An Office Whore 2 [M36/F26] [Boss and Secretary] [Angry Boss] [Rough Sex]

At 2:00, I stride into your office. Energetically bringing you the copies that you asked for. My heels echoing on your marble floors as I cross the spacious seating area to your desk. The floor to ceiling windows flooded with gorgeous sunlight on this beautiful day. All the beauty this lavish office has to offer pales in comparison to the sexy man before me.

Your fitted suit outlines your gorgeous physique as I watch you standing in front of the window. Arms crossed. Your muscular back on display. Your toned ass. Tall build. The whole package has me biting my lip as I do as I’m told and drop the papers onto your desk.

I’ve seen this demeanor before. Cold. Pissed. Seething, really. Hotter than hell in your buttoned up fury. The last time this happened, you lost a multi-million dollar account. God, you were a dick for a month after that. Working me nonstop.

You spot me over your shoulder. Arms crossed. Giving me a suggestive once over before continuing to brood out the window and shoving a hard hand through your hair. “You’re free to leave for the day.” You bite out curtly. Whoa. Never. Never, ever, have I gotten to go home before the end of a work day. You look at my confused expression and repeat yourself, “Go home, Jess.” You bark as you turn around and face me. Hands on your hips. Your chiseled body sculpted around the fabric of your crisp white dress shirt. Your black slacks hang beautifully on your hips. Barely hiding a very impressive cock.
Your eyes connect with mine and a shiver rolls down my spine. So much fire. So much passion. So much menacing anger that is disproportionate to my upbeat energy.
I turn on my heels and head toward the door. Discreetly closing the door instead and turning the lock.

“Jess.” You warn. Not in a mood to be fucked with. I cross the room back to you in a gracefully confident manner. Holding my chin up as I rise my face to yours. Wordlessly reaching behind me to unzip my modest black dress. Tugging it down and letting it fall to the floor. Nothing on underneath, per usual. Stepping out of my dress and kicking it away with my heels. My nude stockings seamlessly match the color of my long legs.

The look on your face becomes even more menacing. Fire. Frustration. Desire. “Go home, Jess. Now.” You warn me again in a sexy tone as you take in my naked figure. My full tits. My full body tan. Freshly waxed pussy.

“Yes, sir.” I counter. Stepping forward into you. With my eyes on yours, tucking your hand between my legs. Swiping your rough fingertips against my pink slit. So slick and achey. Your sexy lips part for a moment as I pet myself, using your fingers shamelessly. You slide your free hand into my soft blonde hair. Tilting my head back up to yours. “I’m too fucked up to be inside you right now,” you whisper against my lips.

I lick my dry lips. Swallow hard as you curl your pointer and middle fingers straight up my tight pussy. Pressing. Soaking. The hand in my free hair tightening as you suck in a sharp breath. “Use my pussy.” I beg in a shaky voice. Staring straight into your eyes. “Use my pussy.” I beg, more insistent. You growl and lick deeply into my mouth. Roughly, just once before you’re roaming your eyes down my body. My heavy tits swaying with the feel of your fingers slowing fucking in and out. My thighs framed by pretty lace. My pretty heels barely parted.

I tilt your lips back up to mine. Kissing deeply. Sliding my hands around your neck. Pulling you closer. You growl and roughly fuck your fingers deeper. Both of us aching to fuck each other. Letting me stroke my tongue against yours. Taste you. Cupping my hand over yours, urging you deeper. Melting my pussy all over your fingers.

You launch yourself away from me. Breathing heavy. Fussing with your hair while glaring at me. God, you’ve never looked so fucking sexy. Resolved enough to part your jacket and slide your belt loose. Challenging me fully as you unbutton your pants and drag them down your massive thighs. Holy fuck, your massive cock springing straight up for me. Your flared head red and eager for me, too.

“Get on your knees, Jess.” You command coldly as you lower yourself into your armchair. I do as I’m told on shaky legs. Aching everywhere from fear and pure desire. Hovering my mouth over your cock with an unreadable expression on your face. Keeping my eyes on yours as I part my lips down over your dick. Whimpering at the feel of you, instantly flooding my mouth with more saliva. Swirling my tongue around your thick tip. Eagerly starting to suck you. Fuck, my body feels incredible when I get your cock inside me. Anywhere I can get it.

I never lift my eyes off yours as I pass my pink lips over you. Tossing my hair to one side. Deeper and hungrier. Moaning all over your cock with my pouting green eyes. Showing you exactly how bad I want to fuck you.

You don’t move a fucking muscle. Lounging in your chair, your fore finger and thumb framing your sexy, chiseled jaw as you watch me, glaring and icy cold. I jump slightly when the phone on your desk rings once. You pick it up without breaking eye contact, curtly cutting off whoever is on the other line by saying in a completely unaffected manner, “Hold my calls for the next hour.”

Swallowing your tip. Eagerly pulling at your dick with my lips. Swirling my tongue all over your cock as I take you as deep as I can. Truly moaning as you fill my aching mouth and press into my throat. My jaw stretched wide around your gorgeous dick. Rubbing my hard nipples against your thighs for all my efforts. Sighing. Massaging your warm tanned thighs under my hands. Oh my god, I want you so fucking bad.

I stand on shaky legs and hover my messy lips over yours. “I’m ready to fuck,” I whimper against your lips. Both of your hands come up to frame my face. Caressing. Staring at my saliva smeared all over my lips. Tracing your tongue over my bottom lip, you toss back, “You don’t stop sucking my cock until I say you can stop... Do you understand?“

Instantly aching for you from head to toe. “Yes, sir,” I breathlessly beg as you guide me back to my knees. Guiding my lips down your throbbing cock. Not satisfied until I’m stretching wide again. Cupping my flexing jaw, gently pressing. Closing my eyes at the feel of your hands on me. Sweeping my hair out of the way to watch me. Tilting my face up to yours. Oh my god I’m just going to cum from sucking you off.

“Eyes open.” I look into yours as you lean back and silently unbutton your dress shirt so fucking slowly. Stifling my cries on your cock as you reveal your smooth skin. Those fucking abs. Your jaw grinding as I suck you harder. Tighter. You slap my hands away from grabbing the base of your dick, all mouth today. You lean down and pull my lips off your dick and directly on to your thrusting tongue. Kissing me deeply. Passionately. Once, twice before bringing me back onto your cock. Moaning, taking you as deep as I can.

Repeatedly pressing you into my throat for long seconds. Until you can’t take it anymore. Guiding me off of your cock and into your mouth.
Licking and mouths fucking as you pull me to stand again. Unable to keep our hands off each other as we stumble back. You catch me by the waist against the floor to ceiling windows. Devastating me with your kisses before you turn me around. Turning my head to kiss you again with my back against your front. Shivering at being so exposed against the landscape. Towering buildings and the bustling city surround us at every angle.

Your lips kiss down my neck as you reach in between my legs. Growling against my skin for how wet I am. How hot and ready. How much trouble this creates when the entire fucking office is teeming outside these walls. My stomach drops at the feel of you pressing in closer. Switching your fingers for the head of your massive dick. I desperately toss my hands behind me up into your hair. Gripping. Pulling you closer. Restlessly eager for you to fuck me.

“Have you been prescribed birth control yet, Jess?” You ask fiercely as the head of you circles against my tightness. “No,” I moan earnestly. I’ve avoided pregnancy by tracking my ovulation instead. I can feel your body vibrating behind me and you nip my ear with your teeth for my admission. I let out a yelp before you brace one palm against the glass, slide the other down between my parted thighs, and drive your cock so deep inside me I automatically haul back against you. Breathlessly screaming as you claim me. Grabbing me closer and mounting yourself deeper. “Goddamn, you fucking bitch.” You groan into my ear.

Normally, I would recoil from such harsh language. Automatically turned off by such crudeness. But I’m sobbing to you. Panting. Letting you screw my tight pussy harder. My entire body aching for more. “Oh my God.” The feel of you is insanity. So fucking wet but still so fucking tight. Struggling to take all of you. You make sure that I do.

“They can see us fucking,” you taunt in my ear, staring out the expansive view. I know. “They know exactly whose fucking office this is… Everyone can see the gorgeous blonde standing naked in my window right now... They can see these perfect tits bouncing off the glass while you’re getting fucked.” It’s true. Your office is the crown jewel of the city. Keeping my head thrown back against your shoulder to protect my anonymity. I’m just as aroused by the other picture: Someone walking in on us… and seeing this astoundingly sexy, virile, CEO fucking the hell out of his young, undressed assistant up against his glass windows during work hours.

One of my palms slaps against the window next to yours. Writhing. Panting. Kissing. Driving into me with unrestrained fury for whatever pissed you off earlier. Using my sweet pussy to release your pent up frustration. Gasping for air as you wildly drive into me. Hands gripping my hips, now. Angling me exactly how you need me while shushing my cries. Your strong legs knocking mine wider.

Without warning, you pull me away from the window. Spinning me around and hauling my legs around your waist as you carry me over to your sturdy wooden desk. Scattering papers to the floor as you prop my ass on the edge and furiously sink into me again. Cradling my head in your hand. Holding me close as you lick against my tongue. Flexing your abs as your other hand grips the edge of the desk. The sexiest groans spilling into my mouth as you screw into me. Riding me hard and fast.

Panting. Nipping at your bottom lip. Squeezing the shit out of your cock. Raking my nails down your bare back…. Losing control I never had in the first place. The searing expression on your face combined with your unapologetic tempo has me scrambling for more. My green eyes glossy, wide, pleading to yours.

“No one has ever fucked my cunt like this.” I sob into your mouth. “You feel so fucking good.” Lost to you. My legs shaking. Your huge fucking cock pressing deeper. Riding the spot that absolutely fucks me out of my skull. “Take my pussy, baby.” Holy fucking shit. “It’s yours…. It’s fucking yours.” Shaky uncontrollably now. Spreading my legs. Your groveling moans that don’t stop. Near tears as I gasp,
“I feel like I’m going to fucking squirt.”

The sound that rips from your chest. The way you gather me close and don’t let me shy away now. I’ve never squirted before, but all I know is that my pussy is really really really fucking wet for you. Biting my lower lip. My tight pussy getting fucked into your submission. Whimpering as quietly as I can manage. “Fuck, yes!” You growl.

I squeeze your cock to take back any semblance of control. To slow you down. God but you plow through my tight grip like it’s nothing. Getting as deep as you want. As full as you want.

You grab me close and sit us in your chair. Spreading my legs wide across your lap. Hovering my panting lips over yours as I rise and fall on your cock. Your hands on my hips ensure that I fuck every inch of you. My nails clawing the armrests as my heavy tits bounce in your face. Capturing a nipple, groaning, and flexing your cock as deep as you can. My head falling back. Endless pleasure as you lick across my tits and fuck my aching pussy to no end.

You slide your hand up the back of my neck, and pull me back into you. Nose to nose, groaning, “You’re not getting on birth control, Jess. My god, I’m going to take my chances inside this gorgeous cunt…. Goddamn, I’ve never cum so hard.” Oh my fucking god.

My fist finds your thick hair and tightens. Instantly melting. Fucking the hell out of you. If I were to become pregnant by accident, we would make a beautiful child.

Pounding on your cock. You’re just as hot for it as I am. Nothing short of a burning building can stop us now, despite that familiar ache from taking a too-big dick. Stretched too wide around you.

In a flash, I scramble to the floor, on to my knees again, and suck your cock to the very base.

You slam a rough fist on your desk, loud enough for others to hear, and push roughly to your feet. Not asking for permission when you clasp your hands behind my head and fuck your cock down my throat. Your lips parted. Thrusting hard. Watching me beneath you, moaning my pleasure. Tasting my sweet pussy. Breathing through my nose whenever I can. Watching you thoroughly enjoying yourself. My pussy dripping at the taste of your precum.

You look so fucking hot like this. Fucking my mouth. Stretching me wide around you here, too. Finger combing my hair back. Moaning to the ceiling. I can tell you’re getting close

With a curse, you pull out of my mouth and pull me to stand again. Kissing me deeply as you scramble enter me. Spreading my legs. Both my palms braced behind me on the desk. Crying louder than I should as you push your huge cock up my tender pussy. Quivering around every throbbing inch of you stroking my insides. Moaning your name over and over. “Shhhhhh. Shut the fuck up,” you groan. Licking across my lips. I can’t. I literally cannot stay quiet. Cover your mouth with your palm, I don’t care. Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing to me.

You lift me in your arms and stride sternly across your office with your cock buried deep inside me. Jolting with every step you take. Holding me close as you carry me into your private en suite bathroom for an added layer of sound protection. Crashing into me against the gorgeous marble countertop. Kissing down my neck as you fuck with abandon. Nearly screaming for you now.

“Ah, God... My pussy hurts.” I finally concede.

“Fuck. Say that again.”

“My pussy is so sore.” I whimper against your lips.

Nose to nose as you barely slow down. Only to screw me instead. Holding me close as I sob against your open mouth “This is exactly how I want to fuck your achingly sexy cunt…” Screwing deeper. Heavier. “Sore. Swollen pink around my cock.” Leaning down into my ear, “Unprotected…. Dripping with my cum.”

You’re so fucking hot I cum instantly. Hard, aching waves of pleasure drown me in your arms as you fuck me through it. Competing against my raging orgasm. Oh my god. It hurts so fucking good, babe.

Leaning me back against the vanity mirror with a hand behind my head.
Elongating me. A full body view as you knock into me. Harder. Wrapping your free arm around my waist was I grip the counter with white knuckles. Slamming into me while chasing your own orgasm.

Your whole body shakes as you start. Gasping for air as you cum deep inside me. Throbbing and pulsing your release. Your eyes glued to my tight pink pussy as you pour into me. Groaning so fucking hard and fighting to give me everything. Flashes of your cum drip from my delicate pussy every time you pull back just to slam deeper. Like your only goal is to give me every single drop of you as deep as you can get it….

Kissing through the after shocks. Both of us completely spent. Panting. Unwilling to break the connection.
Your eyes closed, face relaxed…..
Having a tender moment before you ease your cock out of me. Looking upon my freshly fucked pussy and groaning before you reach for a fresh white towel clean us up. Delicately patting between my legs.

You help me off the counter and kiss my lips before you restore yourself and silently zip me into my dress. Meeting me at the door before I slip out undetected. You message your personal driver to drive me home, spending the rest of the night soaking in a bubble bath.