Olivia’s New Office Chair
by blue_eyes11

Olivia managed a Restaurant in a 5 star hotel and is responsible for products, this day she had a meeting with a local wine maker; James. They had met before and despite his obvious attractiveness he was a complete idiot who made awful wine and knew nothing about it.

It was mid afternoon and as the meeting approached Olivia went to the bathroom to touch herself up. Quickly checking herself out in the mirror; Dressed professionally in a nice black dress that did wonders for her figure, matched well with her long brunette hair, pretty face and dazzling eyes. ‘Irresistible’ she thought was she walked out into the restaurant. Olivia wasn’t wrong, she was beautiful and never short of any attention wherever she was.

It was mid afternoon, restaurant was closed and as she walked in awaiting her was James. 6ft tall, dark hair and handsome, shame he was such a moron. Good afternoon, they politely greeted and sat at the bar to discuss his new wine products. After around 15 long minutes with this idiot he finally realised she wasn’t going to agree to sell any of his product but he was desperate and just outright asked if there was *anything he could offer. By now she was already bored, a bit rude and short tempered with him, Olivia smirked and muttered that she more use for inanimate objects, not intending to be heard but not really being subtle either. James heard her and she knew it, shocked by her statement sat bemused, as he usually did anyway. He leaned back in his chair and retorted that was more use than an inanimate object.

Olivia had a long run of wrapping idiots like his around her little finger and without a single moments hesitation said, ‘prove it, I need to go back to actual work, you can be my chair….. if you do a good job I may consider your shitty wine’ knowing full well she never would; hope is powerful thing. James although hesitant needed this opportunity so reluctantly agreed, how hard could this be. Also she was hot as fuck and his silly little brain thought the contact may be route in. Olivia was going to utterly humiliate him for her own pleasure and he had no idea just yet.

Olivia got up and beckoned James to follow her, he obliged and took full opportunity to admire her beautiful figure and ass. She walked into her office over to the desk and turned to him looking directly in his eyes as she pushed the chair out of the way. ‘Well what the fuck are you waiting for idiot, get over here and get on your knees, let’s see if you are useful or not’ clearly she was now beyond pretending to like him at all. James glumly walked over but couldn’t keep her eye contact out of embarrassment. He got down on all fours to make a bench out of himself for Olivia to use as a chair. She quickly kicked him, ‘no idiot; you really are stupid, get on your knees and sit up, Ill be sitting on your face’. James started to protest but quickly received another kick ‘inanimate objects don’t talk, now get in position’. This was so humiliating and James couldn’t believe he was letting her treat him like this, but in a trance and almost as an out of body experience despite what she was demanding he did as was he was told and sat back onto his knees.

Olivia stood in front of her desk and turned her head to look over her shoulder to see her new chair perfectly positioned to be sat on. She let out a little laugh and smirked at this idiot below her, and then without a care she sat back engulfing James face under her beautiful ass. James slowly watched in horror and helplessness as his world was put into darkness, as she settled into a comfortable position, James face got pressed further up into her ass with each adjustment and wiggle of her prefect butt cheeks, she sat so he had a little breathing room just to ensure she could work in peace without having to deal with him struggling too much. And with that… James became Olivia’s chair.

For the first twenty minutes or so Olivia mused about how easily she had turned this idiot into her chair, every now and then she would shift forward and cut of his air supply for a few seconds, every time hearing his gasping for breathe when she gave his air supply back made her laugh. She always looked back over her shoulder while she did this to see the struggle In his eyes. It was almost to tempting at times to just keep him smothered so he would pass out under her ass. But, she had work to do, eventually just casually ignoring him as he was squashed under her perfect ass as she continued with her workload for the afternoon. After what felt like an eternity James felt Olivia stand up, his face had been remoulded and flattened under this devious beauty, he was exhausted and faintly heard her Olivia say ‘You know I should keep you here as my chair permanently, it makes work far more enjoyable for me, and I don’t really care about your opinion on the matter’.

She turned to face James who just remained on his knees. ‘Don’t look relieved, I’m not finished with you, your are going back under my ass where you belong, but first… ‘ James could see an evil wicked smile appear over her face, Oliver wanted to fully show this man exactly what she thought of him, a useless asshole, which is exactly where she was going to put him. What kind of pathetic idiot agrees to be someone else’s chair anyway. She hitched up her skirt and pulled down her panties turned around and stood over her chair gleefully ‘your better not move or there will be hell to pay’. With that looking back over her should she began to sit back down on James upturned face. Slowly she made sure she positioned herself so his nose went straight into her asshole and his mouth was under her pussy. James to tired to move just watched on as this girl was absolutely dominated him.

As she sat, she shifted about to ensure his nose went straight between her cheeks, at one point grabbing them and pulling them apart to ensure his face disappeared. ‘Hahahaha, what a fucking loser, his nose is firmly wedged in my ass’ she torted to herself. Olivia enjoyed this feeling of having this mans face and nose buried deep in her asshole, it turned her on greatly. This day was turning into a great one, finally a use for this idiot. A human chair that she could bury In her ass, smother and humiliate. ‘I hope your enjoying the smell, hahaha’

After a good long while she promoted stood up, turned slapped him round the face, all to James surprise, then resumed sitting on his face. What the fuck was that for James wondered. She did it again, then again, and again. ‘At the fifth time as she stood her quickly stammered out ‘why?’ before she could slap him, Staring straight at him ‘if you don’t say thank you to my beautiful ass for having the honour of being sat on by me I’ll keep fucking slapping you’. As quickly as he could ‘thank yo… Olivia cut in’ that’s not thank you is it, get your tongue out, you can thank it by French kissing my asshole’ and the she slapped him again and stood swaying her ass in-front of him waiting for him to put his tongue out.

James looked up into Olivia’s eyes and slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, much to Olivia’s delight. It was the sure sign that he fully accepted his role as her personal slave and chair. She had him now, and there nothing he would or wanted to do to prevent her abusing him. ‘You had better lick my asshole better than you’ve ever passionately kissed anyone…. ever, or there will be hell to pay’.

Olivia resumed her seated position and James adjusted so his mouth sealed around her asshole, feeling his tongue enter her ass was as degrading as it gets, Olivia instantly let out a moan of enjoyment knowing what she had achieved. James began licking as well as he could but he was already exhausted, it didn’t seem to matter to Olivia as she soon shortly grinding on his face and playing with herself. Grinding her ass firmly back into his face, excited her to no end she began to get wetter and wetter, a growing feeling of warmth and tingles spread over her body. All the while James was trying his damned hardest to keep her happy by licking this girls asshole. How had he ended up in this humiliating positing of letting this girl get off to using him as a chair and then making him lick her ass while doing so? He was truly her complete bitch now. Olivia didn’t care at all, quite the opposite and was really enjoying herself at his expense . Slowly began bringing herself up and grinding and vigorously rubbing herself making a complete mess of his face in the process, her pussy juices were running all over his face and down his chin onto his body. Until after some minutes she began getting a rush of blood, heat, and a great feeling rushing through her pussy, and then she climaxed. As she did she grabbed James head and rubbed herself all over his already messy face, moving around to make sure her cum went everywhere. ‘Open your fucking mouth and look at me’ as she hovered above him, she dripped a load into his mouth ‘now swallow’ hahaha. ‘I just came over your useless pathetic face, my asshole was not pleased with your efforts however and you’ll have to make it up to it soon you useless idiot’.

Olivia stood up, looked down upon James broken face and glared straight sat him. ‘Did you enjoy having your tongue in my ass, Hahahaha. This won’t be the last time either, your my fucking slave bitch boy and human chair from now on’ now…….. fuck off. James was still paralysed and in shock of what just happened to him, Olivia pulled up her panties, adjusted her dress looking a beautiful as ever. Finally she spat on his face, then kicked him to the floor and walked off, stepping on his head as she did so.