved and kissed me back.  

I chuckled slightly at how quick and clinically I had taken Emily's little boyfriend. After all, she was only a girl up against a grown woman. Just ten minutes after sending her out here, we were making out on her couch, his cock aching for me.

Without words, I slid down his body and took off his shorts; I watched as his young hard cock sprung up, hitting his stomach.

Jun looked nervously toward the apartment door.

"She will be a while," I said. "Emily will never know,"

As I took in the sight of Jun's penis, I briefly wondered when the last time this cock had been inside of Emily, her mouth? Her pussy? Her ass? No, Emily wasn't the type for that, but I could picture her riding Jun, squealing in pleasure.

Poor girl. When I get my way, she won't be feeling that for a long time, if ever again, the best she will be able to do is rub her greedy little snatch in the shower to get rid of all that pent-up frustration; maybe I could eventually do something about that too?  

I quickly discarded my future plans; I had work to do.  

Was Jun's dick big? Ha, Of course not. It was about two-thirds the size of my regular lovers and a lot skinnier, but that wasn't the point. This wasn't about my pleasure. This was about control.   Taking something pure and sweet away from Emily.

However, pure and sweet would not be how I describe the boy right now, cock twitching in front of me, dripping precum, his hairy balls tightening, aching for release.

Jun sat there, his cute face filling with confusion and lust. I reached my hand out to touch his delicate young balls; I cradled them in my hand and gave them a little squeeze.  

"Mmm, nice and full. Does Emily know how to drain you properly?" I asked.

He looked conflicted as I stood up and leaned in close. I kissed his neck as my hand wrapped around his shaft. His young, now unfaithful cock throbbed in my hand as I started slowly stroking him.

The boy's inexperience was showing as he trembled with each touch.  

"Don't worry, Jun, I'll take care of that," I said, "but not here. Let's go somewhere more comfortable." 

I lead the boy into his and Emily's bedroom.

I stepped inside and looked at the bed, which was a cheap IKEA model. I notice a journal half-tucked beneath her pillow. Knowing Emily's worries, dreams, and whatever scraps of herself she was too afraid to say aloud could be handy, I thought to myself.

Jun was still standing behind me, with his hard cock in his hand, waiting for my next command, like a pathetically horny puppy.

The excitement of being in this room flooded my body. How often had Emily laid in this bed and complained to Jun about how mean I was to her? How many times has she come into this room and fallen instantly asleep after I had spent hours working her like a dog?.

This was her little private domain, and I was about to fuck her boyfriend in it.

I pushed Jun on the bed and removed his shorts, then ran my hands up his thighs.

I looked up at him seductively and slowly ran my tongue in his inner thigh until my lips reached his balls.

His young scent filled my nose as I started slurping and sucking on his heavy potent cream-filled sack.

He let out a groan as I began to assault his cock and balls with my mouth. I assumed Emily was a simple ice cream cone-lick kinda girl, but I wanted to teach Jun what he was missing; next time Emily tried to use her mouth to please him, I wanted him to think of me.    

Jun's moans filled the empty room.

His cock pulsed, throbbed, and twitched in my mouth.

I saw some of Emily's photos on her nightstand, one of which showed her with arms wrapped around Jun. I smiled and looked up at him.

I could feel him aching to cum. Honestly, he had done well to last this long.  Maybe I underestimated the boy.

But we were not done yet. I retracted Jun's hard wet cock from my mouth with a slurp, took my panties off, and straddled his face.  

He looked so cute as I swept his dark hair from his eyes. I lowered my wet pussy onto his eager lips,  

Electricity ran through my body; not only was this young boy pleasuring me, but not only was he under my control. He was betraying Emily in the bed she shared with him. His face was going to be covered in my pussy juice, not hers.  

As thoughts of what I was doing ran through my head, I began to grind my sex against his face. My breath got harder as I began to pant, switching my gaze between this cute, once loyal boy between my legs and pictures of Emily in the room.

Honestly, I didn't expect him to be able to make me cum, but soon the animalistic slurps, along with the eagerness of his tongue, were beginning to push me over the edge.

I grabbed his hair, pulling his face deeper, and my legs began to shake as I let out a moan that was more like a roar; Emily's boyfriend had made ME cum in HER bed.  

I collapsed beside him.

I considered leaving right then and there, leaving him aroused and unfulfilled; maybe he would be so turned on he would beg Emily for release; when she returned, perhaps she would be too tired, leading to an argument? Maybe he would have to skulk off to the bathroom room to wank, blowing his load on the floor, picturing me.

But the possibility of Emily getting back and benefiting from my work made me sick; I didn't want her to get fucked tonight; I didn't want her to have any form of satisfaction. Jun's balls were still full of young potent cum, and I wanted it for myself.  

I turned and kissed him and looked down at his painfully-hard cock

"Fuck me," I commanded, as his eyes lit up 

He hastily positioned himself on top of me, in desperate need of pussy.

I wrapped my legs around him like a praying mantis trapping him with nowhere to go; I felt the tip of his meager cock entering the tight wetness of my pussy.

Jun groaned as plunged his cock in one motion as far as he could. He began humping 

'Good boy, Jun, ' I told him, bringing his head close to mine, "Give it to me." I commanded.

"Fuck me with that 'big' hard cock" I lied. "I want you to unload, give me all that backed-up cum.'

Jun flopped around on top of me like a dead fish for a few minutes before he picked up his pace.

I looked down and watched his cute cock sliding easily in and out of my pussy.

I wanted him so drained that he would reject Emily if she wanted anything tonight; without warning, I felt spurt after spurt after spurt of his young hot cum hitting my cervix.

His face was contorted in ecstasy, mouth agape, as he caught his breath. Leaning back on his knees, Jun's face was filled with guilt, but before he had a chance to think about what he had done, I leaned in and kissed his deflated ballsack.

"There isn't that better now, Jun?" I asked.

We dressed and returned to the living room, but not before I slipped Emily's Journal under my shirt.

Only a few minutes later, Emily arrived back. First, we heard the keys, followed by her dropping the shopping on the floor.  

I could still feel her boyfriend's unfaithful, warm gooey cum inside my pussy as she entered the apartment, tired, flustered, and stressed.

I always knew I was better than her, but now, feeling her man's seed inside me, knowing what he fucks like, knowing he knows the taste of my pussy, my god, I felt powerful.

I thought about sending her out again for some dumb errand, but my work was done for the day. I coldly took the merchandise from her hands. I left, not before turning and saying goodbye to Jun, knowing that his young, soft, deflated cock was still covered by my juices.  

---- Later that night---------

I sat in my large townhouse, wrapped only in a silk robe, gently playing with my pussy while reading Emily's journal.

I got a text from Jun. He felt guilty for what we had done and had got my number off Emily's phone to 'discuss things.' Apparently, Emily was feeling stressed and wanted some action, and Jun felt bad about having already shot his load.  

I responded:

"Eat her pussy, but stop before she cums.... I'll call her in five minutes and give her an urgent job to do when she returns to the bedroom. BE ASLEEP. Otherwise, I tell her. Do you understand?

"yes," he responded

I came with the thought of me now being in control of Emily's sex life.