I’m Ashley CEO, nice to meet you. Conclusion

“Stand up,” I asked but more like commanded.

He did as I asked, his body towering over me. I balanced carefully, all my weight on one leg making every small movement deliberate. My broken leg or more precisely my black hard cast brushed against penis, not by accident. The air between us felt tight, sexually charged, like we both understood how much could happen in just an inch of space.

I saw his jaw tighten, his hands flexing at his sides as if unsure what to do next with his full erection. His eyes followed the slow, careful movement of my breasts, then lingered lower, where the black cast applied constant pressure. There was curiosity in his look, a quiet awe like he couldn’t decide what he should do. He let the moment burn between us.

I unzipped his pants, my hands trembling slightly. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers wrapping around his penis. It was hard, throbbing, the tip slick with precum.

I stroked him, my hand moving slowly, my grip firm. He groaned, his eyes closing, his head falling back. I could feel the power, could feel the control, could feel the desire growing.

I licked my lips, shifted slowly, keeping all my weight on my good leg. Balancing on one foot, I used my hands to steady myself on the edge of my desk. The cast felt heavy and stiff, my broken leg throbbing.

I bent my good knee first, lowering myself until I could rest on it. Then I eased my body down, positioning my cast in front of me. The movement was awkward but careful, every inch guided by the dull ache deep in my leg. When I finally sat, the long black cast stretched out straight before me.

I took him in my mouth, my lips wrapping around him, my tongue tracing the length. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair. I sucked him, my head bobbing, my lips tight around him. I could taste him, could feel him, could feel the pleasure building. He thrust his hips, his cock sliding deeper, his groans growing louder.

“Oh Ashley,” he breathed, his voice a low growl. “It’s mistress Ashley to you.”

I moaned, my body aching, my desire growing. I slipped one hand between my long cast and  leg, my fingers finding my clitoris, my touch firm, demanding. I rubbed, my body tensing, my pleasure growing.

“Oh, god,” my voice whispered.

He pulled me up, his hands gripping my shoulders. He carefully spun me around, his body pressing against mine. He pushed me forward, my hands bracing against the desk. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against my ass.

He slipped his fingers between my leg and my black cast, his touch finding my wetness. He slipped a finger inside, his touch firm, demanding. I moaned, my body arching, my hips bucking against his hand.

“How can you be so wet, in pain with a broken leg,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper.

He withdrew his finger, his touch leaving me empty, aching. I could feel the head of his penis, pressing against me, the tip slick with precum. He thrust forward, sliding inside me, filling me.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, his body pressing against mine. He began to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of me. I could feel the pleasure, could feel the tension growing.

“Harder,” I breathed, my voice a low whisper.

I could feel the pleasure building, could feel the tension growing. My body tensed, my muscles contracting, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel the orgasm approaching, could feel the release growing.

“Oh, god,” I breathed, my voice a low whisper. 

He thrust harder, his cock sliding deeper, his fingers rubbing firmer. I could feel the release, could feel the pleasure exploding. I cried out, my body convulsing, my muscles tensing, my orgasm crashing over me.

He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. I could feel the heat, could feel the pleasure, could feel the release. He thrust one last time, his body tensing, his cock pulsing, his groan echoing in the room.

He withdrew, his body sagging, his breath coming in short gasps. I turned on one leg, my body aching, my desire sated. I smiled, my eyes meeting him.

I leaned back on my hands, catching my breath, my cast stretched out like a silent reminder of my latest “adventure.” Then I smiled, letting my voice drop just enough to sound teasing but in control again.

“Well,” I said, “I do have a company to run. Being CEO isn’t all glamour and sex.” I paused, glancing up with a grin. “Now, be a dear and hand me my crutches please, I’ve got work to do.”

I really hope you’ve enjoyed this short story, my first one, more to come.
Ashley

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