LI-LI'S LEGLOCKED SLAVE BOSS
By Kandor


    "On your knees, now," Li-Li said to her editor. "Pull those socks up my 
legs...that's it...massage those calves...now get licking."
    The beautiful Asian intern in the newsroom had been on the summer job for 
a scant week and she was already dominating her boss, a portly, middle-aged 
bald editor who dared make sexually charged comments to her the first day on 
the job when she wore a short skirt and tight blouse. She'd backed him into 
her office and delivered the ultimatum: He could face sexual harassment 
charges, a biggie in today's sensitive corporate environment, or he could do 
her bidding for her all summer long, the length of time she'd be an intern. 
He eagerly agreed to do her bidding, not knowing how brutal the slender but 
muscular Asian girl could be.
    He found out in a hurry, that first night, when she kept him in his 
office after everyone else had gone home and for three hours subjected him to 
a variety of ball-bashing tortures, from just kneeing and kicking him in the 
nuts, to tying him to his chair, naked, and using her leather shoes to grind 
his balls to paste against the seat. She was loving it as much as he was 
hating it.
    This night, a week later, Li-Li had worn a short denim skirt to work, 
with short white socks and loafers, and a white blouse, looking for all the 
world like an Oriental schoolgirl. Everyone loved the innocent look - except 
Paul, her editor. He knew what to expect when everyone went home.
    And there Paul was, on his knees in the middle of the vacated newsroom, 
slavishly running his tongue up and down Li-Li's big, muscular calves. Her 
legs were the talk of the place, she had beautiful gams, long, lean, muscular 
- and deadly. After she tired of the licking, she stepped back and took 
Paul's neck in her calves, lacing her ankles together and standing on one 
foot, putting incredible pressure on his neck, his eyes bugging out, his 
veins popping out from his forehead in bold relief. His trembling hands 
caressed her rocky calves, trying to pull them apart. She sneered down at 
him, hands on her hips, thrusting her legs down hard, crushing him more.
    "Hmmmmmm, what sorta leggy torture can I devise for you tonight, boss 
man?" she cooed, effecting a puzzled look on her oval, beautiful face, her 
short black hair pulled back in a ponytail. "I know, I give you Li-Li's 
Quivering Thigh Lock of Death!!"
    She laughed and pulled him back to a chair in the newsroom, sitting in it 
and engulfing his head in her creamy, muscular thighs, locking up her socked 
feet and draping them on his belly as he sat before her. She instantly 
bridged up and scissored hard, beginning a non-stop vibration of her big 
thighs and even calves, the meat of her muscle pipes quivering and quaking, 
slapping his face in her chiseled thigh meat. His moans came out in a low 
growl, a hiccuping of agony, his voice interrupted by the constant, grinding 
and quivering squeeze of her tireless thighs. For five long minutes she 
vibrated her scissoring legs on his face, taking him to the point of 
unconsciousness but cruelly not putting him away.
    When she was finished, she was a sweaty mess, her face streaked with 
rivulets of perspiration, her thighs and calves slick with moisture. She spun 
him around to face her and peeled out of her top and bra. She lifted her arms 
up, her shaven pits a moist mass.
    "Get up here and lick these pits dry, slave boss," Li-Li hissed, holding 
up her arms and fondling her thick, creamy tits, pinching her own nipples.
    Paul obeyed, groggy from the scissors. He knelt between the Asian 
beauty's dangerous legs and lapped, sucked, licked and drank the sweat from 
her sexy armpits as Li-Li hoisted first one, then the other, meaty tit into 
her own mouth, suckling the nipple as Paul worked. And for good measure, she 
slowly encircled his guts in her legs, locking up and scissoring him in her 
leggy embrace, slowly taking the air from his lungs.
    "Can't....breathe...Li....Li....please..." he begged, stopping the pit 
licking to palm her thick thighs that were crushing him.
    "That's MISTRESS Li-Li!!!" she snapped, crunching down the scissorlock 
with such ferocity it nearly knocked him out.
    "Mis.....mistres....li...li..." he whimpered, then returned to her 
armpit cleansing.
    Finally satisfied with his efforts, she released his guts from her 
scissors and he fell back. She laughed and headlocked him to his feet, 
dragging him into his office where she held him in her muscular arm and used 
the other to sweep the top of his desk clean, a great clattering of crashing 
pens, pencils, cups and other office equipment arising as they hit the floor. 
She hiprolled him to his back, sliding him up until his head hung over the 
edge. She smiled down at him as she peeled off her tight panties and slid her 
denim skirt over his sexy hips. Straddling his face, she worked the meat of 
her ass in her hands, separating the creamy muscled hams and exposing the 
sweaty ring of her asshole. She settled down, forcing his nose as far up her 
butt as possible, then let her thighs hold his head in place.
    "Smell Li-Li's sweaty asshole, slave boss," she cooed, twisting her 
nipples in one hand, fingering her clit in the other. "Smell it..I wanna hear 
you take a nice...big...WHIFF!!!"
    And Paul did, gagging on the sweaty stench of Li-Li's oily shit ring, his 
mouth open at the furry lips of her cunt as a river of girl goo cascaded into 
his throat, courtesy of the self-frigging Li-Li was working on her clit. HE 
smelled again and again, anxious for it to end, knowing it wouldn't any time 
soon. Li-Li brutally rode his face, absorbing it in the muffocating depths of 
her muscular teen girl ass, coming over and over and sending a thick river of 
cuntal gel into Paul's gulping gullet. For 10 minutes, she made him sniff her 
foul asshole before pulling his nose out and sliding it down to his mouth.
    "Clean that asshole, make it shiny and smelling nice!" she 
giggled,looking over her shoulder to his terrorized eyes, which couldn't see 
much more than the swell of her punishing ass. "You clean my shit chute, 
Li-Li clean your pipes!"
    She pulled down his pants and started working his cock, getting it hard 
in her slender hand as he obeyed her rule and devoured her asshole, his 
tongue swabbing around it before finally plunging inside where it was 
captured in the milking muscles of her shitter walls. Li-Li's handjobs were 
extraordinary and she worked Paul to the edge of orgasm in less than a minute 
- but then took to kneading his balls in her other hand, squeezing the hairy 
meat of them in her strong fingers, feeling them ooze like warm hamburger in 
her fingers. He screamed in pain, louder still when Li-Li grit her teeth in 
ferocious concentration and took both nuts in her hand and twisted them 360 
degrees, pulling back on the mass of them until there was nothing but a thin 
strand of testicle flesh holding them to his body. And still she worked the 
handjob, keeping him hard.
    "C'mon, cum for Li-Li, come all over Li-Li's hand....cum for me now!!!" 
she growled.
    And Paul did, he had to, despite the pain of his nuts being mauled like 
play-dough in her one hand, his cock spit out its hot load due to it being 
worked by her other. Li-Li roared with glee as his spew lanced the air above 
him and landed with a juicy splat along her sinewy forearm, the skin of which 
danced as her hand worked his dick. She aimed the spurting dickhead so that 
her entire lower arm was coated with his goo, as was her hand. She finally 
let him go, his cock and nuts, and realized that as he came, she was 
scissoring him so hard up her ass he'd passed out. She laughed and let up a 
bit, letting him come around. Sitting in his office chair, she spread her 
mighty legs and started wiping the come from her arm on them, coating the 
insides of her meaty calves and muscular thighs, waiting for him to wake up. 
He did, and the pain split his head still. He focused on her, smiling in his 
chair, that schoolgirl look. Her feet were up on the seat, her legs spread, 
the length of both of them coated with his cum on the inside, glistening. She 
curled a finger at him and he balked.
    "Lick me clean, slave boss," she hissed, grabbing his hair and forcing 
him to his knees between her muscular legs. "Lick 'em or die!!"
    With that, she slamlocked her juicy gams on his face, the cum splashing 
into his eyes, up his nose and all over his lips and mouth. She violently 
scissor-snapped her legs, rocking them hard on him, his face squishing 
noisily in the hungry maw of her vicious legs. His face was coated in cum now 
as she forced his head into the scissoring juncture of her oily thighs before 
squeezing him so hard, the lubricated bulk in her legs forced him out with a 
popping sound, and he crashed back against the desk. She grabbed his hair and 
held his face before her legs,which were now thoroughly coated with spunk.
    "LICK 'EM!!!" she screamed, smashing his face into her soupy left thigh.
    Paul licked, sucked, and swallowed all his cum from her powerful legs, a 
10-minute job that left her lithe limbs free of spew and covered with his 
spit. She smiled down at him and throat-scissored him in her iron thighs.
    "G'night, slave boss," she giggled, knocking him out before getting up, 
straightening herself out and heading home, leaving her boss out cold and 
covered with cum on his office floor.