Mistress on the Rooftop

The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds far below us, but all I could feel was the sharp pull of her gaze. Elena Voss, my new boss at the tech firm, had summoned me to the private rooftop terrace after hours with a single text that made my cock twitch: "Rooftop. Now. Don't keep me waiting." Tension crackled between us from the moment I stepped out of the elevator, her strict posture in that tight black pencil skirt and silk blouse screaming control, while my pulse hammered with raw desire.

"You're late, Marcus," she said, her voice low and clipped as she leaned against the glass railing, the wind tugging at her dark hair. Her green eyes locked on mine, unblinking. "New employees who can't follow simple instructions need correction. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Voss," I replied, my throat dry. The air between us felt electric, thick with unspoken need. I'd fantasized about her strict commands since my first interview, imagining her breaking me in ways that left me aching.

She stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply. "Good. Then strip. Everything off. I want to see what I'm working with."

My hands moved before my brain caught up, shedding my shirt and pants until I stood naked under the cool night breeze, my cock already half-hard and thickening under her scrutiny. Elena's lips curved into a predatory smile. She reached out, her manicured fingers wrapping firmly around my shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip.

"Look at this cock... already leaking for your Mistress." Her grip tightened, making me groan. "On your knees. Now."

I dropped instantly, the concrete rough against my skin. She hiked up her skirt, revealing sheer black panties already damp at the crotch. With a graceful motion, she slid them aside, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy. The scent of her arousal hit me—musky and sweet.

"Lick it," she ordered, threading her fingers through my hair and yanking my face forward. "Worship your Mistress's cunt like it owns you."

My tongue dove in eagerly, lapping at her swollen clit, tasting her slick folds as she ground against my mouth. Wet sounds filled the air, mixing with her sharp gasps. "That's it... deeper. Suck on my clit, you eager slut." She rocked her hips, smearing her juices across my lips and chin. I obeyed, swirling my tongue inside her tight entrance, then flicking rapidly over her throbbing nub until her thighs trembled.

Elena moaned, a throaty sound that made my dick throb painfully. "Fuck, your mouth feels good. But I need more." She pulled me up by the hair, spinning me around to face the railing. Her hand slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming hot. "Bend over. Spread for me."

I gripped the cool metal, ass presented to her as she retrieved something from her bag—a sleek black strap-on dildo, thick and veined. She buckled it on over her skirt, the sight making my hole clench in anticipation. Lubing it quickly with spit and her own wetness, she pressed the fat head against my asshole.

"Breathe," she whispered, voice husky. Then she pushed in, stretching me wide in one firm thrust. "Take every inch of your Mistress's cock."

I gasped, the burn turning to deep, full pleasure as she buried it to the hilt. Her hips snapped forward, pounding my ass with ruthless rhythm. The city hummed below us, oblivious, while she fucked me harder, her tits pressing against my back through her blouse. "You love this, don't you? Getting railed by your boss on the rooftop like a dirty toy."

"Yes... Mistress," I panted, my own cock swinging heavy between my legs, dripping pre-cum onto the floor. She reached around, stroking me in time with her thrusts, her palm slick and demanding.

She pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining. "Turn around. On your back." I lay down on the wide lounge chair nearby, legs spread. Elena straddled me, peeling off her blouse to free her full breasts, nipples hard in the night air. She sank onto my throbbing cock in one smooth motion, her pussy gripping me like a vice—hot, wet, and incredibly tight.

"Oh god, you're so big inside me," she growled, riding me fiercely, her juicy ass slapping against my thighs. I reached up to pinch her nipples, earning a sharp slap across my chest. "Hands on my hips only. This is my fuck."

Her pace quickened, pussy clenching around my shaft as she ground her clit against my pelvis. Sweat glistened on her skin, her breaths coming in ragged moans. "I'm going to cum... fill me when I do. Give your Mistress every drop."

I thrust up to meet her, the wet squelch of her cunt echoing. Her walls fluttered, then spasmed hard as she came with a cry, juices flooding over my balls. The sight pushed me over—my cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into her pulsing pussy, creaming her until it leaked out around us.

We collapsed together, her body draped over mine, the city lights still twinkling below. Elena traced a finger over my lips, smiling with satisfied dominance.

"Clean yourself up, Marcus. Tomorrow at the office, you'll address me properly... and maybe I'll let you serve me again after hours."

I nodded, already craving her next command. "Yes, Mistress."