“On my desk,” Mr. Roth says suddenly, startling me. His yellow eyes are intense, burning. I do as I’m told, scrambling out of my chair and approaching his wide mahogany desk. He follows me, reaching around me to shove his computer monitor and tin full of pens off to one side, then I hop up so I’m sitting on the edge.
Mr. Roth looms over me, a beast, a giant. His shoulders are so broad that I’m surprised he canfit through most doorways. No wonder his cock is the size of that dilator.
First, he slides up my skirt until I’m exposed to the base of my thighs.
“Pull down your tights,” he says, voice unchanged.
I nod, pulling the skirt up higher so I can reach the band. I pull them down, wriggling a bit on the desk to get them out from under my butt.
“Underwear, too.”
Swallowing, I do it, until my tights and my lacy red underwear are both at my knees. Mr. Roth uses one big, meaty hand to push my thighs apart, and he wets his lips with his tongue the way he did at Octavio’s. He tugs upward on his slacks and then, to my surprise, gets into a kneeling position. He’s still huge like this, his broad body now between my spread knees.
I know what he’s going to do. Right here, in his office, he’s going to eat me out again.
Not a second later, he leans in and licks, uttering an almost silent groan as he does.
“This delicious fucking pussy,” he mutters, more to himself than to me. Then he buries his face in it, smothering me with his tongue, his lips. I know I need to keep quiet with thereceptionist not thirty feet from Mr. Roth’s door, but it startles me so much I almost whimper.
Before I know it, two big fingers are pushing inside me. It’s much, much easier to take them this time, and my boss lets out a long, satisfied breath.
“You used them.” It’s not a question. “Good.”
I feel light as air when he says it. He goes to town sucking on my clit, making figure eights around it, whirling me up while his fingers steadily pump in and out. It’s only a few seconds of this before I’m spiraling, trying to find something on the desk to grab onto while he rocks my world.
Abruptly, he stops. When I peer down at Mr. Roth, his wide mouth is wet with me, and his severe tusks are pulled down in a frown. I realize now that it’s perhaps not what I thought it was—an expression of distaste—so much as how he looks when he’s at his most intense and focused.
“Ms. Kristoff.” He rises to his feet again, and his hand finds its way down to his belt, which he easily unbuckles. Next goes the button on his slacks, then the zipper. He tugs down his pants and underwear until his cock bursts out like an animal freed from its prison.
It is most certainly as big as the dilator, greenand throbbing, with veins spidering up the thick sides.
“Yes?” I ask, my voice coming out much more mousy than I expected.
“I want you to bend over the desk.” He strokes himself once, from root to tip, and pre-cum drips down from the head. “Now.”
VINCENT
Finally. I didn’t have to think twice for my cock to get rock hard while I slurped up Ms. Kristoff’s incredible cunt. Now she’s over my desk, her pale, rounded ass in the air while she glistens and drips. The lips of her pussy are swollen and pink, as aroused as she is.
Ideal.
I approach her slowly, enjoying the sight of her body rising and falling with her labored breaths. I’m close enough now that I can lift my cock, pull back my foreskin, and rub the bare head over her clit. Ms. Kristoff lets out a gasp, and the interior petals of her pussy flex.
I can’t wait to find out how she feels there.
Keeping my breathing even and steady, I dragmy head up and down, smearing my pre-cum all over her. Once she’s wet with me, I notch myself right at the juncture of her thighs, below the tiny bud of her asshole. I know she trained, and Ms. Kristoff is diligent if anything, but I still worry that it won’t work. That I won’t fit inside her, and I’ll never get to know the truth.
Fucking human women is always a challenge. I haven’t attempted it in almost a decade, but here I am, because no one has ever called to me, beckoned me, the way Ms. Kristoff has.
I push in slightly, testing her opening to see how soft she is for me. The head of my cock squeezes through, and Ms. Kristoff lets out a muffled moan. It’s quiet, quiet enough that the receptionist won’t hear it.
Good. I hope she can keep it that way.
I pull back slightly and test it again, pushing in deeper, making sure she can take me. I’m widest about halfway down, and that will be the true test.
She’s tight, so goddamned tight that I’m already gritting my teeth, my balls shivering with anticipation. She’s juicy and soft inside, waiting to accept me, and I can’t help sliding into her even farther. Her hips buck, and she covers her mouth with one hand.
Even better.
