I had been working for Mr. Thompson for almost a year, and the sexual tension between us had been growing for just as long. He was always dominating and assertive, and I could feel the intensity of his eyes on me whenever we were alone in the office. It was intoxicating.
One evening after everyone else had left, I was at my desk finishing up some paperwork when Mr. Thompson walked by. “Kristen,” he said in that deep, commanding voice of his, “come into my office.” My heart raced as I followed him into his office, and he closed the door behind us. He walked around his desk and took a seat, then patted his lap. “Come sit here,” he said, his voice full of authority.
I hesitated for just a moment before sitting on his lap, and I could feel his erection growing beneath my ass. “Do you know why I brought you in here?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear. I shook my head, and he grabbed my chin roughly, turning my face toward him. “I brought you in here because I’m going to fuck you, Kristen. I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, and you’re going to take it because you know you need it.”
I gasped at his words, but I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. He was right; I needed this. I wanted this. “Yes, Mr. Thompson,” I whispered, and he growled in my ear.
He quickly unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my lacy bra and my erect nipples. He pinched them hard, making me gasp, and then he pulled my bra down, freeing my tits. He grabbed my hips and began to grind me against his erection, and I could feel the heat spreading through my body.
He unzipped my skirt and yanked it down, leaving me in nothing but my panties and heels. He grabbed my panties and tore them off in one quick motion, and then he lifted me up and set me back down on his desk. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, and I obeyed instantly.
He stood up and grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the desk. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock, and then he thrust it deep into my pussy. I gasped at the sudden fullness, but he didn’t give me any time to adjust. He began to fuck me hard and fast, and I could feel my orgasm building quickly.
“Please, Mr. Thompson,” I begged, “I need to come. Can I come?”
“Not yet,” he growled, and I whimpered in frustration. He continued to pound my pussy, and I could feel my orgasm just out of reach. “Now,” he said suddenly, and I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.
“Good girl,” he said as I came down from my high, and then he pulled out of me. He grabbed my legs and pulled me off the desk, turning me around and bending me over. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, and he thrust his cock back into my pussy.
He fuck me harder than before, and I could feel him getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. “I’m going to come in your pussy, Kristen,” he said in a strained voice, “and you’re going to take it.” I nodded, and he thrust into me one last time, shooting his hot, thick seed deep inside me.
He pulled out and zipped up his pants, and I slid off the desk, pulling my skirt back up. He grabbed my chin again and kissed me hard, and then he swatted my ass. “You did well, Kristen. Now get back to work.”
I nodded and left his office, my pussy aching and my heart racing. I knew that this was only the beginning of our relationship, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.
