The Naughty Paralegal's Seduction Continues - Day Four
As he walked into my office, his eyes instantly drifted down to my crossed legs and the silk stockings that encased them. He knew he was in trouble when he noticed how the fabric hugged my legs, barely containing the outline of my panties. His gaze lingered on my thighs, taking in every detail of my outfit - the magenta satin shirt that clung to my curves, the gray mini-skirt that left little to the imagination, the black patent leather heels that towered over him.
I smiled to myself, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I watched as his breathing grew shallow, his eyes fixed on my toes curling inside the tips of my stockings. Slowly, deliberately, I twisted in my chair, giving him a glimpse of my lacy black panties peeking out from under the sheer material.
"So, Mr. Thompson," I purred, leaning back in my chair, "are you ready for some more fun?"
He couldn't tear his eyes away from my stockinged legs, but he managed to nod. I noticed a small bulge growing in his pants, and it filled me with a strange sense of power. I knew that I had complete control over him, and I intended to use that to my advantage.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my desk, and watched as he tried to keep his focus on my face. "I want you to touch yourself," I commanded, my voice low and seductive. "Imagine my pantyhose wrapping around your throbbing cock, squeezing it tight."
His hands trembled as he reached down to start unbuttoning his pants. I felt a thrill run through me as I watched him expose himself, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. He looked up at me, eyes pleading for permission, and I gave him a slow, seductive nod.
With shaking hands, he grasped his throbbing cock and started stroking it, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched, feeling a mix of arousal and satisfaction, as he grew more and more lost in the sensation. His breath hitched as he neared orgasm, and I savored the moment.
"Cum for me, baby," I breathed, letting my voice drop to a husky whisper. "Cum all over my pantyhose."
And with that, he erupted, his hot cum splattering against my silk-covered toes. I watched with a sense of triumph as he moaned and shook with pleasure, his eyes filled with desire and awe.
As he collapsed back into his chair, panting, I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs once again. "That was just a taste of what you can expect from me, Mr. Thompson," I said, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "And trust me, you'll be begging for more."
