“God, you are so tight,” he whispered as he continued thrusting inside of me. I could feel the pad of his thumb against my anus as he fucked me. I gasped a little as he slid just the tip inside, rolling it back and forth in unison with his strokes inside my soaked cunt. He continued to fuck me while exploring my tiny sphincter. I was surprised as he pulled out and pulled me off his desk, leading me to a wooden armless chair nearby.
He sat down on the chair and pulled me down on top of him, impaling me with his huge erection. I began pumping up and down, using him to fuck myself as my tits rubbed against his chest, creating an incredible friction on my nipples. He leaned me back a little and pulled one of my nipples up to his lips, sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently. I began riding him harder as the shockwaves from his assault on my nipples sent tiny jolts of electricity throughout my body.
The tilted angle was allowing for maximum penetration. It felt like he was hitting my cervix with the bulbous head of his cock every time I forced myself down onto him. He was still incredibly hard. I could feel the girth of his cock stretching the walls of my dripping pussy. He continued to suck and bite at my nipples as I rode him like a rodeo bronco before finally extending one hand and lowering it to my clit. It was just the thing to push me over the edge as his fingers stroked my sensitive little nub into a frenzy. I began bucking wildly on his lap until my entire body felt like it was exploding. The force of my orgasm sent fluid spraying down his dick and across our legs, leaving me dizzy.
“Get up and turn around,” he told me. It seemed like he was talking to me through some sort of haze for a moment, but I responded, pulling myself off his cum-drenched dick and turning around. He instructed me to lean forward and put my hands onto the edge of his desk. I did as I was told and felt him re-enter my throbbing cunt from behind. He rocked his hips back and forth, letting his cock push into the sides of my slick pussy for a few moments before slipping free.
He began dragging the massive mushroom head of his cock back and forth across the entrance to my wet hole and pulled it back upward, using my own juices to get it nice and wet. I tightened my grip on the edge of the desk as he suddenly slid the large round dome into my anus, letting just the tip slip inside several times to allow me to adjust to its size before ramming the length of his cock fully into me. I cried out before I could stop myself as he slowly slid his heavy cock completely out and then slammed it back into me again, causing yet another loud grunt as he hit bottom.
I moaned a little more quietly as he rolled his hips back and forth. “Yes, you have a tight little ass. I’m going to enjoy this,” he said in a low raspy voice, beginning to fuck me violently. He was almost pushing me down on the desk with the power of his thrusts. It was as if he had suddenly become so engrossed in his desire that he forgot where we were and threw all caution to the wind. He was fucking me so forcefully that he was causing the entire desk to slide forward, making a lot of noise against the floor.
I felt a sharp sting on my backside as he brought his hand down sharply on my naked skin, slapping my bare bottom as he continued to fuck me up the ass. I could actually hear the sharp cracks as his skin met with mine, no doubt leaving angry red handprints on my creamy skin for him to admire. I tried not to cry out as he smacked my naked ass cheeks again and again while he pounded me from behind. Suddenly, he grabbed hold of my waist and slammed me back toward him as hard as he could manage, filling my ass with a thick load of cum. His pace slowed, milking the last of his orgasm free before letting go of his tight grip on my waist and pulling his cock free of my cum-filled ass.
Once he was finished with me, he was all business again. “Lydia, if you will please get cleaned up and dressed, I’m going to need you to assist me with my next patient. I hope that you have taken the lessons I’ve provided for you here today to heart, but just to make sure you are completely comfortable with all of our procedures, I am going to need you to come to my office at this same time each day for the rest of the week. I feel that you will need much more instruction from me.
I looked at him as he began to get dressed. “Yes, doctor. I will be here,” I said as I picked up my clothing to get dressed so we could continue with seeing patients.
The Boss’s Son
by KT Lynn
Themes: rough sex
Christine rubbed her tired eyes, not caring if she was smudging her mascara. She had screwed up her boss’s schedule – again – and she was working late to try and sort out the tangles. It wasn’t her fault; at thirty two, this was the first job she had ever had, and she was bound to make mistakes. Unfortunately, it was taking its toll on her already low spirits.
Her husband had left her almost eight months ago for a younger, prettier model who hadn’t seen so much wear and tear. She and Adrian had gotten married straight out of high school, and it wasn’t really surprising that fourteen years on he had wanted a bit of variety. She didn’t think he realized how hard it had been on her – how hard it still was. She had never dated, let alone slept with another man, and her emotions and confidence were both in shreds. The last thing she had wanted was to take this job as an assistant for a big shot executive, but it had been necessary to make ends meet. Blinking back tears of self-pity, Christine put the finishing touches to next week’s schedule just as the door of the office opened.
She almost did a double take. Maybe she had fallen asleep? In front of her was an incredibly handsome young man, definitely nobody who worked in the office, probably in his mid-twenties. He looked vaguely familiar though; he was dressed in a casual business suit, the jacket slung over his shoulders and the tie a little crooked. He looked as if he had been running, but he was barely breathing hard. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled, and his deep blue eyes were agitated.
“Hi – do you know if Mr Calver is still in the office?” he asked. Christine felt a thrill go through her at his voice, dry and pleasant with a deep masculine twang and an accent which hinted at a private education.
“I’m sorry, Mr Tyler has already left for the evening. He had a dinner appointment with his – oh!” Christine really did do a double take this time as she recognized the young man before her as none other than her boss’s son – who was most certainly not at dinner. “Oh no! Did I mess up the schedule again?” she said aloud in horror.
“No – I screwed up,” the young man admitted. “I’m Tyler Calver. I was supposed to meet my dad to go to dinner, but I was absolutely drowning with work and I couldn’t make it. I wondered if he’d still be waiting, but obviously not.” Without any more invitation, Tyler sat down on her desk with a thunk; Christine felt her heart thudding. She didn’t know what to say.
“Say,” Tyler said, scrutinizing her keenly. “Are you hungry?” Christine felt her heart leap.
“N-no,” she stammered, terrified at the thought of how much trouble she could get in for going to dinner with the boss’s son. She floundered for a solution. “I – we have some takeout menus,” she offered. She smiled a little. “On the company’s dollar, so technically your father would still be paying.”
“Perfect,” Tyler smiled, reaching a hand out for the sheaf of menus she handed to him. “Thai, Italian, Chinese – hmm.” He perused one menu with interest and scooted round so that he was leaning over Christine, just inches from touching her, to show her the menu. She didn’t hear what he said – her heart was beating too loudly. She felt dizzy at the mere presence of this man, so close to her she could feel his warmth and smell his clean, spicy scent. It had been so long since she had been touched – she was astonished and mortified that this closeness could have such an effect on her.
“Are you ok?” Tyler asked.
“Y-yes. Sorry, what did you say?” Christine recovered herself a little.
“I asked if this place was any good – I love tapas.”
“Yeah, it’s great,” Christine said. “The shrimp is delicious.”
“Tapas it is then,” Tyler smiled.
Christine twiddled her finger
s while he was ordering, panicking a bit. When he had leaned over her like that – even when he had been sitting away from her – she had felt an attraction. If it took so little contact with a good looking man to turn her on, it had certainly been far too long since she had been with a man. But this situation – she didn’t know whether to make an excuse and leave or to stay in the company of Tyler Calver.
He decided it for her, sitting back casually on her desk and surveying her appraisingly.
“So you work for my dad?” he asked curiously. “What made you think you’d messed up?”
“I, well, I’m new at this job,” she admitted. “Before this my husband, well, that is my ex-husband, was the one with the job so I didn’t need one.”
As Tyler listened sympathetically she found herself talking not only about her worries with her job, but also about her divorce, how hard it had been on her, how she felt like she had been rejected. As the food came, Tyler began to open up too.
“I get it,” he agreed. “I’ve always been compared to my dad. As the firstborn son, everyone expects me to follow in his footsteps and be a huge success. But I’ve never been too interested in business and I find myself screwing up all the time,” he smiled ruefully. “My younger brother is the one with the flair. It’s not that I’m jealous but I feel like I can’t get up from under their shadows and be myself.”
“Me too,” Christine said emphatically. “It feels like I can’t move on from my marriage. It’s been so long and he was-” she broke off, blushing, before she revealed anything too personal.
Sensing her embarrassment, Tyler nudged a container of lightly sautéed shrimp towards her. “Your favorite,” he teased. “I ordered enough for two.”
The food was delicious, and they chatted easily about their lives and worries. Christine found herself not only attracted to Tyler but also liking his warm, relaxed and deprecating personality. As they cleared the remains of their shared meal, he looked at her speculatively.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” he said carefully, “how long has it been?”
“What?” Christine asked, although she knew what he was getting at.
“Since you had sex,” Tyler said unblushingly. “I mean, it’s the best way to move on from a relationship. Try something new, prove to yourself you’re still an attractive woman – which you sure are,” he added.
Christine blushed. “Since – since my marriage ended eight months ago – or a little longer actually,” she confesses. Tyler’s eyes widened slightly.
“How are you still alive?” he joked. “I think I couldn’t survive eight weeks!”
Christine wondered if the room had heated up of if it was just her cheeks. The conversation had turned incredibly intimate, and she was sure that Tyler was sitting closer to her than before.
“He – he is the only person I’ve ever been with,” Christine whispered.
“Oh,” Tyler said softly, leaning even closer. There were barely inches between their lips now. Christine thought her heart was going to burst.
Without any more words, Tyler captured her lips hungrily with his own.
At first Christine was startled, the feeling of Tyler’s hot, slightly chapped lips over hers strange and foreign. Then heat flooded through her body like hot liquor, and she found herself kissing back, harder, pushing back against him as his lips fought for dominance, pouring months of pent up lust and frustration into the kiss. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her roughly upwards so that she was standing against the desk, where he was still sitting. Still kissing her, alternately moving his mouth frantically against hers and using his teeth to nip and bite her plump, red lips, he slid into a standing position, pulling her flush against him.
A flash of heat radiated from between her legs as she felt the hard contours of his body against her. His chest was hard and broad, his stomach muscles well-defined under the material of his shirt, and his superior height made her feel small and feminine. His strength and dominance had her heart fluttering and her cheeks glowing with heat. She hadn’t had any idea how much she wanted to feel the touch of a man, any other man.
He began exploring, showing no form of reserve or hesitation. He pushed one hand boldly up her skirt, stroking his fingers hard across the back of her thigh until he was squeezing the rounded cheek of her soft, curved ass. She gasped as he squeezed the warm flesh hard, enjoying the sparks of desire it sent shooting through her body. Moisture pooled in her core as he slid his other hand up her blouse, following the delicate curve of her hip and the smooth column of her backbone. She was clinging to him, shuddering against him, helpless and fevered with desire as his confident hands explored every part of her skin.
Moments later he removed his hands, leaving her trembling and gasping at the loss. He gave her one last, bruising kiss before taking her hand roughly and leading her determinedly towards his father’s office. Almost dragging her in through the door, too light-headed and flustered to be able to react or even protest, he locked it after them and immediately strode towards the desk, sweeping papers and files onto the floor with one brusque motion. Christine was still gawping by the door, and Tyler came over and picked her up bodily, attacking her neck with his mouth so aggressively that she let out a high-pitched whimper. His teeth came out to play and he bit the soft white flesh, laving it with his hot, wet tongue to soothe the pain before sucking hard, causing blossoming red bruises to mark the ivory skin. Christine gasped at the wonderful ministrations, arching her neck to give him access.
He practically threw her onto the desk, her legs splayed apart, her skirt hiked up on her thighs to expose acres of untouched skin for Tyler to feast on. He growled with frustration at the silky stockings which covered her smooth, shapely legs, and tugged them off impatiently, tearing the thin, delicate material in his eagerness to reveal every inch of creamy, flawless skin.
Christine knew that her panties must be soaked by now. She was panting heavily, drunk with desire and arousal. Her hands were behind her, anchoring her to the desk as she watched Tyler between her legs, stroking his hands boldly over her satin skin and making her shudder with lust. He applied his mouth to her long limbs, kissing his way up passionately, his lips burning wherever they touched. When his head reached the apex of her thighs Christine let out a soft scream as he sucked the material of her soaked panties into his hot, hungry mouth, tasting her flowing juices and applying delicious, moist heat to her weeping pussy.
She was throbbing almost unbearably, and just the feel of his hot breath against the aching flesh made her practically come on the spot. Her heart practically stopped as Tyler literally ripped apart the flimsy material of her panties, tossing the ruined garment away and spreading her legs wide, eagerly feasting his eyes on her glistening, ready cunt.
Christine threw her head back in ecstasy as he buried his face in her curls, his tongue forcing her soaked folds apart as he roughly demanded entrance to her pussy, probing and pushing his coarsely-textured, hot tongue into her slick channel. His tongue was merciless, pushing her walls apart and applying sweet, hot sensation to her most sensitive area. She threw her head back and gave a soundless scream as his teeth scraped against her swollen, needy clitoris before clamping down, pulling the sensitive bundle of nerves gently and sending liquid electricity singing through Christine’s entire body. As he teased her clit roughly with his teeth and mouth, sometimes sucking it hard, sometimes pulling it between his teeth, two broad, rough fingers penetrated her, pumping vigorously and overloading her with sensation as they moved powerfully in her trembling, slickened channel.
It didn’t take long before the sensation became too much, and her abused pussy clamped down on his still thrusting fingers, her muscles going into violent spasms as she came harder than she could ever remember. She gasped and trembled as she tried to suck oxygen into her lungs, her wobbly arms barely supporting her on the smooth wood of her boss’s desk. She barely began to feel the whisperings of the consequences of her actions before her mind w
ent blank again; with a look of unadulterated lust in his eyes, Tyler put his fingers, slick with the juices of her orgasm, into his mouth, sucking them slowly, swirling his tongue around the digits to taste every scrap of her essence. Immediately, she was aroused again, her skin spreading with the flush of fevered desire as he devoured her flavor greedily.
She wanted to kiss him hard, feel his lips bruising against hers, taste her own essence mingled with his own flavor as their tongues danced together. Tyler had other ideas, though. Shoving her roughly so that her breasts were pressed against the desk, her naked ass pushed into the air, bare and revealed to him, Tyler repositioned her. Christine felt her heart practically bursting out of her chest as it beat frantically. She wanted to feel his thick, pulsing cock inside her, thrusting with passionate abandon as it catapulted her into another orgasm. She heard the sound of his zipper and was tempted to look around, to see the evidence of his thick hardness. Her pussy was sore and throbbing but wet and ready, begging to be filled. She wasn’t disappointed. She screamed out her pleasure as he thrust roughly into her, his cock even longer and thicker than she had imagined, the stiff rod filling her and stretching her completely. Tyler gave a few short, hard thrusts which had her screaming and writhing as he hit her sweet spot with almost brutal force, causing stars to appear before her eyes.
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