Let Me In

mommy haseul

hey cute errand boy

I have a name you know

yeah but its much more fun to call you my errand boy

what a fitting name too since im using you for so many purposes 😈

ill stop when it bothers you

you shouldnt ever stop using me

oh? you want me to call you that more

i didnt say that

but I like using you as my personal foot rest 💗

I suppose the feeling is mutual

gasp

did my assistant just admit to liking me?

was i not obvious enough about that before now?

I wanted confirmation from you

that im a good boy?

well, yes, youre a very good boy for me

even if you forget things

when have i ever forgotten anything

yesterday you forgot about the donut box

you expect me to remember donuts when your tits were in my face

hm yeah

honestly I blame myself for that one

whats for lunch baby

dont say me

you

what did mommy just say

forgot

guess mommy will have to punish me

you dont get a punishment that easy

😭

you should know by now that good boys only deserve a reward, not punishments

whats my reward then

hmm

what should I give you

I mean I can think of a few things

but none would be work-appropriate

i would hope not

so

what's for lunch

pizza?

there goes my diet again

mommy doesnt need to diet

ill help you work it all off after work

hmm?

how you planning on doing that

the usual

gonna get mommy nice and sweaty and exhausted

i have a meeting right after lunch before you can get me that sweaty

i can wait

i know you can

because you're my good boy

of course i am mommy

good

now come fetch me those papers i told you about earlier

and i'll order the pizza <3

The enviable task as Haseul's personal footrest is one you excel at. Heels on the ground, feet planted in your lap, toes teasing on occasion while she eats a slice of pizza on the other end of the couch. And what a challenge to sit there, a slice in one hand, one of Haseul's stocking-clad feet in your other, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Good choice," Haseul muses between a bite. "You're right, my cute errand boy. No diet today."

"We had salad yesterday, so it all cancels out, right?"

Haseul grins, flexing her toes through the stockings to rub at your cock. "That's the spirit. Indulge once in a while. You, more than anyone, should know exactly how much I love doing that."

It's a strange sort of pleasure, to try and enjoy this greasy slice of pizza while your boss is tormenting you at the same time. Every second her foot is rubbing against you, trying to form a coherent thought becomes impossible. A smile stays etched on Haseul's lips the whole time, a cute, curious, and mischievous look as her sole drags slowly over your hardening cock.

The dark stockings don't help, nor does the pencil skirt that's far too tight around her ass, or the little half-buttoned up blouse that lets a good chunk of cleavage show through. Not exactly work appropriate, but hard to complain when she makes the rules after all.

"You're so cute when you're flustered," Haseul giggles, making a show of swallowing a bite down.

"I'm not flustered. I'm just enjoying the pizza. Thanks, by the way, boss."

"Enjoying me teasing you. Knowing no matter how hard I get you, there's nothing you can do once I leave my office..."

"I'll manage."

"Sure you will."

Haseul lifts her other foot, pressing it right against your face and right over your lips. The soft fabric against your face, that very subtle scent that you breath in as you lean in and kiss her sole. Just one kiss turns to several, as she holds still for you, allowing your lips to pepper the surface, not missing an inch.

"Is my errand boy desperate yet?" she asks, foot slipping further from the kiss, prying your lips open, the tip of her big toe edging the inside.

All you do is look at her, staring at the smirk on her lips, quiet as you gently suck at her toe through the thin barrier, making her giggle just a bit as she traces your cheekbone with her other foot.

"Not desperate. Just doing my job. Boss."

"Pretty sure your job description doesn't include foot worship. But maybe we should update your contract."

With an exaggerated sigh and a pop of your lips, you gently suck on the next one, sealing your lips around it and swirling your tongue around. There's no patience in how she slides that second toe right along your tongue, urging you to close and give it a lewd slurp.

"Maybe we should add oral services too. And body worship. A daily quota that needs met."

Haseul sighs. "HR still needs to go over these, so let's not get too carried away. But you always know what I need, don't you? Without even having to tell you."

There's no doubt that Haseul is loving the attention, the content sighs, the way her head tilts back and enjoys every second. She isn't exactly fighting this either, no attempt to do anything but indulge you further, sinking into the couch and just letting you get to work.

She can order you around all day, call you whatever she likes and you'll thank her for it.

But you're not exactly equipped with the ability to worship properly, not with all this silky-soft material blocking access. Haseul shuts her eyes and has no idea what you're about to do—you pull the nylon away with a sharp rip of your teeth and tear it wide open, hearing a gasp spill from her mouth in an instant as her eyes shoot open.

You have no regrets and tear it further along, giving you perfect access to kiss, lick, and suck along her toes without a thing to get in the way. It's all so good, the taste, the slight hint of salty skin, the ease of lavishing her from heel to toe—it's what you need, maybe more than her.

"Did... did you just rip my stockings just so you could suck my toes without them?" Haseul asks with a bit of disbelief in her voice.

"What else was I supposed to do?" you ask honestly. "Besides, I got the feeling you liked me doing that."

She finds it hard to argue with, and just lets your worship continue, relishing in this treat. Nothing but a comfortable Haseul stretched across the couch, one foot still rubbing slowly over your erection as the other gets the attention it deserves. Your tongue treating each and painted toe with equal enthusiasm and no shortage of desire to please your boss.

"Very daring of you," Haseul coos, her toes popping out from your wet lips just to be replaced with the next ones. "But you're not wrong. I do really like you doing that. Among other things."

"Good," you breathe out with a long drag across her entire sole, your lips peppered with a mess spit from the treatment.

"When we get home tonight," she says. "We'll go over what a good boy you've been today, yes? And that includes a little something extra."

"Of course," you say eagerly between sucks. "Whatever mommy wants."

"What I want," she starts, relaxing back. "Is my obedient little assistant to keep sucking my toes. Don't forget the other. Might as well rip the other one too you horny thing…"

The other pair of dark nylons are in your teeth quickly, taking in her taste all over again. Without hesitation, you rip open her other stocking without restraint, leaving her feet completely bare, ready to be devoured. But there's a buzz on the phone nearby, a rude interruption to this wonderful moment.

"Fuck, the meeting," Haseul mutters in annoyance, glancing quickly at the clock. "Let them know I'll be late, will you? And me with no fucking stockings. Blame you for it, errand boy."

Her words bring a sense of pride in the aftermath of those gorgeous feet of hers, kissing each one one more time before they slip from your lips.

"I'll go grab some new ones real quick—"

"Don't you dare. Nowhere close to being finished. Keep those lips on my toes until I say otherwise. I'll ask Yeojin to pick some up. This way she isn't just lazing around here all day."

Without another word you gladly oblige and get back to what matters, Haseul's bare feet pressed right against your lips while she messages Yeojin for some replacements. Your tongue laps over her smooth, creamy skin, nibbling slightly and unable to resist licking along and suckling between those pretty painted toes that drive you feral.

"Bought us an extra ten minutes," Haseul says, shooting a glance down your way and that satisfied smile that never leaves her lips. "And you, have been a very good boy. Might let you eat me out after all that."

Her words bring nothing but the strongest burst of excitement, only urged on by the saliva slicked all over her soles from your salacious attempts to satisfy her. The tease of something more, the threat that she might not deliver on her promise to make a meal out of you.

But you know Haseul delivers on her promises, and doesn't really need you for any errands—that's for Yeojin to deal with. All she needs is the worship and adoration of a very lucky assistant, who'll do everything possible for that privilege.

"Now, the real question is…" Haseul starts as her fingers card through your hair. "How big of a reward do you deserve, baby?

The look in her eyes has that lingering desire to please deep within them, the way she towers over you like this, only wearing your favorite lingerie set, the one with the black silky lace that hugs her wide hips so nicely and lets those full tits almost spill over the top.

"The biggest, mommy," you quickly reply. "So big. The best kind of reward."

Haseul lets out the softest laugh, tilting your chin with a firm press from her fingers to make sure she's got your complete, undivided attention.

"Thought so," Haseul says, staring a bit more intently as you kneel beneath her. "Because mommy thinks you deserve the biggest reward too, my very good errand boy. Like maybe, seven inches? Eight?"

"Whichever mommy wants," you almost whine out, feeling yourself growing needier by the second.

"No, no, not what I want. What does my pretty baby want? Want it a little rougher today? Sounds like you do."

You nod feverishly and not a moment is wasted before you're on her spacious mattress, a pillow under your hips and your legs spread out.

"Use your words like a good boy."

Your words fail you at a time like this, even though your answer is obvious, trying to cling onto that last thread of composure when Haseul's slick fingers are sliding deep inside your asshole. "Y-yeah. Want it rough. Deep and rough. P-please, mommy. I can handle it."

"I know you can, but I still wanted you to say it," Haseul coos before lifting your legs up and bending them enough so your feet dangle in the air.

Before you can answer, there's a groan spilling from your lips instead, as Haseul nudges the toy in their place. Everything in you throbs as the silicone pushes into you, cock leaking in the air without even a single touch. It's so deliciously frustrating, so slow, a little at a time that fills you up, more until you feel the entire length of Haseul's toy buried into you.

"M-mommy—"

"I remember how nervous you were the first time I fucked you like this," Haseul says while her eyes wander, hips moving in slow strokes, drawing out until the tip remains before she plunges right back in and slams against your prostate. "Not because you were worried I would hurt you, or make you uncomfortable, but you were worried you'd love it."

 The change in angle comes after, the next thrust of her hips deeper than the last one, that's everything. Your fingers dig into the bedsheets and the sudden, fierce slam of her hips hits you just the way you crave.

"Y-yeah, can't deny it I guess."

"Of course you can't. You love being pegged by your boss, don't you baby? My cute assistant reduced to a moaning little mess from me filling him up..."

"I love it, fuck."

Her hips smack hard against you again and you only groan at the intensity, the relentless thrusting in and out. Your own cock aches from the feeling of Haseul inside you, those delicate hands on your thighs to keep you in place. The heavy smacking of the thick silicone pumping deep in and out of you, all the lewdness of hearing it echo through the bedroom.

"Can always tell," Haseul giggles. "Mommy knows how much her good little errand boy likes this, huh?"

"You don't have to be so smug about it."

"Yes, I do," she argues back. "Because you look so fucking cute right now and that's really hard to top."

It's this position you love, on your back, legs being held in the air as the forceful pace of your boss fucking into you makes you feel so vulnerable, yet so amazing at the same time. It's her delicate fingers grazing over your cock, just the right amount of friction that has you utterly speechless.

"Should see yourself," Haseul practically taunts, that devilish smirk on her lips. "Like having mommy's cock pumping into you nice and deep?"

"Yes, mommy, f-fuck..."

Haseul laughs, slamming away. Taking you apart in ways she loves to see, leaving you unable to focus on anything else but the way you clench hard against her thick, silicone shaft that doesn't miss your prostate with every repeated thrust.

"Feels so good," you gasp out between labored sighs and whimpers, her hips slapping against yours. "Almost there. Think I'm—"

"Mommy would love it if you came. Be a good boy and blow that load for me. A nice, huge one just for me."

Her fingers suddenly stroke faster, those eyes on you the entire time, how you can hardly last—how everything builds up too far past the point of no return. Your cock throbs, desperate for relief, Haseul's hips pounding away inside you while you grow even needier with each rough pump inside of your ass.

"M-mommy, I'm—"

It's over the instant Haseul smirks down at you, unable to contain it anymore as those perfect tits bounce along to each stroke that drives into you. One final, hard plunge of that silicone cock inside you has you seizing in pleasure, clenching hard against it as you shoot out streams of cum all over yourself, some getting all over her hand while you squirm beneath her.

"Good boy," Haseul giggles, stroking through the messy finish. "That's my good boy. You made quite a mess for mommy, didn't you? You deserved a big reward like that, making mommy feel so good... letting me pound into that ass of yours."

You have no way to respond other than the desperate clench your ass gives around her thick strap, squeezing it inside you, loving the feeling of the toy buried within you. She knows what this does to you, the overwhelming way the strap continues to fuck your aching hole.

"M-mommy," you breathlessly whine, still panting, still feeling the rest of your body react. "Please. No more."

The strap slides free in an instant and the whine that leaves your lips puts a happy glimmer in her eyes, followed by a sloppy lick all the way from base to tip, cleaning you up like a treat she enjoys devouring. "My good boy came a lot for mommy, I know," she says, tongue lapping away. "Look at you squirm."

There's no argument to be had, no point in trying as Haseul runs her tongue all over your throbbing,sensitive cock. Not even finished cleaning when her lips press right over the tip, sealing in and sucking hard at the mess left.

"And you taste amazing," Haseul continues. "So good, like always."

A groan spills from your lips when she dips further and sucks just the head of your cock right into her mouth, your fingers wrapping through her silky hair, watching her bobbing back and forth as if she hasn't gotten enough.

"Love when you get me all wet... how many times can mommy make her sweet errand boy cum tonight?" Her lips wrap tight to slurp another mess from the tip, suckling lightly, enough to send that bolt of pleasure straight to your hips. "Maybe you can cum again right in my mouth."

"G-god," you groan, trying to ease her off as your cock leaks off the end of her tongue. "Too m-much—"

"Fine. Just a taste then, since you were such a good boy. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Maybe after a good shower, you'll be ready for me to ride your cock too."

There's no greater tease, and you can't help but flinch with every movement, legs still shaking a bit from the lingering sensitivity, every single trace of cum licked clean off your shaft as you struggle to steady yourself.

"Thanks mommy," you whisper, earning a kiss on the cheek.

"Anything for my good boy, anything."

"G-gonna... god, fuck!"

Haseul rides like a pro, throwing those hips back hard each time they meet yours, her breasts bouncing with each smack, her delicious ass slamming on top of your cock.

"You're gonna make mommy cum again," she growls back at you, hand cupping your face and staring down. There's nothing quite like the view above, her blouse fully opened, breasts exposed in the middle of the office on the leather, her wide hips rocking with those lustful moans leaving her mouth.

You've had more than you can handle at this point, just your boss taking what she needs. The way she uses your cock, so desperate and greedy, chasing her orgasm over and over, the third one of the hour—or is it fourth already?

All you can do is squeeze those perfect, bouncing tits in your hands, watching the bliss form on Haseul's face with your hips bucking upward into her.

"That's mommy's good boy," she moans out, hips bouncing harder. "Make me cum."

You pump faster, matching the speed of her hips, just her soft tits in your hand as she gives in, unleashing everything above as her pussy clamps hard against you. She collapses in an instant, right on your chest and against you while you fill her up again, buried deep inside and holding on as that familiar warmth spreads through her cunt.

"So good," you say, gasping. "Like you're gonna break me."

"Think... you made me cum three times," Haseul struggles, lips close to yours, kissing over your ear. "Fuck, I lost count thanks to your dumb big cock."

Through the heavy breathing she's already kissing your bare chest, rolling those hips softly around the thickness still buried within her.

"Here's the reports you needed, boss."

The door swings open and Yeojin enters without a warning, a small folder clutched under her arm, her heels clicking along the floor.

"Thanks, Yeojin, really appreciate it."

Yeojin eyes the office and the desk, completely cluttered, a pair of black lace panties hanging just off the edge as she places the papers right beside. Her gaze shifts curiously between you, Haseul, and back again.

"Sorry for interrupting your... busy day."

Haseul shrugs nonchalantly and smiles. "We were just—oh, nevermind it's obvious."

"I know. The entire office knows. You don't have to keep this a secret."

You almost laugh. Almost, if it wasn't for Haseul's entire body covering you and trapping you under the leather as her weight bears down on top of you.

"You're a smart girl," Haseul admits. "Always have been. That's why I hired you, sorry to have you keep walking in on us."

"I'm used to it. I won't pry though. You pay me well and you don't make me clean up your messes afterwards, that's enough for me."

But the embarrassment dissipates quickly as soon as Yeojin leaves, shutting the door behind and Haseul nearly rolls off you in laughter.

"We really gotta stop fucking here while I'm at work, jesus," she lets out.

"Well it's kinda hard when you keep ripping off my belt and tugging my pants down every five minutes," you say, still out of breath, your dick still needy and wet between her legs.

Haseul plants the deepest kiss to your neck and chuckles. "In my defense, you're the best stress relief I could possibly have. Work gets so fucking annoying and I have my good boy to take care of all that. Lucky you."

"Lucky me. Guess I'll stick around then."

"You better."