A tribute to men in business suits

Black pencil skirt. Black button-up shirt. Garter belt, thigh-high stockings, platform stiletto heels. Black lace bra.
I go to his apartment, shifting from foot to foot on the long ride in the elevator. I've never done this before, but been thinking about it longer than I can remember. I would fantasize, feeling ashamed and mortified that I could fetishize something like this. And now, here I am. Walking down the twisting hallway to his door.
I knock. He opens. I walk into his apartment, opening my jacket and placing down my purse.
"You look nice." he says. I thank him.
"The envelope on the table is for you." he says. I thank him and place it in my purse. It is the last we will speak of it.
He sits on his couch and I walk over, kneeling between his knees. I don't know how to start this, but I'm shaking already. Trembling is a better way to describe it. I am wanton.
I begin to run my fingers over his thighs, his chest, which is hard under my fingers. He's in work clothes still. I have a fetish for a man in a suit, and the fabric of his pants is soft and rough at the same time under my skin. I can feel him harden- which is my favorite part of any encounter with a man- and here it is. His hardening cock below my fingers.
I keep rubbing his cock under his pants, and I can feel my clit starting to throb. I want to fuck him more than anything. I can't help myself and climb onto this lap, trying to grind against his swollen cock. I kiss his neck, and the sounds making the short space between his mouth and my ears are sublime. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and when he pushes my thighs back and I move down onto the floor, there is a large drop of my juices on his pants.
He smiles and I wipe it up with my fingers, licking it off them without even thinking. He begins to pull out his cock, and it's huge, long and thick. I want it in my mouth but he's going to choke me with it. I'm nervous. I still have a gag reflex.
I begin to squeeze it in my fingers, stroking up and down the long shaft. He fills my hand, and it is warm in my palm. He pushes my head down and I eagerly start to suck. I do more than suck. I suck and lap and lick and stroke with my tongue. I want him to know how much I want his cock desperately. I want to be a good girl for him. I want to be his best girl.
I suck eagerly, devouring his cock, with my mouth over and over. He moans, and holds my head down, and I almost panic, breathing hard. He stands and holds my head with his hands, and pushes the hand which is on his shaft away. He wants to fuck my mouth.
I want to be his good girl.
He starts slowly, and I squeeze his thighs. I'm scared. He starts to shove it deeper and deeper, choking me with his cock and I fight every urge to pull back. His cock tastes sweet, and I am choking on it. I am trying to calm myself, breathing through my nose and holding onto his thighs, and I am choking on his cock. He is fucking my mouth deeper, harder than I have ever experienced before, and his control over me is electric. I am choking on his cock. Every once in a while I pull back, he be continues to pump into my mouth, easing it back into my throat. I'm choking on his cock and I don't want to stop.
He finally pulls out, telling me what a good girl I am and I beg him on my knees to fuck me. He tells me to get up and bend over. I pull up my skirt and bend over the couch, cunt dripping down my thighs. I am desperate for him. He grabs my hips and slips all nine inches inside me without a hesitation. I cry out, and feel him stretching me. As he starts to fuck me I can feel him in my stomach, and it aches. It is the dull ache of being his little slut; his whore. It feels incredible. I whimper, turning to watch him and he grabs my hair and pulls it.
"I don't want to hear you." He growls, and it goes straight to my clit.
I try so hard not to make any noise but I still make the smallest whimpering noise and I don't want him to hear it. I just want him to keep fucking me.
He pulls out and tells me to get back on my knees, which I do eagerly. I hold onto his thighs and open my mouth, wanting his cock in my throat all over again. He slaps me in the face with his swollen, huge cock. I leave my mouth open like a good little girl, like his fucktoy, and be begins to jerk off over my face. He's going to cover me with his cum and I can't wait. I squirm beneath him, feeling my own warmth as I kneel in front of him. He continues to stroke his beautiful cock and I lean up to lick the head every time I can. He grabs my head, shoving it in one more to finally cum.
It tastes incredible; thick and sweet like honey. And I am eager to drink all of it. He pulls out and shoots more and more onto my face, letting it run down my chin and over my cheeks.
The world moves in slow motion for a minute. He steps away to clean up while I sit on the couch and tremble, trying to re-button my shirt. We make small talk, but it will never cement into my brain. I redress and tell him that he still has some time, but he says that he needs to work. We make even smaller talk and I put myself back together in what feels like slow, lamenting motions. We hug and I leave.
I am shaken. I am soaked. I am his good girl.

Three tops. One bottom. Part 1.

She's in red hot pants, a bra, thigh highs, and an apron. I'm in frilly blue panties and a frilly blue apron. Two hard, gorgeous butches are watching, one taking pictures.
She sat me straight up on my knees at first but eventually I spread my bent legs and lowered down to sit on the ottoman, with a bent leg on either side. My legs were each tied so that they would remain immobile, feet behind me. My arms were straight and pulled behind me, breasts separated and wrapped up in several feet of shiny blue rope. I was blindfolded and told to open my mouth, where two fingers were inserted. I began to suck, making the first gesture of proving what a perfect girl I would be for them. I would be a perfect girl for them.
The rope, a thick but soft nylon, was pulled slowly and I felt every inch slide over my tits, my legs, my throat, and cinch tightly. Fingers were removed from my mouth, which remained wide open and ready. A hard piece of gum was placed on my tongue and I began to chew. Another piece was popped in and I continued to chew, casually blowing bubbles as she pulled and tied more rope, constricting my limbs tighter and tighter.
She stroked my skin, teasing my pussy with her fingers through the rough fabric of my underwear. I squirmed under her hands, and she tipped her head up. I opened my mouth and she dripped vodka which had been soaking with raspberries for the last few hours from her mouth to mine. I swallowed and felt it burn down my throat at the same time it coated my lips in sweet, sticky juice.
With my nipples exposed, it took little time for the torture to start. She pinched, pulled, and slapped my nipples until they were red and swollen. I whimpered and yelped with every hard smack, and every time I paused she told me to blow more and more bubbles. She slapped my inner thighs, pulling my head roughly back with my hair.
Finally she pulled the gum from my mouth and placed it over my hard nipples. Over that she placed one clothespin after another, pinching and twisting and listening to me squeal. Two more pieces were shoved into my mouth as she prepped the other with her nails and fingers and mouth.
I was soaked by now. Even with my legs wide open, I could tell my clit was huge. And then I heard it. The familiar buzz of a vibrator tickled my ear.
She pulled out the other piece of gum and placed it on my other nipple, covering it with clothes pins. More gum was shoved into my mouth. I began chewing as she shoved more and more gum into my mouth. The wad was huge and my jaw began to ache. I tried to blow bubbles, and every time it became more challenging. There was so much gum I could barely breathe around it. Spit began to drip from my mouth, down over my chin, leaving tracks of blue Cotton Candy flavor bubble gum over my mouth and chin and down to my tits.
I tried harder to blow bubbles and when I couldn't she slapped me across the face. Hard. I gasped and tried to blow another one. She began to yell louder to blow as she flicked the clothespins on my nipples. I began to whimper. She took this as a sign to go hard, pinching my flesh and pushing the vibrator against my clit.
I was awash in everything that was happening to me then she pulled away and shoved the ottoman into the open L of the couch and pushed me on my back.
My legs were still cocked and bent, my ass exposed, and my arms pinned behind me.
And then came out the Saran wrap.