Boss Girls Productions - Today Keke humiliated this guy

Today was an unusually long day at the office, and Keke couldn't help but notice how tired her assistant looked. His eyes were drooping closed, and his head was lolling slightly to the side. Without missing a beat, she scooped him up effortlessly with one arm and deposited him on her plush leather desk chair. Smirking to herself, she paused to admire the view of his crotch level with her face. Oh, this was going to be a good one. Slowly and deliberately, Keke sank down onto the chair, sandwiching poor unsuspecting Bradley between herself and the desk. She felt the mound of his throbbing cock press against her clothing, and she couldn't help but grin. He gasped as she settled in, feeling the weight of her body press down on him. Keke took her time, savoring every moment of control and dominance. She ran her hands up and down his chest, toying with the nipples that hardened under her touch. She traced her fingers along his jawline and down his neck, taking pleasure in the way he squirmed beneath her touch. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and planted her perfect lips squarely against his. His lips parted instinctively, and she felt the hesitation before he yielded to her kiss. His lips were soft and pliant, and she delved deeper, exploring his mouth with her tongue. She could taste the mix of fear and arousal on his tongue, and it only turned her on more. When she pulled back, she was breathless. "You're such a good little seatpad," she purred, running her hands over his chest and abdomen. "And what do good little seatpads get?" Bradley swallowed hard, his throat bobbing enticingly under her gaze. "Whatever you want, Keke," he managed to croak out. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "That's right," she whispered, leaning closer once again. And with that, she slowly traced the thin fabric of his shirt upward, revealing more and more of his chest with each pass. Finally, she tugged the fabric over his head, revealing his muscular body to the air conditioning. "Now," she said, her voice dripping with honey, "let's see if you're a good enough seatpad to keep me comfortable while I work." And so she did. Keke spent the rest of the day with Bradley as her personal seatpad, using him as she pleased. She worked on her computer, leaning forward to type with one hand while holding him in place with the other. She took calls, pausing only to expertly maneuver his head into the perfect position for her mouth. She even had lunch on him, ordering takeout and pressing it open-mouthed to his chest. By the end of the day, Bradley was exhausted and sore in all the right places. But as Keke stood up to leave, he felt a surprising twinge of regret. He knew that he would do anything to feel her weight on him again, to be under her control. And despite the humiliation and the ache, he couldn't help but wonder when she would call on him next.