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The next day Salima and I were at lunch with Greg Samuels and Kate Thompson from finance discussing derivatives, equities and many other ‘exciting’ things. Now as important as this meeting was to my future progression within the company I honestly wasn’t up to it in any way, shape or form. Salima had kept me up both in a mental and erectile state of frenzy until half 4 that very morning and I felt more like a walking corpse than a high flying corporate executive.

Still; I was at this conference to work and this meeting was mandatory so what choice did I have but resolve myself to man the fuck up and see the day through? Speaking of Salima, she looked like a billion dollars and I’m not exaggerating when I say that the image of her sat on her seat with perfectly primed hair and flawless makeup complimenting her beautiful face and confident demeanour pissed me off no end. She’d dominated me mercilessly the night before and made me her unquestioning bitch. I truly believed at more than one occasion that I wasn’t going to make it out of that room alive and the idea that she could do that to me wounded my pride more than words can say.

Truthfully speaking, I was starting to realise that I didn’t like this woman very much. She was arrogant, cocky, dismissive and so far up her own ass that her head and neck were covered in shit and I just couldn’t stand it. What annoyed me even more, however, was the sexual power she was starting to laud over me so freely. I’d never been so powerless with a woman before and I hated it. It made me feel weak, ineffectual and unmasculine and I simply didn’t know how to handle it. In both of our encounters, I’d clearly come off on the humiliating end of the losing spectrum while she beat me with an effortless ease and poise that I had to respect through gritted teeth.

I prided myself on my looks, charm, sex appeal and bedroom finesse and so help me God, was used to dominating the hell out of all the women I fucked. For some reason that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend, none of that seemed to have any affect on Salima and she had me completely under her power. As we sat eating lunch and I downed mug after mug of hot coffee to give myself a desperately needed caffeine boost and not pass out in my seat, I looked at her smiling and chatting away seemingly without a single care in the world and felt the urge to grab her by her throat, pin her against a wall and ram my cock in her ass repeatedly until she screamed in thunderous orgasm or bled, cried and begged me to stop because the pain was simply too much for her to take.

Either outcome would have been totally fine with me.

As I fantasised about splitting her asshole with my cock, she looked my way, smiled, then continued her conversation with Greg and Kate. I then realised that I’d been silent for far too long and decided to interject some intelligent insights, strategic planning and dangerously witty comments into the conversation. The round of laughter and approving looks that ensued saw that my ego was well on the way to being mended and sat well with the self image I had for myself. I was a high flying corporate superstar who reached his position due to an uncanny amalgamation of looks, charisma, tenacity, empathy and God given intelligence.

Who the fuck was this bitch and what on earth gave her the feeling that she could ever try to take me on in a level playing field? I was like a great white shark swimming among minnows and she was completely out of her league. I decided was going to show the little bitch up at this very table and out Alpha her in front of our colleagues. I’d blow them away with my views and ideas and leave her eating my political dust in the process. I’d further my own career at the expense of hers and take great pleasure in it. The bitch had no idea what she was getting into!

I steered the conversation, talking about strategies and techniques that could be used to streamline procedures on the Microsoft account and quite frankly was on a roll. The focus of the conversation had shifted away from Salima to me and I could tell that she didn’t like it one bit. Greg and Kate were nodding enthusiastically with molten flame in their eyes and while Salima copied their enthusiasm I could tell that she was feeling butt-hurt.

‘You don’t always get to be the star of the show, bitch.’ I thought to myself with a sly smirk. ‘Sit back and let Daddy show you exactly how it’s done.’

At that moment I felt Salima’s high heel rub against my ankle, taking me completely by surprise and causing me to jump inwardly as my heart skipped a beat. I was however, able to hold it down, not show my shock to our dinner companions and flawlessly continue my pitch. Once I was finished and Greg was talking, I looked over at Salima with a look that said ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’; and all she did was wink, smile and rejoin the conversation.

She really was a kinky little minx.

There we were at the dinner table with colleagues less than 2 feet away but she was still being a naughty little foot slut. As much as I thought she was an arrogant bitch who was almost certainly spawned from the slimy cunt of an even bigger queen bitch, I liked having sexy shoes rub my ankle just as much as the next fetishist.

Anyway, when my turn to talk came around, I dazzled the table with my knowledge of stock valuation methods like earnings per share, price to earnings and growth rate and felt my pride swell even further before Salima’s foot, still encased in its shoe, slowly began to crawl up my shin towards my knee.

The feeling of leather pressing against my leg was exquisite and my mind quickly began to create images of what she was doing under the table. I imagined the look of her shoe, the colour of it and also the texture. I pictured her the way her foot would look in the heel, with her sexy high arch poking out of the top and couldn’t help but wonder how it would smell if I had my nose pressed against it. This act of fantasy was where I should have stopped my thought process and rejoined the conversation. This moment of weakness should have been resisted but sadly it wasn’t and because of that weakness I felt myself slowly begin to stiffen between my legs.

The thing is, Salima was certainly the kinkiest slut I’d ever known in my life and I was starting to feel like the cat that got the cream. There were certainly worse things that could happen to a man in life then to be the star player in a business meeting while simultaneously being titillated under the table. I rationalised that if the bitch wanted to give me some pleasure then who the fuck was I to turn that down? Again, if I was thinking properly I would have cleared my mind, resisted her temptations and focused on the meeting but so help me God I was becoming entranced by what she was doing and I wasn’t thinking straight.

Greg and Kate were chatting amongst themselves, discussing methods of implementing some of my suggestions when I caught Salima’s eye. She looked back, smiling with a slightly sinister smirk to go with her trademark reserved air of cocky confidence as she tapped her thumbs against her phone and put it back down. My phone vibrated instantly so I pulled it from my pocket to see a message from her reading ‘You don’t get to win. You never, ever get to win.’ I was wondering what the hell that meant when I felt the high heel of her left shoe rake along the inside of my thigh moving closer and closer to my now completely hard cock and sending shivers of excitement along my leg as it travelled. My eyes glazed over and I lost all focus on the meeting, concentrating only on the amazing feeling of her heel scraping along the fabric of my trousers and the hope that it would find its way towards my dick soon.

‘Are you OK, mate?’ asked Greg.

I refocused on the room to see Greg and Kate looking at me with slightly curious expressions, Salima looking at me with an evil smirk and suddenly realised exactly what she was up to. She wanted to tease me to pieces to make me look like a complete fool at the meeting. She wanted to damage my career, to dominate me professionally as well as sexually and basically destroy me physically, emotionally and professionally. I felt real anger burn inside my chest and had to work very hard to stop it from distorting the features of my face into a look of pure and intense hatred. There was no fucking way in hell I was going to let that happen. No fucking way. Being humiliated by this woman twice in one lifetime was infuriating enough but it wasn’t going to happen again. Hell no. Hell fucking no. I didn’t care how hot she was, or how sexy her feet were, no way, no way, no way in hell was I going to let them come between me and my career. I pushed her shoe off my leg with strong conviction and continued the conversation feeling a surge of masculine pride swelling my senses as I realised that I’d overcome her feminine whiles. Sadly for me however, no matter how liberated and empowered I felt at that moment, my cock was still rock hard in my pants and showed absolutely no signs of deflating.

‘You don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with” I thought to myself while ignoring my hard cock and continuing the conversation. The bitch refused to give up and started rubbing my ankles with both of her shoes. I pulled my feet away, glared at her quickly and paid attention to the conversation she was having with Greg about his recent holiday to Thailand. Apparently one night he’d gotten more drunk than anyone safely could, went swimming, was almost been eaten by a shark and commemorated the occasion by getting a huge tattoo on his back of said shark biting a man in half. It was a pretty funny story and ordinarily I’d have been in fits of laughter but this was the point at which Salima removed her shoe and started to rub my ankles with her stockinged feet. The sensation was totally exquisite. The softness of her perfectly pedicured toes and the smoothness of her stockings rubbing against me was once again causing my eyes to glaze over and my mind to wander. Her feet felt their way up into my left trouser leg and rubbed sensually against the bare skin of my shin. I could feel the dampness of her sweaty toes against me and yearned to taste them on every inch of my tongue. At that moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket, temporarily ripping me away from the sweet sexual fantasy I was experiencing. I read the text message and once again it was from Salima.

‘I bet you want to taste these moist feet again, don’t you?’

Reading that message made my cock become harder than granite and seeing the sly wink she gave me caused my erection to become physically painful. The thing is, and as much as it annoyed me to admit it, she was completely right. I did want to taste her feet again. I wanted that quite badly. The wetness of her nyloned toes rubbing against my shin was giving me flashbacks of having her feet shoved in my mouth the night before and I wanted nothing more than to experience that right then and there. Her toes travelled up to my calves, rubbing in smooth and slow circles, teasing the skin and flesh of my muscled legs and causing my heart rate to intensify. I tried to focus on the meeting but I just couldn’t, it was like the volume of everything that was being said around me was completely muted and all I could focus on was the feeling of her delicious feet teasing me mercilessly.

At that moment I snapped back into my senses, realising yet again exactly what she’d done to me and gave her a look that could maim, if not kill outright. I tried to pull my chair back and away from the deadly assault her nylon feet were inflicting but was sat with my back against the wall and could only move about an inch or two at most. As I’m sure you can imagine, this didn’t faze her in the least. She continued regardless, trying her best to tease me, to embarrass me, and to ruin me but I fought back with everything I had.

With the words ‘masculine pride’ screaming through my brain, I reached down, grabbed her feet, forcefully removed them from my legs and left my hand there to protect myself from her sexual assault. But sadly, for me Salima was a woman who knew how to make the sweetest lemonade from the bitterest lemon. She slowly and seductively began to rub her feet up and down against my fingers and grinded the ball of her damp foot against the palm of my hand. I was seriously starting to lose it. She was giving my hand the slow and deliberate footjob that my straining dick craved and it drove me insane. Being aware of the occasional curious glances that Greg and Kate were giving me and desperate to refocus on the conversation, I pulled my hand away but once I did that I just couldn’t resist the urge to bring it to my nose and breathe in deeply. The scent was amazing; truly, truly amazing and as I took in every the smell of leather, sweat and Salima’s heavenly foot, I felt precum leaking out of my hard dick into my boxer shorts and sweaty thigh and beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. Kate asked me if I was OK so I told her that I was fine but just feeling a little bit hot.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Blood was now pumping into my rock solid cock with so much force that I could feel it clearly and painfully with each additional pump of my heartbeat and now a constant stream of precum was leaking from my dick onto my thigh. With my hand now pressed against my nose deeply inhaling Salima’s scent, her foot worked its way towards the inside of my thigh and proceeded to take me to a world of arousal that I didn’t know existed.

The moment I felt her toes rubbing, prodding and kneading against my thigh I temporarily lost the ability to breathe and went into a mini state of shock. It felt so exquisite, so pure, so soft and so sensual that even though I tried with everything I had to focus on the meeting I just couldn’t. All I could think about was the beautiful foot that was pressed against my thigh and beg to any god who would listen for it to make contact with my dick. I looked up at Salima and unsurprisingly she smiled at me devilishly with a mixture of lust and venom in her eyes.

Luckily for me, this was exactly what I needed because instead of taking me away even further away into an orgasmic trance, she strengthened my resolve, reminded me of just what was at stake and gave me the impetus I needed to man up and get my head straight. This was when Greg received a phone call and went outside to take it while Kate excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving Salima and me alone at the table.

‘You’re going to lose.’ She said without a single shred of self doubt in her voice.

‘You think so?’

‘I know so, I haven’t even touched your dick but I can tell you’re already as hard as a rock. You were really losing it there for a moment, I almost felt sorry for you.’

‘Is that right?’ I said, feeling angered and offended. ‘Well I’m done playing your little game.’

‘You’re not done with shit.’

As she said that, she pressed the toes of her foot hard into my crotch and rubbed against my straining member. The feeling sent shivers of electricity bursting from my dick across all corners of my body, sweat pouring from my forehead and made my jaw drop. She saw the effect she was having on me and smiled.

‘On my God.’

‘See? What did I tell you? Hard as a fucking rock. I can even feel your heartbeat pumping through your cock. Poor thing’s pounding like a jack hammer and that can’t be good for your health. You should maybe have a glass of water to cool down. Anyway, I digress; we’ve been through this bullshit before. You’re to call me Goddess and address me in a manner that shows you understand your place in our relationship. Still I understand where you’re coming from. I’m doing things to your mind and body that you didn’t know were possible and your thoughts are likely to be somewhat cloudy. Watch what I do now.’

She used her toes to roll my dick around my thigh and then dug them into my balls, flattening them against my chair with alternating taps of each toe. I moaned loudly and she smiled wickedly.

‘Take your hand and touch my sweaty foot. Grab it hard, massage it, caress it and get its smell all over your fingers.’

I did exactly as I was told. My now trembling fingers felt her squirming toes, her high and smooth arches and and the wetness of her sweat. It felt better than anything i could ever try to express with words and its not an exaggeration to say that I was panicking inside.

‘Now bring those fingers to your nose and smell my foot, breathe it in. Breathe in deeply and know that’s this is how the foot that is rubbing and sliding all over your dick smells. You do have a big penis, I’ll give you that, and I’m sure that you’ve satisfied many many women with it but I’m not just any woman and against my foot your dick is nothing. My foot. My beautiful, seductive, sweaty and Goddess foot controls both you and your cock so don’t you forget it, bitch. I mean that. Do you remember last night? Remember how I made you cum harder than ever before without even touching your penis? How I made you burst just by toying with your balls and smothering you with my ass. What do you think I’m going to do to you now that I’m focusing all of my attention on your dick? Honey, you don’t stand a chance.’

‘Please Salima, don’t.’

‘Walk away if you want to. Go on. Get up and fucking walk away with your hard dick forming a tent in your trousers for the whole restaurant to see. If you don’t want this then get the fuck up out of here right now.

She pulled her foot away from my pulsating dick and looked at me as if waiting for me to do something but I just couldn’t bring myself to move. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the strength to get up, I just couldn’t bear to be away from those gorgeous feet for even a second. Despite what she was doing to me in a public restaurant and despite how desperate the situation was, I wanted nothing more than to be exactly where I was and under the control of her feet. I was fucked.

With a sly smile of victory she slid both of her smooth nyloned feet right back onto my lap and let them rest on top of my bulging cock.

‘Wow, you really must be under distress, your heart’s beating even faster than before and I can’t say I ever thought that was possible. Still, I look at you sat there hyperventilating with sweat rolling down your bright red cheeks and feel a certain sense of pride. In the past 24 hours I’ve made you nut all over your car’s windshield and cum like a fountain no less than 3 times in my hotel room. Really and truly after shooting so hard for so long you shouldn’t have much left in the old testicular tank. I’d expect that while you’d be turned on, you simply wouldn’t have enough cum in your balls to really be able to go to that deep and intense stage of arousal that tends to break men’s spirits but there you are, sat in front of me shaking like a gibbering wreck.’

I said nothing and just looked into her eyes with a mixture of pure fear and animalistic lust that I could tell she found hilarious.

‘Remember last night? Remember how I walked over every inch of your body? How I shoved my toes into your mouth and made you taste them? How I smothered you with my gorgeous ass until you thought you were going to pass out and milked the cum from your balls?’

‘Yes.’

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Yes I remember.’

‘Well focus on the memory of those sensations as these same feet once again rock your world and make you their bitch. Remember that as you feel my toes gripping your balls through the thin fabric of your trousers, kneading, squeezing, tugging and teasing them until you just can’t take it any more.’

‘I can’t. I can’t take it any more. Please just let me cum now before they get back.’

I was terrified. Completely and utterly terrified and I just didn’t know what to do. I felt like my limbs were turning to jelly. I had to grip the wooden table with all the force my two sweaty hands could muster just to ground myself with a semblance of normality and to make things worse I had no idea when Greg and Kate were coming back. They could arrive at any moment to see my shivering and shaking like a mental patient and if that happened my career would be ruined. I wanted to cum, I wanted nothing more than to just cum right there and then both to save my public humiliation and because the sensation of those divine feet manipulating my straining cock and balls was far too much for me to take. I reached down to touch her feet but when I did she painfully drove her left foot into my balls. The feeling was both unbearable and blissful and I was in a mixture of painful agony and sheer pleasure at the same time. Pure heaven and pure hell manifested in my life as the feet of this divine Goddess.

‘You do not do a single thing that I haven’t told you to. I am the one in control here and you will do exactly as I say. Nothing more.’

Greg and Kate returned to the table throwing very concerned glances at my direction. They asked me if I was sure I was OK and again I said that I was just feeling a bit hot but there was no way in hell that they believed me. I looked like I was going to have a seizure and die right there, anybody with half a brain could see it. Still they tried to carry on the discussion, occasionally stopping to look at me with genuine concern. Salima joined in too; patronisingly asking me if I was OK and needed to go outside and get some air all the while rubbing one foot up and down my calf muscle and the other against the hand that I had gripping my rock hard penis.

She really was a filthy tease and a natural born bitch but I was powerless to do anything to stop her. My body badly wanted to cum but my brain knew that she was deliberately keeping me in a state of frustration. She wanted to take me as close as possible to the edge without actually letting me orgasm and continue to make me look the fool in front of our colleagues. While my brain also knew that there was no way I could let that happen, it simply didn’t know what to do to defend itself. I just couldn’t think straight. Whenever I tried to focus on something else all that came to my mind were images of Salima’s gorgeous stockinged feet toying with my hard cock and balls until they shot pints of cum like water from a fire hose.

Then it came to me. Through all of the teasing and subtle manipulations of Salima’s sweaty feet rubbing sensually against my pulsating cock and balls, I somehow found the strength to do the very thing that Salima told me I didn’t have the strength for. I excused myself from the table, telling Greg and Kate that they were right; that I wasn’t feeling good and would go outside to get myself some air. It was a perfect plan, I’d tuck my hard dick behind my leg so it didn’t tent my trousers when I stood up, walk towards the nearest toilet, jerk myself into oblivion no less than 4 times, clean up and them come back to the table feeling refreshed. I didn’t care how sexy or sultry Salima was, she simply wasn’t going to be able to dominate a freshly 4-time ejaculated dick no matter how hard she tried. With that in mind I got up and prepared to make my way to the table when she piped in with a most unwelcome statement.

‘I’m gonna come with you, you really don’t look too well and I want to make sure that you’re OK.’ I swear to God, if you saw her face and heard her voice independently of everything she’d been doing to me at the table, you’d have thought she was the sweetest and kindest woman on Earth. Either way I had no idea what she was up to, but I knew that I wanted no part of it.

‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You stay and finish your lunch.’

‘My lunch is finished and I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m coming to make sure that you’re OK.’

‘No, really, I’ll be fine on my own.’

I was starting to feel desperate. I just needed to get as far away from that woman as was humanly possible but she was hell bent on not letting that happen. Greg and Kate chimed in to her defence and against my better wishes I found myself walking towards the toilets with Salima directly in front of me chuckling quite loudly.

‘You thought you could get away from me, didn’t you?’

‘Salima, stop this, please stop. You’ve made me look a fool in front of Greg and Kate and it needs to stop. You’ve won, OK? You’ve won. Whatever point you were trying to make has been made and you’ve won. Now please let me sort myself out in peace.’

‘Why would I do that when I know for a fact that you’re going to love what I have in store for you next?”

With that, her delicate fingers grabbed my hard cock through my trousers and stroked its entire length as my heart skipped a beat and my lungs hyperventilated. The woman was completely insane, we were in a reasonably full restaurant with people everywhere but she just didn’t seem to give the tiniest shit about that. She just led me by my cock looking just as casual as she would if she was taking a dog for a walk. Come to think of it, that’s probably exactly how she viewed the situation.

‘Where are you taking me?’

‘You’ll see. Now shut your mouth and behave yourself.’

We turned into an empty corridor and she lead me to a disabled bathroom, the type that has only one toilet inside. Once we were in, she locked the door, pinned me against the wall and drove her knee hard into my still rock hard dick. The mixture of sheer ball breaking pain mixed with exquisite pleasure sent me down to the ground coughing and wheezing.

I looked up at her face and saw absolutely no remorse whatsoever.

‘Lie on your back.’

I did as I was told and she stood directly on top of me with her full body weight. Her heels were digging into my chest and ruining my white shirt but I just didn’t give a fuck. The pain was intense but my cock was harder than ever before and I simply didn’t want to move. She turned around and gave me a good long look at her nylon stockings and round ass before walking down to my balls and stepping directly on top of them with the heels of her shoes.

‘NNNNNGGGHHGHGH!! NGHGHG!’

‘Oh is somebody in a little bit of pain now? Well I’m sorry my friend but you’re just going to have to take it a little while longer. I’d also like to remind you that we’re in a toilet with people possibly walking by outside so if I were you, I really wouldn’t want to draw any more attention to myself. Besides, To say you look pretty damn ridiculous down there is an understatement of biblical proportions.’

She took her shoes off and walked slowly from my balls up to my chest. The soft feeling of the soles and toes of her feet mixed with the pain of her weight and felt like pure heaven to me and sweat ran freely down my forehead. She stood on my face with her sweaty stockinged feet and twisted my head to the side so that my left cheek was pressed against the cold marble floor of the restaurant toilet while her gorgeously dominant feet were stood directly on top of the right. You have no died how turned on I was. I forgot who I was, where I was, what the hell I was doing there and what’s more, I simply didn’t care. All I cared about was shooting my load in tribute to the moist feet that were stood directly on top of my face.

‘Take your dick out.’

I quickly did as I was told and she started to tip toe all over my dick and balls with her full weight. She literally walked over every last inch of my cock which was so hard, so deeply engorged with blood that I didn’t know if I could take it any more. I grabbed one of her shoes and held it against my nose desperate to get as much of her foot scent into my body as was humanly possible. The smell was delicious, leather mixed with sweat mixed with Salima’s divine essence and I savoured every last molecule. Then I felt that twinge that every one of us can recognise. That feeling you get when you know you’ve gone too far and are going to cum regardless of whether or not you stop what you’re doing. The feeling that makes your toes curl, your legs spasm and your vision go blurry. The end was near. I knew it and she knew it. She’d simply tortured me too much and had taken me way past my breaking point. My orgasm was on its way and when it arrived, it would be nothing short of explosive. That was when she started to kick me right in the balls,slamming her toes against my balls repeatedly until they squashed, bulged and flattened against my own cock.

‘You’re gonna cum now, this is how you’re going to fucking cum. On the floor of the disabled toilet with your dick out and my beautiful foot kicking your dick until it breaks. Anyone could walk by and hear you but you don’t give a shit, do you?!’

‘No, no, I just want to cum!’

‘Who’s making you cum?’

She increased the intensity, kicking me so hard and so fast on my cock that her foot was a blur and my hard dick knocked about in all directions. The pain was truly excruciating but with each kick I felt my cock mould to the soft contours of her feminine foot causing wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure to rocket from my balls across every last inch of my body. My forehead was covered in sweat and from the way I was grunting and spasming like a stuck pig, you’d have thought she had me in a lethal choke hold. Each and every last kick damaged my cock and balls further and threatened to cause long lasting harm but I was beyond caring. All I wanted in the world was to be under those divine feet and subjected to their will. She’d pushed me past the point of no return and nothing I could do would stop the thunderous explosion that was building deep within my aching balls. I could feel it building and swelling inside me taking over my mind and body just a little bit more with each and very passing second. I frantically sucked and sucked, desperate to get oxygen into my lungs but no matter how hard I tried it was never enough. I was intoxicated by the beauty and sensuality of this woman and she’d completely conquered me. Somehow I found the strength to reach over for her shoe and cover my face with it, realising that the sweaty scent of nylon, leather and Salima that it contained meant more to me than pure oxygen ever could.

‘I said who’s making you cum, bitch?’

‘You, you’re making me cum!’

‘So go on then, shoot your filthy little load, go on, cum for me and my superior feet. Cum like the little slut that you are and realise that these feet are and will always be far too much for you to handle.’

That was it, That was what did it. Between the sensual, arrogant and dominant tone of her voice, the scent of her sweaty shoe and the sensation of her nylon foot abusing my cock and balls I simply couldn’t take it any more. I heard myself let out a deep and guttural growl as wave after wave of cum erupted from my hard dick. As I emptied my seed all over myself and the disabled toilet floor, Salima simply stood there with that same cocky expression she always had, using her foot to aim my dick in my direction and so I came all over my face.

As I lay on the floor of the disabled toilet spent, tired, broken and beaten; not quite knowing what had just happened or what my own name was; Salima walked over to my face. She then used her foot to wipe some cum off, put her shoes back on, walked towards the door and looked over at me before speaking.

‘3-0, bitch.’

And with that cold, biting and completely true statement she left me on the dirty floor of the disabled toilet with my still hard cock hanging out of my trousers and a glazed expression in my eyes. She’d seen to it that I was a beaten, broken, humbled and cum covered shell of everything I once was and what was more she enjoyed it. She actually got off on dominating and humiliating me which wasn’t right and made no sense whatsoever. As the feelings of arousal slowly began to subside from my system I realised that I needed to do something about this situation and fast. This woman was simply far too dangerous to be around and God only knew what she might try to do to me in future. I needed to figure out a way to combat her or at least get the hell away. I couldn’t go on like this, I just couldn’t. She almost made me crash my car on the motorway, nearly suffocated me in her hotel room and could have ruined my career in the restaurant. What was I going to do about this? What on earth was I going to do?

It was at that moment when the door of the disabled toilet opened once again and I saw the stunned face of Greg Samuels looking at me on the floor in sheer disbelief.

My dick was out of my trousers and still rock solid. A litre of fresh and sticky cum covered my legs, chest and face, and I had a look in my eyes that said I still hadn’t yet returned to planet earth.

I was fucked. Well and truly, indisputably fucked.