Wicke Femdom Ass Worship

The fifth late work night in a row. Wicke was getting tired, and worse, getting stressed. Dealing with experiments, protecting Pokemon, and now that insufferable Team Skull causing trouble for everyone. She was reaching a breaking point, or at least a “I need a vacation” point.

The door to her office opened, and an Aether employee wheeled in another large test tube, labeled UBP-173K. “Miss Wicke, Doctor Faba wants you to keep an eye on this one.”

Wicke sighed. More work. She stood from her desk, moving to inspect the tube. “Thank you, hun, I’ll take over from here.” She inspected it top to bottom, adjusted her glasses, and leaned in to get a better look.

“Um, anything I can do to help, ma’am?” the employee asked.

“I can handle this, but thank you so much. You should head home and get some rest, though.”

Now this is strange. The tube seemed empty, and it would have seemed like a failure except for the coloration--it changed from blue to yellow. In addition, the liquid seemed to be carbonated, and… Was that employee still there?

Wicke looked behind her, hands still on her knees, and caught him snapping his head up. She felt a warmth creep over her cheeks, but a small smile soon followed. “What’s wrong, hun? Something got your attention?”

“No, ma’am, I, uh, I’m just burnt out tonight. Long day and all.”

He was a bad liar, but it made him cute in a way. “You sure?” Wicke asked, pulling the hem of her skirt up. “Looked like you saw something you liked.”

The employee gulped. He opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out.

Wicke stood, and pulled the skirt tight over her butt. “Do you maybe want to get a closer look?”

“Ma’am? I, uh.” He gave up on words, caught so off guard, and nodded instead.

Wicke turned around, a hand on her hip, and the other beckoning the employee closer. He came, and she put her hands on his cheeks. He was a rather tall one, this employee, so she pulled his head down to whisper in his ear, “Can you get down on your knees, hun?”

He hesitated, but obeyed, and it drew Wicke’s smile wider, a tingling spreading over her chest. She put a hand on his shoulder, and another pushed back his hat, fingers running through his hair. “That’s good, I like the obedient ones.” Wicke caressed his cheeks and asked, “So, you’re the type who likes staring at innocent ladies’ butts? That’s so dirty. But lucky for you, I find it kind of cute. I’ll give you a choice. We can end this now, or I’ll let you get that closer look like I promised before, so long as you do everything I say. Deal?”

The employee swallowed, then nodded. “Deal.”

“That’s a good boy.” Wicke turned around again, leaning over. Once more, she pulled her skirt tight over her ass, a heart shape bulging through the fabric. “This is what you wanted to see?”

“Yeah.”

Wicke stood, putting her hands on her hips giving him a warning look. “Speak properly, or we’ll stop here.”

“Um, yes ma’am.”

Her lips curled upwards again. “Good.” She pulled up her skirt, slowly. A cool feeling caressed her skin, and something delightfully occurred to her. “If you can guess something about the kind of underwear I’m wearing, I’ll pull it up higher. But get it wrong, and I’ll pull it down lower.”

The employee blinked, knitted his brows, then offered. “Something lacey?”

“Very good!” Wicke cooed. She pulled her skirt up higher, as promised, and a patch of lace purple cloth surrounded by pliant flesh peeked from underneath. “Keep going, the game’s not over yet.”

“Um…” he stammered. “I don’t know. They fit you well.”

“Hm… I’ll give you that one, but no more freebies.” She pulled it up higher once more, and the purple of her underwear disappeared into her cheeks.

The employee bit his lips, his stare unwavering. “You’re wearing a thong?”

“Wow, you’re good at this game.” She pulled her skirt higher again, her round ass more than half uncovered. “Look at you! You look like you’re having a hard time.” And he did, shifting his legs here and there, trying to get more room in his pants one way or another. “Do you want to take that out? It seems pretty stuffy. Well, go on! Let it out!”

The employee undressed as much as he could, the complexity of his uniform being an irritant for the first time. Instinctively, he grabbed a hold of his member.

“I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself! You let go of that right now, mister! Hands on your lap!”

He did, a whisper of a groan slipping from his throat.

“Good. Now,” Wicke gently spanked herself, a tiny ripple going over her ass, “let’s keep playing.”

The employee was silent for a moment, opened his mouth, closed it, then said finally. “You’re going to take them off.”

Wicke laughed. “You’re cheeky, aren’t you? Well, you’re not wrong, so I guess it counts.” Finally, she pulled her skirt all the way up to her hips. “So? Is it nice?”

“Yes, ma’am, it looks amazing.”

“Oh, you’re so nice!” Wicke ran her fingers over her bare ass, down to her thighs, then dragging them back up to her hips. “Want to give it some love? I’ll allow it, for now.”

He leaned in, kissing it gently, and Wicke giggled. “That tickles a bit, hun. I meant with your hands, silly! Why don’t you give it a little massage?”

Embarrassed, he lowered his head a bit, then gingerly gave her ass a squeeze. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh, and Wicke moaned quietly.

“That feels nice. Do it some more, really enjoy yourself.” And he did, running his hand over her ass, pulling it apart, squeezing it; he even caved in and started kissing and licking her butt. Wicke showed her appreciation in small moans and gasps. The employee was now becoming painfully aware of the rigidity between his legs.

Wicke took a step away, pulling her skirt back down. “Okay, that’s enough, honey. Go ahead and sit down on that chair over there.” The employee obeyed, eager to get whatever the shapely woman was willing to give him.

Wicke reached up her skirt at the sides and slowly pulled her thong off, stepping out of it and spinning the garment on her finger. “See? I told you you weren’t wrong.” Wicked walked over to him and turned around. She sat down, her fat ass enveloping his member even through the skirt. She started grinding up and down slowly. “Does that feel good? When I rub my ass on your hard cock?”

The employee groaned. “Yes, ma’am, it feels real good.”

Wicke started gyrating her hips, still slowly. “I love how honest you are, hun. And I love how easy to please you are.” She sped up, grinding harder against his member. He squeezed her ass like he did before, but she slapped his hands away. “Not this time, sweetie. You just sit there and watch.”

Wicke reached back and pushed his cock deeper into the crevice formed in her skirt, wiggling her hips left and right. The employee groaned, and that set her off. She started gyrating and grinding roughly against his dick, her skirt starting to ride up. Soon, she pulled it up all the way on her own, and his cock started sliding between Wicke’s cheeks, mildly lubricated by his precum.

Wicke slowed down again, panting a bit. “How is it? Are you getting close? Do you want to cum?” The employee nodded, moaning. Wicke slowed down more. “Beg for it.”

“Please make me cum, ma’am!”

Wicke was now moving painfully slow, just barely giving his cock stimulation. “What’s that? I won’t understand if you don’t say it right.”

“Please make me cum with your perfect ass, ma’am!”

Immediately, she picked up the pace again, grinding and gyrating insanely fast. It was too much all at once, especially after all that teasing, and his cum shot out in spurts, splattering onto her butt and back. Wicke laughed, a bit in surprise. “You made such a big mess!”

The employee didn’t respond, just panting out his satisfaction. It switched quickly from satisfaction to being overwhelmed when he realized she hadn’t stopped gyrating on his cock. “Make another one.” If she was going to be stuck here all night, Wicke decided, she might as well have some fun.