The chains on her wrists clink. The moan she makes when I slide that slicked-up toy into her ass goes straight to my dick.
I leave my pants unzipped as I sit at my desk typing emails.
I can’t see her, but I can hear her—the little catches of her breath as she takes that dildo up her ass.
Like she’s going to take my cock in a little bit.
Somehow it’s driving me crazier than any of those loud porn-star moans would.
“Oh, oh,” she whispers to herself. “Oh, I can’t, this is… Oh, I can’t.”
She’s just a pussy under my desk—an office perk.
“Oh my god, why can’t I come? This is so wrong. I need…”
I need to get her to shut up. I can’t concentrate.
The toy makes a sick noise when I slide it wetly out of her.
“Make me come, please,” she whimpers.
Her pussy is so red and so swollen, it’s just begging for my tongue. I reach down to grab her tit instead. It’s so big and huge in my hand. I unbutton my shirt as I stroke my hand over her body, making her shudder as I grab her roughly.
The white-and-blue toy has got one of those two-pronged spears, and when I shove it up her wet pussy, I make sure it’s angled so she can ride her clit on it.
Her ass is nice and loose, and she takes me easy as I fuck into her.
Pounding her ass, the dildo on her clit and in her pussy, keeping her on the edge until I’m spilling my hot cum in her, filling her, letting it drip down her thighs.
I grab her between her legs, pushing that toy against her sensitive clit, making her come with a tiny little shudder, squeezing the last of my cum into her ass.
“I told you I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to fuck you again.” I slap her on the ass—hard.
Then, just because I can, I slap her again.
Shove that toy up into her tight pussy.
I’m boiling hot.
I rip off my shirt as I sit back down at my desk, my nerves raw as she makes those little begging noises.
“This is what happens to little girls who walk home alone at night—the big bad wolf gets you.”
I read and reread the same email as I listen to her make those noises as the dildo teases her clit.
She’s coming again.
“Oh no, oh, I can’t,” she whispers as she makes herself come on the toy.
Then, “Ohhhh,” as she takes my cock.
She can’t even hold all my cum, and it gushes down her thighs—all white—the virgin bride when I pull out.
“Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want, just please,” she gasps.
This—the begging—is what the dark part of me is craving.
“Anything,” I say, crossing my feet under the desk.
