by Tris Blake
“Hurry, you’re driving me crazy. I need to feel you moving inside me.”
Finally, he pushed the big mushroom head against my opening with steady pressure. I’d never been stretched so far, never had anyone of such size.
“Ohmygod, you’re so big.” I clutched his shoulders, panting.
He stilled. “You okay?”
I released the breath I held, opened my eyes to find his on fire and blazing into mine. It felt like my first time. I soon adjusted, and said, “Just do it.”
He pressed. I moaned as my body convulsed to accept more of him.
“Damn, you’re so tight. Feel better than I imagined.”
“You really thought about this?” The idea still surprised me, but made me even wetter, allowing him to sink deep.
“All the fucking time. And the real thing is so much better than fantasy.”
I nodded with vigor. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
He pumped steady, hitting zones no one else ever had.
“So much better.”
“So, you fantasized about me, too?” He grinned like a child who’d won a prize.
“Yes. All the time,” I giggled.
“And today in the meeting?” He smirked.
I smiled back. “Yes. I was totally into the fantasy I shared with you. I wanted those texts to be from you, but I figured it was one of the older execs.”
He chuckled, shifted his weight to one arm, capturing my one of my legs behind the knee with his other to hold me further open for him. The change in position forced a whimper, then a groan.
“Feels so good. I’m going to…”
“Not yet.”
He pulled out. I wanted to deck him and whined my discontent. He flipped me onto my stomach as if I weighed nothing and pulled me to the edge of the bed. With his foot, he kicked my feet wide.
He lined himself up with my wet hole and rammed inside me. I gasped. He folded over my back, gripped my shoulders tight, and pistoned into my body without mercy.
It almost hurt, but I didn’t protest. Soon pleasure over-rode any pain. I felt myself getting wetter. My muscles tensed as I got close again. I tried not to give myself away, but my clenching walls told no lie.
He jerked out as quickly as he’d entered me.
“Why won’t you let me come?” I smacked the mattress with my hand in frustration.
“I allowed you one orgasm already. You won’t come again until I say you can.”
I was about to protest when he pulled me up. I stood facing him, his expression, fierce. I shuddered. He lifted me, so I wrapped my legs around his hips and rubbed my core against his erection.
He cursed, lifted me so his prick found my slit. I squealed as he lowered me onto him. We stared at each other a moment, adjusting to this position which turned out to be more intense.
“I’ve never felt someone so deep before.”
He grunted, lifted me until I thought he might slip out, then he lowered me again. I groaned as he repeated the process. I wrapped my arms around his neck and thrust with him.
“Emma,” he strangled out.
He turned, staggered to the wall, shoved me against it and began a steady, pounding pace.
Orgasm came closer. I feared he’d stop again, but no, he kept hammering harder. The pressure built until I couldn’t contain my squeals. He increased pace alerting me he got close, too.
Then we exploded together. I screamed, and he groaned long and loud. Our heavy breathing mingled as he lowered my legs to the floor. He didn’t pull out or release me, instead kept me trapped against the wall as we recovered.
He finally said, “That was fucking awesome, Emma.”
I nodded. “It was. You’ve ruined me.”
Sadness expanded in my chest like a balloon. He’d probably be done with me now. He’d go back to barely tolerating me at the office. Or just fire me and be done with the whole thing. I flinched at the thought.
“What’s going through that head of yours?”
I forced a smile. “Your seed is running down my leg.”
He chuckled, pulled free and moved back a step to survey me. He caught his love nectar running down my thigh, scooped it up with his fingers to hold them to my mouth. I opened and accepted his digits, licking him clean.
His eyes blazed with the action. “Let’s take a shower.”
He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He set me on my feet to start the water. As he waited for the shower to heat, he pulled me close, kissing me so thoroughly my ardor increased again.
He broke the embrace to step into the spray, pulling me with him. As we stood under the water, we shared another hot kiss. He grabbed the soap and his hands moved over me, washing and tempting me with his caresses. I sighed.
When he finished with me, I took the soap from him and washed him. I took extra special care with his package, stroking until he stood erect.
“Such a bad girl. You want this cock again, don’t you?”
“I don’t think I could ever get enough.”
I again worried I’d said too much. I had no idea what this would lead to, but office romances usually didn’t last. I decided I’d take what I could get and hoped it wouldn’t cost me my job. Or my heart.
His response surprised me.
“I hope you never tire of this, because I’m surely not through with you. Put your hands on the wall and spread those sexy legs.”
I turned my back, stuck my ass out to glance at him over my shoulder as I propped against the wall.
“Damn, woman. You are so fucking hot.”
He palmed my ass cheeks before he pressed against me with the head of his prick. We both groaned as he sank into my heat again. He held my hips as he pumped. He pulled out suddenly.
I turned and was scolded.
“Turn around, Emma. Keep your hands on the wall.”
I did as he said, and knew he had something fabulous in store for me. I heard a noise and suddenly a hard blast of water hit my spine.
I glanced down to see his hand round my hip, holding the shower head. He’d turned the nozzle to the massage setting making a hard but steady stream of water blast my clit.
“Ohmygod!” I screamed. “Ohmygod.”
His face appeared next to mine over my right shoulder. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! Yes.” I couldn’t keep still. He shoved inside me and I screamed, “I’m gonna…Argh!”
We both detonated, and my knees gave. He dropped the shower head which went crazy like firehose without a fireman to steady it and grabbed me before I hit the tile floor.
“Ben,” I sighed, totally satisfied.
The orgasm he induced had turned me to jelly. He supported my weight as he slid the shower head back into place and turned off the water. He opened the shower door, helped me onto the fluffy rug to grab a towel and dry me.
I didn’t bother to resist. I had nothing left. He sat me on the tub edge as he dried himself, then he carried me to the bed. He managed to yank the covers back with me still in his arms, a testament to his strength. He lay me down, crawled in beside me to pull me close.
I promptly fell asleep.
When I woke the next morning, I found myself alone in the big bed. I sat up and glanced around to find his clothes gone. He’d left without saying goodbye.
My heart sank.
I wasn’t sure I could return to the office and face him. I checked the time. I was already late. Why hadn’t he woken me?
Oh, God. This didn’t feel like a good sign. He could fire me for being late, and never have to deal with me again. He’d gotten what he wanted.
That didn’t sit well with me.
I heard my phone buzz. I opened the app and nearly dropped the device.
Don’t rush, I’ve covered for you. Order room service, then go home and pick a pretty dress to wear. Don’t bother with panties. Report to my office when you arrive.
I couldn’t stop my smile. And I couldn’t wait to get to work for a change.
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…to be continued…
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Command – to have authority or control over
I peeked into his large office from the open doorway. He’d rolled the long sleeves of his blue dress shirt up to reveal strong forearms. I knew the strength of those arms first hand.
I shuddered in remembered pleasure of the night before at the Duchess Hotel where he’d brought one of my many fantasies to life. One I’d shared with him by text, before I knew the identity of my mystery sexter.
I’d had a huge crush on my billionaire boss, but had no inclination he might be interested in me. I thought he couldn’t stand me, so imagine my shock to learn he was my anonymous sext buddy.
This morning’s text had instructed I wear a dress with no panties and report to his office as soon as I arrived. I knocked on the frame. The anticipation of what he might do to me made me so wet that my own fluids ran down my thighs.
“Emma. It’s about time you decided to show up. Come in and close the door behind you,” he said with a stern tone, though I knew he wasn’t angry.
“Yessir.” I did as told and closed the door, then awaited his next command, my body trembling with need.
“Lock it.”
His gruff voice alerted me to the tension he carried, and sent more shivers along my spine. And more of my own lust ran down my thighs.
“Come here.”
I turned the lock, scurried across the room to round his desk and stand beside his chair.
He swiveled around to face me.
“Did you follow my instructions?”
I knew what he meant. “Yessir, I did.”
His hand lighted on my bare calf, and slid upwards. He cursed, pulled away to show me the wet mess he’d caught running down my leg.
“Fuck, Emma. So needy.” Then he cupped my mound. “So wet,” he growled.
I noticed the tent in his pants. My smile couldn’t be stopped to see him so turned on.
Over me!
I lifted my dress slowly, revealing my bare box to his eyes. He whispered nonsense as his hand between my legs increased pressure. I panted and spread wide for him.
“So eager is my dirty girl.”
He stood and trapped me against the desk. I clutched the wooden furniture, and held on for dear life as he increased his assault. I moaned and clenched around his hand.
He pulled away, but before I could complain, he ordered, “Take of the dress.”
I did so eagerly, revealing I wore no bra either. With a moan, he made quick work of unfastening his pants. He then gripped my waist and propping me on the edge of his desk.
I cried out when he shoved his hard prick inside me, as he praised my tight pussy. I wrapped my legs around his slim hips to urge him on. I cupped my breasts, pinching my own nipples.
His nostrils flared as did his eyes as he watched. His gaze then flicked between my hands playing with my tits, and below where he pistoned in and out of my soaked heat.
“Look at this, Emma.”
He cupped the back of my head with one hand and pushed to guide my sight to where we were joined.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” I chanted to see him covered in my cream.
I reached to fist him as he withdrew. I reveled in how he shivered as I handled him. I dipped my hand lower, cupped his heavy balls to squeeze and massage them.
He suddenly swept his arm across his desk, knocking his wireless mouse, papers, and his land line phone to the thankfully carpeted floor.
Then he lay me down with my ass still hanging off the edge of the desk.
“Hold on,” he warned before he slammed home, all the way to the hilt, filling me full and tight. My whole body convulsed with pleasure.
“Oh, Ben,” I moaned, ready to come apart.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight to hopefully keep from coming too soon, the pleasure he caused, so intense.
He wrapped me in his arms, brutally took my mouth with his own, our teeth clinking together hard enough to crack, but that didn’t stop us. We devoured each other with the hot kiss. I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him.
A loud knock on the door sent my heart into overdrive, and forced a growl from him, but he didn’t slow his pace.
“Not now,” he roared, still pounding into me.
His gaze met mine. He searched my face, for what I wasn’t sure, and then he pulled free, backing away, leaving me shaken.
“Bend over the desk, Emma.”
His harsh tone forced a tremor, but I quickly did as commanded. His hands spread me wide.
“Such a pretty snatch.”
He rubbed his knob up and down my bits, spreading my wetness. He lined up with my pot and jabbed. Over and over he poked, but he never gave me his full length.
I couldn’t take it anymore, and groaned, “Please, Ben.”
“Tell me what you want, Emma.”
“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Remember. You asked for it.”
He slammed home, knocking the breath right out of me as my thighs shoved against the desk. He withdrew slowly, and before I could catch my breath, he rammed again.
I swear I felt him in my throat.
And I never wanted him to stop.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” I sang to him as he plunged so deep and held himself there until my walls clenched and released, clenched and released around his big fucking rod, and still he didn’t give me what I wanted.
Then I almost lost consciousness when he stirred up and down while still lodged so deep. The orgasm was unexpected and wrung me out. I flopped to the desk, heaving. I heard him speaking, but his words weren’t coherent.
And he kept moving.
Before I’d recovered from the first, he brought me a second time. And still he banged. I managed to push onto my forearms, arching my back so he invaded even deeper.
We both moaned at the added thrill this position offered.
He pulled me up, but never separated our bodies. He sat in his executive chair, impaling me on a whole new level. Every time I thought he’d gone as far as possible, he stretched me further.
“Fuck me, Emma. Time for you to do some of the work.”
I rested my hands on his knees for balance, and lifted my body from its impalement until only the tip of him remained inside me. I glanced to where we were joined, and whimpered to see him once again covered in my creamy wetness.
I sank slowly, watching as my pussy lips stretched around his huge cock.
He groaned from behind me, and pulled my cheeks apart to better see our connection himself.
I slid down his iron rod, teasing us both, and gave a wiggle once seated to the hilt.
“Emma, you’re killing me,” he strangled out.
“Serves you right.”
He growled at my goading. The only warning he gave was when his hands gripped my waist tight before he forced me to move faster. The sensation so great, I sensed an orgasm nearing. He must have, too, because he slowed us down.
“Bad girl,” he rumbled. “Did I say you could come again? You’ve already taken two nuts without permission. I should punish you.”
I whined, “Punish me, Ben, but I need it.” I re
ached for my clit.
He grabbed my wrist, then the other, and held them behind my back in one of his large hands.
“Not yet, my greedy girl. You don’t orgasm again until I say so. Now fuck me and make me come. Show me how bad you want to come with me.”
Without my hands, I had to rely on him to steady me. I shifted so my feet held more of my weight as I crouched over him. I bounced and bounced, both begging and cursing my need.
“Such a dirty girl. You want to come, baby?”
“Dammit, Ben. You know I do. I need it so bad,” I howled.
He stood, and allowed my upper body to descend toward the floor. He still held my hands behind my back, so I couldn’t brace myself for the fall. I screeched as the ground came at me.
But he guided my face to the carpet with ease. My feet touched ground and I steadied with his help. His cock never left my pussy, even now as he stood behind me with his feet spread wide, still holding my wrists.
Then he moved, fucking me senseless. I was at his complete mercy. Our pants and moans mingled as I did my best to grind against him with my limited mobility, shuddering as the crest rose.
“Please let me come, Sir.”
He groaned. “For calling me, Sir, I will allow it. Come all over me, Emma.”
He doubled his efforts, and in seconds the orgasm crested. He groaned as my body clenched around him, and came right along with me. He withdrew as he released my hands, but then he scooped me up before I could make a move, and staggered to the sofa where we collapsed, both a heaving mess. He turned toward me to brush damp hair stuck to my face behind my ear.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic, Emma. Let’s get cleaned up. We’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
He laughed when I gasped in shock.
Ben pulled me to my feet and led me to his private bathroom. He dabbed my sweaty face with a clean hand towel, refusing to let me help.
He turned on the sink faucet, grabbed a washcloth from the shelf to plunge under the water. He locked his gaze with mine as he wiped between my legs with such care that I fell a little further.
