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“I think I can fit that into my schedule. Swing by my office and let’s talk about that report,” you say over your shoulder as you continue down the hallway.

I wait eagerly in my cubicle and watch the clock tick and then tock. I cannot follow behind you too closely. I smooth my skirt as I stand and feel the pull of my skin as my thighs withdraw from the adhesive of the leather chair. I let out a small hiss at the pain and keep moving. My heart is racing. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I’m hoping you’re the same way. I take the stairs to the second floor and towards your office. I quicken my pace, you don’t like to be kept waiting. Your office door is closed and I hear your muffled voice. It’s hard to discern what you’re saying, but I feel safe assuming that you’re on a call. I casually peer from side to side before sliding into your office. I close and lock the door behind me. I don’t want any interruptions. The irony of my interrupting your call dawns on me and I grin cheekily. I put a single finger over my mouth, shushing myself. 

Your office is smartly styled in earth tones and rich leather. Its immaculate, a place for everything and not a thing out of place. Your cadence never falters and your phone call carries on. You look so handsome. I slide my shushing finger down my neck and between my breasts, then pop the first button on my blouse open.

You look at me from the corner of your eyes and a smirk etches onto your face. Your desire to hang up on this call becomes increasingly appealing. You point at the phone and then at your lips, silently mouthing, “It’s almost over.”

The call must be crucial. You would have found a reason to cut it short if it weren’t. I saunter across the space between us, popping another two buttons. Your eyes never leave mine and I shiver at the intensity of your gaze. Reaching you, I pucker my lips and place a barely-there kiss on to yours.

You bring me into your lap and break away from the kiss. “Listen, Steven. Sorry to cut this short, but I have to run to another meeting. I gotta hop off this call, okay?” You hang up the phone and review my blouse. “Sorry about that,” you say, toying with the next button, “Got a surprise call.”

My eagerness betrays me as I kiss you again. This time is much more forward than the last. I part my lips and moan, begging for your tongue to slide into my mouth. I take a step back from you as you stand from your desk chair. My head is forced upward to user account for your height, but we never break our kiss. Your fingers burrow into the side of my blouse. You grab at my partly-unbuttoned top and pull my body against yours so that I can feel the crotch of your pants nudging against my thigh. My blouse is now unbuttoned and hangs open loosely, exposing the black plunge bra underneath. I squirm against your pants, the excitement building in my chest as my heartbeat quickens. I break the kiss, my breath haggard as you nuzzle your face into the crook of my neck and nip at my soft skin. I feel the wetness between my legs.

You expertly place gentle kisses along the skin of my neck. Your hands reach around my back, dropping lower until you’re  grabbing my ass. You squeeze firmly and your fingernails dig into me. I whimper softly in your ear.

My hands travel down to your pants and I fuss with your belt. I cannot focus with your hot breath on my neck and your strong hands holding me against you. I want you so badly already. Your pants are unbuttoned and I slide my hand underneath your boxer briefs. Fu-uck. You’re so hard. I gasp as I wrap my fingers around you and squeeze tightly.

Powerful emotions swirl inside of you as I start stroking your hard cock. Your grip cuts deeper into my ass. Your teeth sink into my neck. My stroking pace increases excitedly, causing moans to fall from your lips. From behind your office door, muffled chatter can be heard but the distance and specific words are indiscernible. Am I sure I locked the door? The risk isn’t processing. I’m not thinking clearly. My thoughts are solely on you. Your grip on my ass is hard, it hurts, but I like the pain. I’m yours. I bite my lip and whimper. You pay little mind to the noises. The promise of having your way with me negates any sensible consideration that someone might try to walk in. 

“Bend over the desk,” you command. Your hands move to my hips, preparing to turn me around. I giggle and do as I’m told. My arms discover clear space on the desk as I prop myself up on my elbows. You keep your hands firm on my hips as I move, steadying me. I wonder if you can feel my breath hitch. I bend my spine forward so that my ass is up and towards you. I’m vulnerable in this position. I have no control here.

Your fingers run along the bottom edge of my skirt. You tear it upward, so it gathers at my hips and my ass is exposed to you. You pull down my panties and they fall to the floor. You grab my hair from behind, bringing it into a forceful grip as your hard cock presses between my thighs. “I want you so badly,” I whimper. I feel you between my legs. I’m already wet. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.

You grab the base of your cock and line yourself up. I feel your tip just barely slide into me. You hold yourself there, perfectly happy to keep me waiting in anticipation. “Please, please, Daddy.” I squirm on the tip of your cock. Fuck. You’re so hard. I want to feel you deep inside me. I know you’ll fuck me so, so good. I whimper and moan gently, my head held in place by your grip in my hair.

You shift your hips forward. “Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask maliciously as your cock reaches further into me. You pull yourself back and wait for my response.

I gasp. “I should be working, but.. but, I’ve been a bad girl.”

“And why is it that you’ve been bad?” you ask. “Aren’t we paying you to do a good job and be professional?” Your cock sinks back into me and I whimper. “AREN’T WE?”  You press for my response. I hiss at the sudden fullness. You feel the wetness and warmth of my pussy already, but have the discipline needed to not succumb to my begging. 

“YES! Yes, you are. Please forgive me, Daddy. I promise to be good.”

Your cock throbs inside me. Tingling sensations pour from my body to yours inspiring a primal ferocity within you. “Are you going to be good? Because I just got off a call where I was told that our numbers were wrong.” You shift deeper into me. “Do you know WHO checked that report?”

I bite my forearm to stifle a scream. “I-I checked the report. I’m s-so sorry. Please don’t be angry with me.” I try to buck my hips against you, but you hold me in place. “Fu-u-uck,” I whimper.

“That’s right,” you mock. “It was you, but don’t worry…” You release my hair and span your hand across the side of my face. You press my head into your desk, pinning me down. Your hips pull back, then shoot forward, now ripping into me at a churning pace. “I’m just going to fuck the shit out of you… that’s all. Slut.” Angrily, you slap my ass. Your weight shoves against my powerless body. My thighs are pinched against the corner of your desk.

I’m not prepared to take all of you and my breath catches in my throat. I know you need to punish me. I’ve been so bad. My ass cheeks burn like fire when you slap me. Yes, fuck, it hurts so badly, but I want it. “Yes, please. Please. I’m your little slut.”

“Yes you are. My little slut is going to do a better FUCKING JOB, isn’t that right?” The volume in the room is louder than before. We had been trying to keep it down, but the natural aggression between the two of us has brought us to a point where we are acting recklessly with no regard for what lies beyond the door. You hammer your cock into me with a powerful cadence. The length of your shaft travels beautifully between my lips. Your muddled mind takes a few moments to observe the sight. “Fuck-k,” you groan, seeing my juices all over your sensitive skin.

“Yes, yes a MUCH better job,” I yelp between blows from your thick cock. I feel the pressure building. “Please don’t stop!” I feel how wet your cock is and know that you’re the only man who does this to me. You’re the only man I surrender my body to.

The clapping sound from our bodies echoes around your office. You slam your cock harder and harder into me. My whole body shakes from the force of your painful slams. “Yeah, you’re gonna do a better FUCKING job for me? I don’t want my favorite employee fucking things up anymore. Is that UNDERSTOOD?” Your hand whips down against my pretty ass with an audible slap.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Daddy! I-I under-understand!” I’m so close now. My body is trembling. I cannot make it stop. You’re fucking me so hard. Too hard. It hurts. My pussy flexs against your thickness. I feel so full. I want to cum. 

“Daddy, you’re hurting me!” 

You tilt your head back and groan. “Fuck! I have to, baby girl. Daddy has to teach you a lesson. Ah-ah, fuck! You made me do this to you. Do you understand?” Your hand leaves the side of my face and resumes its hold in my hair, you treat my bunched hair like a handle then yank my neck backwards, forcing my back to arch. Your desk digs into several points on my body, which only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. I feel powerless, pinned between you and the desk. You’re right. I’ve been so bad. You’re so disappointed in me. I need to be punished with your hard cock. Your desk digs into my soft skin and the pressure points redden. Our coworkers wouldn’t recognize you at this moment, you’re feral. They know you as a calm, confident man not this all-consuming slut fucker. I don’t dare cum without your permission. “Answer me,” you bark.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah!” I’m frazzled. I cannot form complete sentences. There is only the rhythm of your beating. 

“Answer me!” 

“I-I-I under-under-stan-stand!”

“Say it FUCKING RIGHT!”

“I understand, DADDY!” My strained whimpers get louder and more frequent. 

“Do you wanna cum for me?” you ask, powering your cock into me. The pleasure is overwhelming and you can feel your willpower slipping. You want to release inside of me.

“Please Daddy. I want to cum on your cock so badly.” My eyes water as you keep pounding into me. I don’t know how you’re doing this. Any other man would have lost it by now, but not you. You do exactly what you want to do with my body. You feel my back arch as I’m raked with pleasure. It’s so hard to hold it back. I’m losing control. My body is betraying me. I cannot take you in a single more time without… without…

“Go on, cum for Daddy,” you encourage as you flex the walls of my pussy. “Cum for Daddy. Come on.” Your voice is encouraging; taunting and domineering.

“FUCK!” I scream, momentarily forgetting myself. My hand darts to my mouth to quiet the noise as my body spasms. You never slow. I orgasm once, twice. “Mmmmm,” I whimper. My pussy keeps taking your beating. I want you to fill me with your cum. I want to feel your load drip out of me.

My orgasms break down your last bit of mental fortitude. “Oh my God-d-d,” you moan. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Your body trembles as you tense, your hot cum shooting into me, filling me. The liquid bridges a gap between us, binding us together, I can hear the wonderful exhaustion in your panting breaths and groans. You can hardly think, but you feel so connected to me. 

Your orgasm sends me reeling and my knees go weak. Without your pressure, I would have slid to the floor. I’m panting and shivering as you fill me up. I want to lick you clean. It’s what a good and proper girl would do for her Daddy after he teaches her a hard lesson. You hold me up and pull away from the desk, turning me around to face you. I drop to my knees and look into your eyes. My body is exhausted. I feel my wetness on the backs of my legs as I kneel before you. “Please, can I?” 

You smile and nod. “Go ahead.” Your tongue sticks to the top row of your teeth as you wait, watching me.

I wrap my hand around the base of your cock. You’re dripping with my wet. I gently lap at your tip. I love the salty taste of your cum. It’s still so warm. I lick you from root to tip and moan gently as I take you in my mouth. My hair is a mess and you see the splotches of red on my skin from your desk. My pussy is so sore and empty without you inside me. You comb your fingers through my hair, moaning as I lick away every last drop. 

“You are such a good girl,” you say, pleased by my submission to you. You close your eyes and embrace it for a few more moments before looking down at me. “Stand up,” you order, “time to get back to work.” I stay on my knees and thank you before standing. My legs are shaking badly. You hold me in place long enough for me to stabilize. My eyes never leave yours. 

“I promise to be better for you.” You give me a smile while straightening my skirt.

 “I know you will. Give Daddy a kiss before you head off,” you say warmly as you pull me up against you again. I lean forward on the tips of my toes to reach your lips. I wonder if you’ll taste my pussy on my mouth. You kiss me deeply and hold our embrace for several moments before releasing me back to work.

“I’ll bring you the updated reports by next week.”

“I’ll be expecting them.”

This story was co-written by u/DemonEroticist and I. It’s been a pleasure working with him and I look forward to many more collaborations.

NSFW: yes

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