Becoming the King of A New Filthy World



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As Aryanna continued to pleasure me with her mouth, her lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Aryanna, your lips are just another pussy that exists to serve my cock," I murmured, my voice laced with desire.

Her eyes met mine, a mix of devotion and passion in her gaze. "Yes, Master," she replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction at the compliment I had bestowed upon her.

Beneath the surface of our seemingly professional relationship, there existed a hidden dynamic that few knew about. Aryanna wasn't just my secretary; she was my submissive, my obedient plaything who lived to cater to my every desire. And I, in turn, relished in the power I held over her, using her body for my own pleasure.

The truth was, Aryanna was my slave, a willing participant in our shared secret, giving herself to me completely. As I looked down at her, kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth, I felt an intoxicating mix of dominance and satisfaction. She existed to fulfill my needs, to submit to my will, and to provide me with the utmost pleasure.

In that moment, our roles were clear - I was the master who controlled her, the one who dictated every aspect of our encounters. And Aryanna was the submissive, the one who eagerly embraced her role, finding pleasure in her submission and in the act of pleasuring me.

The alluring female secretary maintained her fervent dedication, employing every skill she had acquired from me in the art of sensual oral service. With each deliberate movement of her lips and the playful dance of her tongue, she worked tirelessly to arouse me to new heights of pleasure.

In the privacy of this intimate encounter, it was a shared secret that only I held - Aryanna, the poised and intelligent secretary, possessed a hidden side that reveled in her submissive role. Her greatest joy lay in lavishing her young master's erect penis with her oral ministrations, and she executed her task with a passion that transcended mere duty.

As the minutes stretched into twenty, Aryanna remained undeterred by fatigue, her mouth working on my cock with unflagging enthusiasm. Every sensual technique she employed was a testament to her commitment to my pleasure. Her lips traced patterns of pleasure along the length of my shaft, her tongue danced with practiced grace over every sensitive spot, and her throat accommodated my girth as she engulfed me with a practiced rhythm.

In that intimate realm, Aryanna's persona transformed from the professional and competent secretary to a fervent and lascivious creature, lost in the ecstasy of her service. No one but me understood the extent of her desires and the thrill she derived from bringing me to the brink of pleasure.

It was only after her relentless efforts, marked by a twenty-minute session that bordered on insatiable lust, that Aryanna finally released my erect penis from her mouth. Lifting her beautiful face, flushed with a mix of desire and anticipation, she met my gaze with an intensity that spoke of her devotion.

The air was thick with a palpable longing as Aryanna's gaze locked onto me, her entreaty filled with a desperate hunger. Her actions had revealed her true nature, the facade of the elegant and intelligent secretary now shattered to reveal the insatiable lust that lay beneath.

With a delicate movement, her fingers swept through her glossy black hair, ruffling the strands in a display of nervous anticipation. Her dark eyes, usually so composed, were now clouded with an undeniable yearning. As she uttered her plea, her lips moved with a sensuous rhythm, every word dripping with a desire that couldn't be contained.

"I crave it, Master Lucas. Your potent seed... I yearn for it, to taste your essence, to consume your release," Aryanna's voice trembled with her fervor, her confession echoing in the room.

Her admission hung in the air, a potent mixture of vulnerability and craving. Her words had a raw honesty that laid bare the depths of her desire. The intensity of her longing was palpable, as if the very air was charged with the electricity of her need.

The rapture in her eyes intensified as she continued, her declaration of longing growing more explicit. "I ache for the pleasure of your semen, Master. I want it to fill my mouth, to slide down my throat. Let me savor the taste of your cock."

Her lips, moist and glistening with a mixture of her saliva and desire, formed the words with a sensuality that was impossible to ignore. The stark contrast between her composed exterior and the lascivious words that spilled from her lips only added to the intoxicating allure of the moment.

Aryanna's plea hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation that beckoned me to respond. And I, unfazed by her entreaty, returned my attention to the fountain pen in my hand, its scratching against paper punctuating the charged silence.

"If you want to eat, squeeze it with your mouth." I replied indifferently and put the fountain pen in my hand again. Then, only the sound of a fountain pen screeching in the study was enveloped in silence.

The pout that briefly crossed her lips revealed a momentary disappointment, her gaze flickering away from me as if to hide her reaction. Yet, just as quickly, her lips curled into a mischievous smile, a playful glint returning to her eyes.

"Master, you're quite naughty," she chimed in, her tone a blend of mock scolding and affectionate amusement. Her words held a teasing edge, as if acknowledging my playful evasion of her desires.

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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won't mind if you send more stones, and plz don't forget the gifts.)

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