Rimming Powerful Businessmen

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Felicita Neuhaeusser stood against the wall on the corner. Calimba University was miles away, and in the business district of downtown, no one would recognize her in her skimpy school uniform. With only the white shirt on, plaid skirt flowing in the wind, and her thigh-high black sock tucked into her boots, Felicita felt confident that no one would be able to connect her with the University. After all, being the daughter of the Dean could really get her in trouble if anyone found out.

She left her backpack slung over her shoulder, exposed breasts heaving with excited breath under her shirt, the button barely holding the two halves together. Her erect nipples poked through the fabric of the shirt and could be seen in plain sight, and she made her move. She walked right up to one of the powerful-looking men who was waiting outside, typing something onto his phone with his expensive briefcase by his feet. His suit was well tailored, he looked like a lawyer who was at least twenty years her senior, with salt and pepper hair. The hottest kind of hair, she thought.

“Um… excuse me, sir?” she asked meekly. The businessman looked up from his phone briefly, and when he saw that it was an attractive young woman, he put his phone down for a moment.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked.

“S-sir I just wanted to ask y- My name is Felicita,” she was fucking this up already, she felt so stupid! “My name i-is Felicita and I wanted to come up and- I was hoping y- what I mean, is that-” but she was cut off with his hand raising and waving her away.

“I’m sorry babe, I don’t have any money.”

“N-NO! No, that’s not what I wanted to as-“

“And while you are, believe me, dressed for the part, I’m not one of those guys that pays for nights out, so why don’t you take your pretty ass over there and leave me alone?” he returned to his phone. But Felicita’s blood pumped in her ears and she could feel her pussy quiver with excitement. Did he just say she was pretty?

“Sir.” She said, trying to compose herself. He looked up at her, visibly annoyed. She looked around them and, while there were people walking around there was no one within earshot. She had to say it perfectly, just like she practiced on the way here.

“Sir what I’m trying to say, is that I want to ask if you were interested in having your ass eaten by me today.”

The silence was the longest part.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?”

“I know, I know it sounds crazy but I’m not trying to trick you!” Felicita bit her bottom lip seductively. “I just really, really like doing it and I’m a little desperate at the moment… I know it sounds weird but I just really need a man right now.” She held her arm, squeezing her breasts together intentionally. This was a man who she couldn’t let go of, he was perfect. Rich, successful, and probably pent up from working in an office all day long. The man put his phone away and looked Felicita up and down.

“Holy shit you’re being serious right now, aren’t you? What, are you some sort of sex addict or something?” He looked around as well, and Felicita’s heart fluttered. That was a really good sign! Maybe he was considering it!

“N-No, not sex… I just love eating ass, it’s a totally different thing. You wouldn’t even have to stick it inside of me or wear a condom or anything! I promise!”

He looked around one last time, and then back to her.

“You’re not a cop or something, are you?”

Felicita was at her edge, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped up to the man and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it, went into her photos, selected a blue folder, entered the password, and handed it to him. He took the phone from her, looked down, and quickly put it against his chest, hiding the screen.

“Is that-“

“That’s me, and those are all real, I swear to you. I’m not a cop or anything.” She played with her fingers while he slowly pulled the phone away, and scrolled through the photos. Each one was a clear picture of her, some of them selfies, some of them taken by someone else, but each one had a man’s ass in the shot. In some she was tongue-deep and cross eyed in between a pair of cheeks, others were proud selfies with her tongue stuck out, a string of drool connecting it to a wet asshole. Some were even taken by the men themselves, squatting, laying, or kneeling, and Felicita in the background burying her face in their darkness. And the real Felicita was there, looking down at the man’s shoes. Quietly, she begged him.

“Please let me taste it…”

He took her into his office building and they stepped into the elevator. The entire time, Felicita’s pussy was drenching her panties, and she could barely keep her hands steady as they gripped her phone excitedly. The man pressed the button to the 44th floor, and the elevator hummed as it ascended.

“So I’m curious,” the man turned to her. “What made you ask me?”

“Ummm… well I have this thing for powerful businessmen, and I thought what better bahis siteleri place to find someone important than in the business district?”

“That makes sense, but I meant why me specifically?” He looked up at the elevator screen, not making eye contact.

“…Why not?” she asked. “You were there.”

*Ding*

The elevator doors opened, and they both stepped out onto the carpeted floors. The tall, mature businessman and the foxy young college student.

They passed a secretary on the way into the office.

“Another model, Mr. Faehlmann?” she asked, smiling at Felicita.

“Yes, Mrs. Laube. We’ll be in my office, I can close up for the day.”

“Wonderful. I’m sure if she makes it to the third interview we can fill in enough spots for the Seasonal Show.”

Felicita barely registered what the secretary was saying, she was too fixated on this Mr. Faehlmann’s ass. She wondered when they would finally be alone.

It didn’t take long, after passing by mostly empty cubicles they went into a large office with huge windows, the man closed and locked the door behind them, and he walked around, carefully turning the wand on the blinds to rotate them closed so that no one would see.

“Are you in charge of a modeling agency?” This was small talk, men always liked it when they got to explain their jobs. And Felicita liked it more, it made her feel tiny and unimportant being a mere college student with mediocre grades.

“Not exactly. I’m the Director of Marketing for the Opfmeiher Soap company.” Felicita’s eyes widened.

“Holy fuck, you work for Opfmeiher? Aren’t they like the biggest cleaning company ever?”

Mr. Faehlmann brushed her words away with free hand, still closing the blinds. “Third largest in the country.”

Holy shit, so he was like, really, really important. Felicita’s hands went to her shirt, and she started to unbutton it, her hands brushing against her erect nipples.

“So you just go around town asking random men if you can eat their asses?” The last blind was drawn closed.

“Well,” Felicita’s shirt opened, and her large tits burst out, jiggling in front of him. “My friend invited me to have a threesome with her boyfriend, but didn’t tell me that he was the Economics professor.” She took her fingers and began to slowly take her skirt by the waistband lower and lower, showing off just how soaked her panties were. She could her Mr. Faehlmann gasped when he saw them so wet. “He said that he would fail me if I didn’t go through with it. But after we both sucked his dick, when he was fucking her he forgot all about me. He called me a dirty slut.” She pouted, and went over to the big window overlooking the city, and pulled the blinds up, making sure anyone who was lucky enough to have a telescope would have quite the view. She liked imagining an audience.

“I guess he just has a thing for her. But I was left all alone…” She let go and the skirt hit the floor. “So I went up behind him.” She stepped forward, seeing Mr. Faehlmann reached for his belt. “I knelt on the ground like this.” Felicita lowered herself, maintaining eye contact with the Director of Marketing until she knelt right in front of him. He unclasped his belt. “And then I asked my Economics professor if I was allowed to please him while he fucked my friend.” His pants and underwear dropped down to his knees. Felicita giggled when his cock sprang up like a toy, pre-cum glistening in the office light. “He said no at first, but I pleaded again, and again…” She grabbed his legs and motioned for him to turn around. He did so, and squatted down, his ass was eye level with Felicita’s face. The sweaty smell of man hit her nostrils and she reached out in front of her. “And after I pleaded and begged, he finally let me please him. But after that day… I was never the same. I am a dirty slut… and I love servicing powerful businessmen. Especially men of business.” And Felicita finally took Mr. Faehlmann’s ass cheeks, spread them apart, smiled happily, and stuck out her tongue.

It was heaven on Earth. Felicita’s tongue touched his butthole and she could feel his body heat radiating. The musky stench burned in her nostrils, she screwed her eyes shut, but her tongue flicked up and down, searching for more territory to claim as her own. She opened her mouth and pressed her entire face into his ass, Mr. Faehlmann moaned loudly as the cute girl lapped up his anus. Her face was entirely buried in his ass cheeks, her head was spinning as her tongue went around and around and around. Mr. Faehlmann breathed heavily, still not believing that a super hot college student volunteered to lick his rim. She slurped up her spit loudly against his skin and pulled back a little.

“Oh my fuck, that’s so stinky! When was the last time you washed?” She couldn’t believe it. It was even better than she’d hoped for, his asshole tasted delicious! His hands were on his cock, furiously masturbating.

“Well I’m in an office all day, I usually take showers in canlı bahis siteleri the evenings. But it gets hot in here and I don’t exactly have a bat- OH!”

He was interrupted when Felicita plunged her face back in, pushing his body forward a little, making him have to grab onto his desk for support.

“It tastes so bad!” came her muffled voice, slobbering and going wild in his hole. It was so yummy, she loved it more than anything! Her fingers dug into his cheeks and pulled them even further, she was using all of her strength to be able to lick as much as she could! She pulled away again, letting go of his ass and licking her lips. “You’re a high ranking businessman, why don’t you take showers in the morning? Your ass is all sweaty.” Her hand went down to her phone, and she secretly took a selfie, loving that her make-up was smeared and he had a streak of red lipstick all over his asshole. Her fingers then went into her panties, and she flicked herself as her head went lower, she was going crazy and was about to have an amazing orgasm after rimming this guy. “You’re lucky I literally can’t help myself around businessmen…” Her tongue stuck out, and with expert marksmanship, she hit the dead center of his anus, forcing her tongue inside of him as she came from just teasing herself.

He cried out and came hard, his cock spewing shots of cum as Felicita’s tongue fucked him. His knees quivered, making him fall a little lower, only making Felicita’s tongue go deeper. Both of them were in heaven right now. Mr. Faehlmann took some time to finish pumping out cum, letting his orgasm roll through his body. Felicita’s pussy was drenched, her panties were basically worth less, and they both collapsed on the floor of his office.

Three months later

Benedict Faehlmann breathed a sigh of relief in his seat. The private dinner party of the Opfmeiher Soap company’s top executives was going well, and he had his promise to keep. Felicita was on her hands and knees after that day, begging him into getting her in on the biggest corporate party of the year. She promised she would clean his ass every week until then, and he reluctantly agreed. He regretted letting that slut into his office, now his sex life was ruined. She’s made him cum harder than his wife ever had, and he found himself looking at rimjob videos more and more in his free time. Why did Felicia have to show up to his office every Friday in a different lingerie outfit? Why did she have to be so hot!? Now she wanted…

He stood up when he saw Mr. Hess leaving the room, this was her chance. He went into the kitchens and saw Felicita there, patiently waiting with her skin-tight red dress on, hair done up and make-up expertly applied. She looked like a movie star, the only thing sexier than her ass in that dress was her breasts, the keyhole opening showing a delicious amount of cleavage. No college girl should have that much of a chest, it wasn’t fair.

“He’s heading outside, now is your chance.”

“Holy shit really?? Mr. Hess?? Thank you thank you thank you!” She jumped up and down excitedly clapping her hands, her breasts bouncing with her. She kissed Mr. Faehlmann on the cheek and ran out, her heels clicking on the tile as she did. Their deal was done. Benedict took his car keys and left the other way. Maybe his wife would eventually be open to discussion about anal play…

She ran out of the side door and into the alley, where she found Mr. Hess, the CEO of Vesta Global, the biggest financial group in the country, ending a phone call. This man was in charge of the company that determined the GDP of the nation, and even the Prime Minister himself wouldn’t dare cross him. Felicita prepared herself, and walked up to him.

“Hi, Mr. Hess?”

The man turned his head and peered at her. “Can I help you, Miss?”

“H-Hi, I think you spoke with Mr. Faehlmann earlier… I’m Felicita.”

Mr. Hess’ eyes widened, and then he smiled contemptuously. “That’s right, you’re that young thing that begged him to… Wow, You’re actually real. I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think you’d be a total smoke show. And you’re younger than I thought you’d be. Shit, you could be a model with looks like yours.” He put his hands in his pockets and faced her. Felicita blushed, and her pussy was on fire.

“Did h-he talk to you a-about why-“

“Yes, yes, Beni told me all about you and how you’d be here tonight. I’m going to be honest, I’m not interested.”

Felicita’s heart sank. “I-I’m sorry?”

“Yes, I know you’ve come here to offer to… what do you kids say these days? Eat my ass? I’m sorry to say as hot as it sounds I don’t think I’d be into it.”

Felicita’s world was falling apart. “B-But please!”

Mr. Hess put his hand up. “I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t feel right giving in to enable an addict. Even if it is an addiction that I’ve never heard of.” He started to turn to walk away.

“PLEASE!” Felicita reached out and grabbed his hand before he could open the door. “Please! canlı bahis Sir, sir please I’ve been dreaming of this for months since I’ve seen your picture. Yes, I know it’s a strange addiction but I only like powerful businessmen! Sir please, I’ve… I’ve been with Mr. Faehlmann for months only because I knew it would give me a chance with you!” Her eyes started welling up with tears.

“Well then I’m sorry to hear that, my dear. And besides, my wife is waiting for me after my phone call just now.” His voice was regretful.

“PLEASE!” Felicita dropped to the floor of the dirty alley. “Please Mr. Hess, sir, please I’ll do anything!” Her hands dropped to the floor. “I’ll do whatever you want, I-” she whipped around and got her mini purse. “You valet parked here tonight, right? Please I’ll pay for your valet fare! I have…” her fingers nervously fumbled around the purse, she had to be quick or else her only chance could be escaping! “Please, I have twenty… sixty-five… please just-” She thrust her entire purse at him. “Take everything, please! I’ll find a way home, it’s fine, I don’t live far!” The desperation in her voice echoed on the walls of the alley buildings. She did live far from here. Very far, if she had no money left then she would be stuck here…

“Darling I’m in no need of money, I don’t need any of that.” His fingers reached around the doorknob and he shook his head at her. Felicita stood frozen, her fingers tightly gripping her purse. Her eyes were wet, and hot tears trickled down her cheeks.

“I’ll do anything. I’ll be your slave!” she said excitedly. “I’ll be your personal cumdump, you can just use me as a bidet in your bathroom, you can let your friends use me however they want, I don’t mind! It’s fine, really I won’t say anything, you can spit on me and kick me and I’ll kiss your feet! Sir, please…” It wasn’t working. Mr. Hess kept shaking his head at her.

Felicita dropped to the ground, her face pressed against Mr. Hess’ boot. Her tears fell, smearing her make-up and leaving spots on his newly polished shine. He stood there, looking down at her. The young, beautiful girl begging at his feet.

“Five minutes,” she said simply. He raised an eyebrow.

“What was that?”

“Five minutes.” Felicita sat up, kneeling on the concrete ground and looking up at him with her tear-streaked face. “Please, sir. Please allow me the honor of servicing you for just five minutes. After that you never have to see me again, I swear I’ll leave you alone forever.” Mr. Hess looked into her eyes, and he saw that she was completely honest with him.

“So you give me a rimjob in this alley, and you’re promising me that you’ll never try to contact me again?”

“I swear to you, sir.” Felicita put her hands on her lap, and nodded obediently, listening to him.

“And you’ll give me all the money in your purse?” She immediately took the purse off the ground and handed it to him, her face stone cold.

“It’s yours, sir.” He took it gingerly and put it in his coat pocket with his free hand.

“And if I told my friends about you, if they were interested, you would let them use you however they wanted?”

“If you give me five minutes, sir, I will do whatever they say happily.”

Mr Hess’ fingers still gripped the doorknob.

“…Three minutes.” he said, in a final sort of way. Felicita smiled, bowed her head, and kissed his shoe, cleaning her make-up off of it.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you so much, thank you thank you.”

Mr. Hess’ fingers finally let go of the door, and Felicita wasted no time. Her hands went around the bottom of her dress and she tugged and pulled and squirmed to get out of it. It was tighter than anything she owned, and she was wasting precious time. She tore the dress and threw it away, her exposed breasts were bouncing with her erratic movement, and Mr. Hess raised his eyebrows in surprise at her lack of any underwear whatsoever, and he raised them higher when he saw that she had a jewel sticking out of her own ass.

“My dear,” he asked, unbuckling his belt. “Is that a butt plug you’re wearing?”

Felicita helped him with the belt and pulled his pants all the way down.

“It’s a vibrating butt plug, sir. I kept it inside and left it turned on the entire night, sir.” Mr. Hess turned around, pulled his boxers down, squatted, and muttered to himself as he started his timer on his smartwatch.

“KIds these days…”

Felicita was completely naked except for her heels, and she rubbed herself, touching her pussy and rubbing her erect nipple, savoring every second of this sight. The CEO of the country’s biggest corporation had his big, hairy ass in her face. She could literally see the beads of sweat on his hairs, and she reached down past her vagina, and pulled on her buttplug as she licked his ass, up and down.

“Oh, sir, you reek,” she moaned, lovingly lapping up his ass with her tongue again and again. The butt plug dropped to the ground, still buzzing, and Felicita’s wet finger rubbed her own anus, while she puckered up her lips. She put her other hand on Mr. Hess’ cheek and spread it apart, closed her eyes, and leaned in, holding her breath, for the best kiss of her entire life…

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