Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Such a tight little cunt,” Stuart grunted. “So wet for me. Just an office whore being fucked over her boss’ desk. The girl who wasn’t sure about NMB is getting what she needs.”
I moaned helplessly, beyond words. Every filthy thing Stuart said only heightened my arousal. I lost myself in sensation, my world narrowed to the feeling of his cock stretching me open again and again.
Stuart’s hand snaked around to rub my clit as he continued thrusting. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I felt my orgasm building rapidly, a white-hot pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, I’m so close…”
“Come for me,” Stuart ordered. “Come on my cock like a good little whore.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around Stuart’s rigid length as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Stuart fucked me through it, prolonging my orgasm until I was a trembling, whimpering mess.
I had an IUD, and though it brought a blush to my face, I knew I wanted his seed inside me. I felt him pulling out though, and then I heard his voice, commanding and stern.
“Kneel in front of me, Melissa. You’re going to taste your cunt on my cock.”
Trembling with an impossible mix of humiliation and arousal, I pushed myself upright and turned to see Stuart, fully clothed except for the tummy-flipping obscenity of his cock and balls. He brandished the shaft of his manhood in his right hand, glistening with the need I had left there.
Stuart’s face wore an expression that seemed to assess and evaluate me to the finest grain of detail. A little curve at the side of his mouth made me blush even harder: my pussy clenched to see it, taking it as my boss’ praise of how enjoyable he had found his ride inside me—and how satisfied he was at my obedience as I fell to my knees without any conscious decision to follow his lewd command.
I had gone down on boyfriends from time to time, but never like this. Never on my knees. Never after their cocks had been in my wet pussy.
Never after they had told me… after they had said…
I’m going to taste my cunt. My boss told me… he ordered me… I have no choice.
I looked up at Stuart as he took a step forward, so that his hardness hovered only an inch away from my face. My eyes went from the intricately veined, jutting penis to his handsome face. He narrowed his gaze a little, the smile widening another fraction of an inch.
“You’re learning to be a good little whore, Melissa, aren’t you?” he asked in that voice I had to my dismay come to know and, worse, to long for. The condescending, humiliating tone that sent a shiver across my skin and brought a helpless twitch to my hips.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed, though my mind screamed at me to stay silent, warned me to admit to nothing. I swallowed hard, and my eyes went wide, as I realized that the more I tried to hold it in, the more the dark part of me broke free and rose to the surface.
As if to confirm that terrible idea, my mouth opened as if it had a mind of its own. My forehead creased hard. My eyes descended to look again at Stuart’s huge, hard cock, and a tiny, mewling whimper came from the back of my throat.
“You need it very badly, don’t you?” Stuart murmured, his voice a lewd mockery of compassion.
I nodded, my mouth still wide open. I put out my tongue. Stuart pushed his hips forward a little, and put his left hand on the back of my head to hold me in place. He laid the head of his cock on my tongue, warm and weighty. To my dismay, my pussy clenched at the feeling of being so shamefully controlled. I let out a whimper as my boss pressed his huge, hard penis deeper into my mouth.
“That’s it, Melissa,” he said. “Taste that pretty cunt of yours.”
Stuart’s cock filled my mouth, the taste of my own arousal mingling with his masculine musk. I struggled not to gag as he pushed deeper, my lips stretching wide around his girth. His hand on the back of my head held me firmly in place as he began to thrust shallowly.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” Stuart mused, his voice thick with lust. “I knew you had it in you, Melissa. All that intelligence, all those lofty ideas about changing the system… and here you are, on your knees like a common whore.”
His words sent a jolt of shame through me, but to my horror, it was accompanied by a fresh surge of arousal. I moaned around his shaft, the vibrations making him groan in response.