by Freya Kane
I forced myself to relax my throat in an attempt to make this easier. Finally, he let go of my hair and I was able to rest my aching jaw. I pulled my mouth off his cock and licked a stripe down it, following the length of the vein before sucking the head back into my mouth and drawing on it with all the suction I could muster.
I tasted salty precome on my tongue, and I could feel his balls tightening, so I knew he was close. The first pulse of come filled my mouth and in a strangled voice he demanded: "Look up at me." I was surprised when he pulled his cock out of my mouth, but less surprised when he kept pumping it and jets of come landed on my face and breasts, painting me with white streaks.
I was kneeling on the floor of my office, naked from the waist up and covered in semen after masturbating in front of my boss and sucking him off. That had to be enough to have earned the safety of my job.
I rose to my feet and started looking for my shirt.
“Do you think we’re done?”
Startled, I turned back around to see Mr. Everett. Still fully clothed except for his unbuttoned pants, he still managed to be an imposing figure, even with his softening cock visible.
“We’re not done?” I asked, hating the quaver in my voice.
“No. We are most certainly not done.” He crackled his knuckles. “You haven’t had your punishment after all.”
“No, I suppose not,” I said dully.
“Bend over and put your hands flat on the desk.”
I did as he asked. I felt the cool air on my ass as he pushed my skirt up, tucking it into the waistband to keep it out of his way. I had an idea of what he was planning, but I still yelped when the first stinging slap struck my ass.
I had seen a porn movie once where a man paddled a woman’s ass until it was bright red. He made her count after every slap. Mr. Everett wasn’t doing that. The silence hung in the air, punctuated by the loud smack each time his hand connected with my skin. The slaps varied in location, some landing on the top of my thighs, some on the curve of my ass. All of them hurt, and I was enjoying all of them.
Shamed, I could feel how dripping wet my slit was. Mr. Everett could as well. He slapped me a final time, my brain idly registering the count at twelve, and his finger traced the cleft of my pussy before pushing inside.
He began slowly fucking me with his fingers. Even as wet as I was, I was so tight that he could only work a single finger in at first. “Do you have a boyfriend? His cock must be small if you do. Was my dick the first you had in your mouth in some time?”
“No sir,” I answered. He was silent so I continued. “I have a boyfriend. I last sucked his cock three nights ago. It was my birthday and we went out to the woods and had a bonfire. We snuck away, and I gave him a blowjob.”
“Do you like sucking cock?”
I paused before answering. I hadn’t really figured that out for myself. I had liked what Jason had done to me by the fire, and I had liked making Jason feel good, but something had been lacking. I had felt more pleasure from being used by Mr. Everett than from being treated lovingly by Jason.
“Yes,” I lied.
A second finger followed the first, stretching my pussy. “Describe what you did to him.”
“He was already hard when he took his dick out-” I moaned as Mr. Everett’s thumb brushed my clit. “I- I got down on my knees. Ohhh, there. I don't suck his cock very often. Usually, we just have sex. I licked it first, just on the head.” My voice cut off as a third finger joined the other two. “Mr. Everett, that feels so...” I caught myself and went back to the story. “I wrapped my lips around it and tried bobbing my head up and down like the girls do in movies. I almost choked so I had to go slowly. It didn’t take very long after that. He warned me he was going to come, and then he jerked himself off at the end so he didn’t do it in my mouth.”
Suddenly the fingers were gone. Mr. Everett spun me around and lifted me up onto his desk. “Never do that again,” he barked. “If you suck my cock, I come in your mouth or on your tits or your face. Not on the ground because you’re scared to get a mouthful.”
Methodically he began undressing. There seemed to be an endless amount of tiny black buttons fastening his shirt, but he made quick work of them. His body was more muscled than one would expect from an office manager. A sprinkling of black chest hair covered the defined muscles. A snake tattoo stood out starkly against the pale skin of his forearm. Surprised, I forgot my place momentarily and asked, “What’s the story behind that?”
“A remnant of my misspent youth,” he said dryly. His pants were already unbuttoned so he slipped them down over his hips, kicking them and his boots off in one motion. His cock was rock hard again and standing up against his stomach, ready to rip into my tight pussy.
“Wait, I brought a condom,” I said, moving to get up.
“If you get off this desk you can get out,” he spat. “As for the condom, why would I want to wear a condom with you?”
“But I don’t want to get pregnant-”
“And I want to feel that tight pussy dripping on my cock.” The words came out in a snarl, and I had to decide if it was worth the risk.
It was.
“Yes.”
The head of his cock pressed against my pussy, just breaching the opening. “Yes, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir!” Before the word fully left my mouth his huge cock slammed into my pussy. I felt split open and I cried out in pain. I had always thought Jason’s cock was adequate in size, but now that I saw Mr. Everett’s cock, Jason’s seemed tiny in comparison. He didn't slow down or give me time to adjust to the rhythm. Instead, he kept plunging forward, ramming his cock deeper, hitting my cervix with every thrust.
The pain was quickly starting to fade into the background as pleasure took over. The feeling of being so entirely filled up and stretched open was incredible. I was spread out on his desk and he was standing, so I could watch where his cock disappeared into my pussy.
“You’re so tight,” he ground out. “I’m almost afraid to make you come. You might rip my dick off.” I whimpered. “You’ve been such a good little slut though. I want you to keep your eyes open and watch where I’m touching your cunt. Mmmmm yes. When you’re in the meeting on Monday, I want you to think about this.”
He started rubbing my clit, stroking through the landing strip of blonde hair insistently. I was mesmerized by the sight of someone else’s fingers on my body and the awareness that I had a man’s cock other than my boyfriend’s inside my body. My inner muscles quivered as he brought me closer to orgasm. I felt so full. I forgot about the pain from my bruised ass and the soreness in my pussy. I forgot about my aching jaw. I even forgot about the meeting. An explosion wracked through me and my vaginal muscles clamped around his cock as I came with the word “Mr. Everett!” on my lips.
“Fuck!” he roared, slamming into me roughly as my inner tremors triggered his orgasm. I felt his hot seed pulse inside me, and even though I was terrified of the risk I was taking, something was incredibly erotic about feeling him come with nothing between us.
We were both silent except for our labored breathing for a few long moments. Mr. Everett pulled out of me, and it was like opening a cork in a bottle. His come dripped out of me, covering my thighs in creamy white.
“A deal is a deal,” he said, gathering his clothes and dressing with the same attention he had paid to disrobing. “Your job is safe. I might just recommend you for that promotion you were eyeing.” His smile was like an animal baring its teeth. “I know you’ve been needing someone to write you a recommendation. I’ll have it for you on Monday. Call it a little bonus for being so tight.”
"Thank you, sir," I answered, trying not to feel conflicted and horrified at what I’d done. I smoothed down my skirt as much as possible and used my panties to try to clean up the mess on my thighs before giving up. My shirt was crumpled on the floor by the door. I pulled it on before turning back to Mr. Everett. “Are we done?”
“Nearly.” He paused
, looking thoughtful. “I don’t want you wearing panties on Monday. You’re to sit in the front row in the meeting with your legs parted just enough so that I can see that pretty pink slit. Come by here Monday at this same time and I’ll have your recommendation letter.”
Somehow I knew the letter wasn’t the only thing I’d be getting on Monday.
***
Walking through the halls of the office with no panties on felt strange, to say the least. My pussy was sore, and my entire ass was nearly purple from the spanking. Sitting through the day was not enjoyable.
The afternoon meeting rolled around, and I was sitting front and center for Mr. Everett. My traitorous pussy started getting wet as soon as I entered the meeting room. Sitting in the front, so close to the podium where he stood, was torture. I shifted in my seat, parting my legs as Mr. Everett went over the day’s agenda. His eyes dipped lower and a brief smile crossed his lips, so I knew he was pleased with what he saw.
When the meeting ended my co-workers hurried out but I stayed in my seat. Mr. Everett leaned over the desk, looking to a casual observer like he was looking over a paper. Instead, his hand snaked between my legs and one long finger slid inside my pussy. “Dripping wet again,” he stated. He brought his finger, glistening with my juices, to his mouth and licked it clean.
“I’m going to eat your pussy when you come back this afternoon.” His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. I shivered at the image of his head between my legs before leaving the room with as much dignity as I could muster.
***
Once again, I was back in front of this door. This time, I entered without knocking. He frowned at that but said nothing. He handed me an envelope. "Here is your glowing recommendation Miss Patrick. The higher ups would be foolish to not accept you.”
"You're giving me this now?" I was dumbfounded. Was he just going to let me leave? "I could just leave and not let you..."
“You could,” he observed. “But you won’t. You enjoy sex, Miss Patrick. And you need someone with far more skill than your young boyfriend can provide. Your curiosity won’t let you leave this room without experiencing all you can.”
As usual, he was right. Following his lead from yesterday, I perched on the edge of his desk, settling my feet on his chair’s armrests. I felt incredibly exposed as Mr. Everett sat there with my pussy at eye level, but I quickly forgot any self-consciousness when he dove right in.
He licked my slit, opening me up like a flower, and delicately circled my lips with his tongue. The circles grew tighter and tighter until he slipped his tongue inside me. My hips reared up off the desk, trying desperately to get closer to him and intensify these incredible sensations I was feeling.
The next spot his tongue visited was my clit. I had my hands tangled in his dark hair, yanking him closer to my body as he pressed the flat of his tongue against my clit insistently. The pressure was too much for my overly aroused body to handle for very long and I cried out, "Sir!” as I climaxed, shaking and nearly crying from the pleasure.
He sat settled back into his chair and licked his lips, smeared with my essence. “Delicious Miss Patrick.” He helped me off the desk and walked me to the door, his sudden gentlemanly behavior a sharp contrast to the man who had called me a slut and fucked my face yesterday.
“I won’t make any requests of you again,” he said quietly. “You more than earned your job and that recommendation. But my door is always open if you have any other needs to be tended to.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll keep that in mind.” I walked away with my recommendation clutched proudly in my hand, knowing that I’d be back at his door eventually.
After all, I loved to learn.
***
I couldn’t stop dreaming about him.
Mr. Everett - black hair, black eyes, and a cock that made my pussy ache in sense memory. The pleasure and pain I had endured in that dungeon-like office haunted me, and not for the reason most people would think. I didn't regret what I had let him do to me. I didn't regret opening my mouth and spreading my legs, taking his thick cock in and letting him fill me up with his come. I didn't regret the risk I had taken with the unprotected sex.
I was a few days late already. That wasn't terribly out of the ordinary for me, but there was a very real possibility that he had gotten me pregnant, but still, I didn’t regret that I had sold my pussy for a chance at a corner office someday.
I regretted that I might not get to do it again.
It had been two weeks, and I had walked through life like a robot. Laughing with my friends, preparing for meetings, talking with Jason. Two weeks and no one had noticed that I wasn’t the same Margot I had been before I walked into that room. I was different. Something inside me had been broken down and rebuilt from the foundation and no one noticed.
A few hours later, I was tucked in my bathroom before work counting the minutes as I waited for the results to show up on my pregnancy test. The timer went off on my phone and I flipped it over, not surprised at all to see a big blue plus sign. The hot come my boss had shot inside of me had taken root. A baby was the last thing I had thought wanted, but the thought of my breasts growing larger and my belly swelling, showing the world what we had done turned me on in a way Jason's well-meaning fumbling never could.
I was still with Jason. I was playing the dutiful girlfriend with him, smiling and laughing at his jokes, spreading my legs and letting him slide his fingers over my clit to wring a half-hearted orgasm out of me, even dropping to my knees and swallowing his cock down, but the entire time my mind was elsewhere. I was back in that office, spread out on Mr. Everett’s desk with his head buried between my legs as he learned all my secrets and bred me.
Jason still believed I was his dutiful girlfriend, that my pussy was untouched by all fingers but his own, that no other man had ever stretched me open and filled me up. I was content to let him keep believing that at first, but I needed something more.
***
“Margot?” Jason’s soft query jerked me back to reality. We were at his house, sitting on the couch in his living room. Jason was flipping idly through the newspaper while I read a magazine. It was a boring night, and I desperately wanted something ANYTHING to happen.
I shifted slightly in my seat, rubbing my thighs together beneath my plaid skirt. My reverie about Mr. Everett had awoken my desires, and I was wet. Jason noticed the motion and he smiled.
“Where was your mind?” he asked slyly, pushing his hand underneath my skirt and cupping my mound with an easy familiarity. “You’re soaking wet, Margot. You must have been having some dirty thoughts.” His finger traced my slit, and I shivered. “Anything I can help with?”
I wasn’t going to risk going back to Mr. Everett again. Jason was perfect, and he deserved a girlfriend who was faithful. This was my life now. I had bought my future in that office, and I was going to live it. Soon enough I could tell Jason that despite our perfect condom use I had gotten pregnant. The resemblance between Jason and Mr. Everett was strong enough that he’d never even suspect.
"You can help with what I'm thinking actually," I replied. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my white panties and pulled them down and off. I lifted up my skirt, revealing my pussy to his hungry gaze, the lips glistening with my arousal.
I pulled my shirt over my head, not bothering with the slow seduction Mr. Everett had demanded. I unhooked my bra, and my full breasts swung free, my nipples pebbling in the cool air. A few buttons on the skirt, and then I was sitting naked on our couch.
Jason’s eyes were as wide as saucers, and he fanatically started stripping off his clothes, looking like he was afraid I would back out at any moment. I usually wasn’t this forward, and I’d definitely never offered sex in the living room with the lights on. When he opened his pants, his dick was rock hard. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and drew out a blue foil packet.
Oh right, condoms. Another thing to miss from Mr. Everett. The feeling of his hot come spur
ting inside me had been indescribable. “Do you want to lie down?” Jason asked tentatively.
“Right here is perfect,” I said, flashing him a grin.
Jason tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom onto his cock. I sat on his lap and he slowly guided my hips until the head breached my opening. “Are you ready, Margot?” he asked, kindly.
I nodded, doing my best to look like my usual shy self, biting my lip and whimpering in feigned pain at the size of his cock as I sank down, taking him in to the hilt.
