by Sophie Pert
I needed him to fuck me.
I let him take me, let him use his muscular body to pound pleasure into me again and again. I felt it spread through my body, felt it overwhelm me just like it had last night and yet somehow different. Somehow more.
This was more than I had ever felt before.
And then it was gone, he had pulled out of me and left a massive hole of emptiness inside of me that could only be filled with his cock.
He peeled me off of the desk and moved me like I was a puppet, like I was subject to his whims. Laying me down on my back on the desk he grabbed my legs and spread them, stepping between them.
With one hand on his cock he speared me again, thrusting into me until he filled me to the brim once more.
He continued fucking me, this time his strokes were long and slow, taking his time to push himself into me until I was squirming for satisfaction. I needed him to fuck me, I needed him to pound me again and again.
I looked up at him, saw him staring down at me with a calm expression on his face. He was examining me, seeing how I was dealing with this, experimenting with me.
He wanted me to want him, to need him to fuck me. He wanted me to beg.
I gave in, “Please fuck me. Harder. Faster.”
He grabbed my knees and bent them down to my chest, holding me in place as he bent over me and began to thrust with earnest. His hips were a blur as he pushed into me again and again. As he fucked me with reckless abandon. As he lost all sense and control and the animal inside of him took over.
I moaned and watched him, watched his face as the mask of reservation broke just slightly. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
The sensation of being an object of desire just made all of this so much more to me. I had fucked people before, but I’d never felt needed by them. Desired by them. Not like this.
I let my head fall back on the desk and closed my eyes as he took me.
His hands released my knees and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the bounce of his hips against my feet as he thrust into me. His hands grabbed at my tie, tugging it loose and pulling it free from me. Then they unbuttoned my blouse bit by bit until it was almost fully undone.
My eyes still closed I felt him spread my blouse open, felt him pull the cups of my bra down and expose my bare breasts.
His hands grabbed at them, feeling them and squeezing them. Somehow the sensation of another persons hands on my breasts felt so much better than my own. It was like he knew more than I did how to draw pleasure out of my own body. It was phenomenal.
And then I felt his tongue and hips lips, playing at my nipples, sucking and licking each of them in turn.
It was too much.
In that moment I felt everything, his cock spreading my pussy and filling me up, his hands grasping at my breasts, his mouth playing with my nipples, his hard body weighing down on top of me.
I felt all of it and then I felt nothing as I exploded from somewhere deep inside of me. I made no noise, not a peep, but every part of me seemed to tense and vibrate as the sensation rocked over me like an earthquake. I clenched my eyes and clenched my pussy around his cock. My legs pulled tight, pulling him into me and holding him still as my hands flew forward to grab his head and crush his mouth against my breast.
And then just as suddenly as it had come on it released, washing over me and leaving me limp and loose in its wake. I slumped on the desk, gasping for breath.
He pulled away from me, peeling my limbs off his body and pulling his still hard cock out of my completely satisfied sex.
My eyes fluttered open as I watched him step back and walk around the desk to his chair. He sat in it and rolled it away from his desk, staring pointedly at me. I slipped off of his desk and padded around it to stand in front of him.
With a single hand he gestured under his desk, to the footwell that was down there.
I understood instantly, falling to my knees and crawling underneath it.
He rolled his chair up and I found myself in a perfect position to take his cock back in my mouth once again.
While I satisfied him, taking my time to pleasure him just right, I heard him pick up his phone and dial a number.
“Hello Honey,” he said as I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, “Yeah you guessed it.”
“Yeah,” he said as I bobbed up and down on him as quickly as I could, “Work is just crazy today so I’ll be home late.”
“No,” he said as he reached under the desk and grabbed my head, holding it still, “No idea when I’ll be home, sorry.”
“Yeah,” he said as I felt him explode in my mouth, as spurt after spurt filled my mouth and I struggled to swallow every last drop, “Don’t wait up. I’m going to be here a long time working this problem out.”
“Love you too,” he said as I cleaned his cock with my mouth.
He rolled away from the desk and let me crawl out and stand in front of him.
“Make yourself presentable,” he instructed me, his voice cold and businesslike once more, “Try not to screw up for the rest of the day and your proper training will begin after work tonight.”
“Yes sir,” I said, adjusting my bra and skirt, then buttoning up my blouse and retying my tie. I glanced in the reflection of myself in the one of the windows, making sure I looked as professional as possible before stepping over to the door.
“Oh and Ashley,” he said.
I turned to look at him, seeing that he too had redressed and now looked like nothing untoward had ever happened in this room between us.
“Yes sir,” I replied, as sweet and attentive as possible.
“You’ll get the blue pill when you can make it through the day without making a single mistake, however minor,” he informed me, “Consider it an incentive. Until then you’ll just have to make do with being a woman.”
“Thank you sir,” I said, “I understand.”
I unlocked the door and returned to my desk.
As I sat down and reoriented myself I thought briefly about that blue pill, about the fact that it might be weeks or even months before I got the hang of this job enough to get through it without making a single mistake.
I could think of worse punishments.
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