Glamorous jerk-off instructor Mistress Cleo encourages you to empty your balls by showing off her fabulous body in lingerie, stockings and heels. She brings you to the edge of orgasm, but you are only allowed to release your spunk when she finally reaches her climax.
‘So you’ve come for your weekly weigh-in, have you?’ Mistress Cleo sat on the edge of the desk and peered over her reading glasses. ‘Did you weigh your balls at reception to see if you’ve correctly hit your quota of cum? I do hope so?’ she queried, removing her glasses and peering directly, her face strict and impassive. ‘What you didn’t!’ she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.
‘Right, drop your trousers now,’ Mistress Cleo commanded, putting down her glasses on the desktop and slipping off one of her stiletto heels. ‘Let me feel the weight of your balls resting on my foot,’ she said, presenting her foot and wiggling her stockinged toes. ‘You know the penalty if they’re far too heavy, don’t you?’ she warned, slipping off her other shoe and letting it dangle momentarily from her toes.
‘Now, step up,’ Mistress Cleo beckoned with her finger, crossed one leg over the other and lifted her foot into position. ‘Place those balls on the scale, so I can gauge their weight,’ she instructed, patting her pretty foot and flexing her toes inside their sheath of sheer nylon.
‘As I suspected! Your balls are far too heavy and it’s just not good enough,’ Mistress Cleo said conclusively. ‘If you want to be in the Executive Jerk-off Club, then you’d better make sure you are jerking off regularly,’ she admonished, sliding off the desk and leaning against the edge she pulled up her skirt.
‘Oh you like that, don’t you? I can tell you’re getting very excited,’ Mistress Cleo grinned, pulling the skirt higher to show her white panties, suspenders and stocking tops. ‘How about you take a good look at these nylon stockings on my legs,’ she said, turning sideways and caressing her thighs and the shiny tops of her nylons.
‘A strong woman like me needs to wear strong lingerie,’ Mistress Cleo said and stripped off her blouse to reveal her satin and lace, longline bra. ‘Now, grab your cock and squeeze it nice and firm, just like I’m squeezing these titties,’ she instructed, pushing her boobs together inside the reinforced cups of her brassiere.
Mistress Cleo stripped of her bra and unzipped the back of her skirt, then pulled it down and over the cheeks of her ass, sheathed in the white sheer nylon of her panties. She sat on top of the desk and stripped her panties down her stockinged legs, allowing them to dangle from her stockinged feet before dropping away.
‘Grip your cock firm in your hand and keep wanking hard and fast,’ Mistress Cleo instructed, spreading her legs wide open and sliding her hand over the pink slit of her pussy. ‘Imagine me grinding up and down, squeezing your cock with my tight pussy,’ she moaned pleasurably, her hand massaging the juicy lips of her wet cunt.
‘I don’t want you to shoot your load just yet,’ Cleo instructed, leaning back and opening her legs wide, her hand circling over her throbbing clitoris. ‘Now I want you to fuck me until your balls explode,’ she urged excitedly, her fingers moving rapidly, strumming the lips of her gaping cunt. ‘Yeah, fuck, me deep and hard!’