Majesty Natalie, the petite Latina with a ponytail, sashays into the office wearing a tight skirt and pink sweater that perfectly accentuates her petite curves. Her high heels click against the marble floor as she makes her way to her desk. I can’t help but stare at her, my heart racing in my chest. I’m just a lowly intern, and Natalie is my boss.
“Hey, loser,” she greets me, her voice dripping with brattiness. “Get over here and give me a foot massage. I’ve been on my feet all day.”
I hesitate for a moment, but I know better than to disobey her. I walk over to her desk and kneel down, taking one of her delicate feet in my hands. I start to massage it, working my thumbs into the arch and pressing down gently. Natalie lets out a sigh of pleasure, her toes curling in delight. She pulls out her phone and starts texting her friends.
“That’s it, loser. You’re getting better at this,” she says, her voice softer now. “But don’t think this means I’m going to let you fuck me. You’re a virgin, and I don’t have time for amateurs.” She rolled her eyes.
I feel a pang of shame and disappointment, but I don’t say anything. I just keep massaging her feet, trying to focus on the task at hand.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Natalie says, her voice low and seductive. “I might let you lick my armpits. I know how much you love them.”
I look up at her in surprise, my heart racing. Natalie smirks and lifts her arm, giving me a clear view of her armpit. It’s so perfect and clean, and I can smell her unique scent. I feel a surge of desire and start to lick, savoring the taste of her skin.
“Oh, yes, loser. That really makes you look pathetic,” Natalie giggles, her body wiggling a little because it tickles. “You’re such a good little foot-licker and armpit-licker. But that’s all you’ll ever be.”
I get on the ground and continue to lick and massage her feet, my mind spinning with desire and shame. I can feel myself getting harder, my cock straining against my pants. Natalie notices and smirks.
“You can jerk off to me, loser. But that’s as close as you’ll ever get to fucking me,” she says, her voice filled with power and dominance. “Now, get back to work.”
I do as I’m told, my mind consumed with thoughts of Natalie’s feet and armpits. As I work, I can’t help but steal glances at her, my heart racing every time I see her in that skirt. I know I’ll never have her, but I can’t help but dream.
As the day goes on, Natalie continues to taunt me, teasing me with her body and her words. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loves every moment of it. By the end of the day, I’m aching with desire, my cock throbbing in my pants.
“Good job, loser,” Natalie says, standing up and gathering her things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She saunters out of the office, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my aching cock. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I reach down and start to jerk off, imagining Natalie’s feet and armpits, her body and her voice. I cum quickly, my release intense and overwhelming.
As I clean up and gather my things, I can’t help but feel a sense of shame and regret. I know I’ll never have Natalie, but I can’t help but dream. For now, I’ll settle for licking her feet and worshiping her armpits, hoping that one day, she’ll see me as more than just a loser.
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