It’s a mundane Tuesday when I first see her – a lithe, young thing, all wide-eyed and eager, entering my office for the first time as an intern. Her name is Lily, and she’s an 18-year-old girl, fresh out of high school and ready to take on the world. I’m a man of 30 years, experienced, jaded, and ready to take on her. She’s a delicious little morsel, a glimpse of youth that I yearn to corrupt.
From the start, our conversations are laced with innuendo. I sit at my desk, she at her intern station, and we engage in verbal foreplay. She’s a quick learner, and I take every opportunity to provide her with a lesson that straddles the line between professional and personal. We talk about the business, but our dialogue is interspersed with compliments and lingering looks, a tango of desire that we both know is leading us down a darker path.
Each day, I push the boundaries a little more, until one afternoon, after weeks of buildup, I invite her into my office for a “special project.” She enters, her breath hitching as I lock the door behind her. She’s wearing a skirt and blouse, her young tits straining against the fabric, and I can see the anticipation in her eyes.
“Are you ready for this, Lily?” I ask, my voice a low growl as I step closer to her.
She nods, her eyes wide and liquid, and I can see the pulse in her throat as she swallows. I reach for her, cupping her cheek in my hand, and she tilts her face up toward mine, her mouth parted in a silent, eager O. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, our tongues twining as I back her up against the door, my hands roaming her body, learning her curves and dips.
“Please,” she whispers against my mouth, her hands clenching in my shirt, and I can feel the desperation in her.
I pull back, my eyes boring into hers. “What do you want, Lily? Tell me.”
“I want you to take me,” she says, her voice barely audible, and I can see the blush creeping up her cheeks. “I want you to make me yours.”
“You’re mine,” I growl, and I see the shiver that runs through her at my words. “Every inch of you is mine, and I’m going to take it all.”
I hike her skirt up, my fingers brushing against her panties and finding them damp. “You’re eager for this, aren’t you, Lily? You’ve been thinking about it, dreaming about it.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips bucking against my hand, and I can’t help but smile at her eagerness.
I move my fingers to the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her thighs and off, leaving her bare and wet for me. I free my cock from its confines, and her eyes widen at the sight of it, the question in her eyes clear as day.
“Yes, Lily,” I say, answering her unspoken question as I grip her hand and guide it to my erection. “This is what’s going to take your innocence. This is what’s going to stretch you and make you mine.”
“I’m scared,” she admits, her voice shaky, and I can see the apprehension in her eyes as I position myself at her entrance.
“I know, baby,” I say, and I thrust in, tearing through her virginity with one hard stroke.
I feel her flinch, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, and I see the pain in her eyes. She’s tight, so tight that it’s almost painful, and I can feel her walls clenching around me, trying to push me out. I hold still, letting her adjust to the intrusion, and I can see the struggle on her face as she tries to accommodate me.
“It’s so big,” she whimpers, and I can see the tears welling up in her eyes.
“It’s going to get bigger, Lily,” I tell her, and I see the shock in her eyes at my words. “I’m going to fuck you harder, and deeper, and you’re going to take it all. You’re going to take it all and beg for more.”
I start to move, slow and steady, and I see the pain in her eyes give way to pleasure. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, and I can see the sweat beading on her forehead as she takes me. I can feel her walls loosening up, allowing me deeper, and I can see the change in her eyes, the surrender.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper in her ear, my hips pounding into her, and I can feel the orgasm building in me, the need to release. “You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to love it.”
“I love it,” she gasps, her eyes rolling back, and I can see that she’s on the edge, her body tensing as she takes me. “I love your cock, I love you.”
“I’m going to come in you, Lily,” I warn her, and I see the shock in her eyes, the realization that this is it, this is the moment. “I’m going to fill you up and make you mine.”
“Do it,” she breathes, her body clenching around me, and I feel her orgasm as it washes through her, her walls squeezing me, milking me. “Do it, please.”
I thrust into her one final time, my cock spurting deep inside her, filling her up, and I can see the look of awe on her face as she feels it. She’s mine now, marked and claimed, and I pull out, watching as my come drips down her legs. She’s a mess, and I can see the satisfaction in her eyes as she looks at me.
“You’re mine now, Lily,” I tell her, and I see the surrender in her eyes, the acceptance.
“Yes,” she whispers, and she smiles at me, and I know that she’s the perfect little slut, the perfect little intern, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of her submission.