He bent me over his office desk and stripped away my underwear, letting the cold breeze hit my ass. He inserted the tip of his cock into my dripping cunt.
As he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me, I felt my head starting to spin and gripped t...
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I held Tiffany's head with one hand to my crotch as the other was holding documents. Why the fuck haven't these documents been certified yet? Tiffany looked up at me with tears in her eyes as she held my dick down her throat, not daring to move an inch.
I skimmed through these documents as I'm only noticing error after error after error.
Hasn't Mrs. Andrews reviewed this? I looked down to see that no signature was down by her name, which answered my question. Putting the office phone on speaker, I rang her line in her office to which I received no response. I rang again with the same result.
There is no way, with the amount of work she has received, she had been gone to lunch. It isn't even her lunchtime as yet. I raised my lower half to grab my phone from my back pocket, the result leading to sinking into Tiffany's throat more, which made her choke but just barely.
I grabbed her hair as I kept her current position, not giving her the liberty of breathing. "What did I say when you walked in here? Shut it." I threatened.
Tears had now been falling from her eyes and I dialled Mrs. Andrews. On the second ring, she picked up.
"Good afternoon, sir." her voice sounding as sweet as it did the last time we spoke. I took a deep breath before allowing myself to speak.
"Mrs. Andrews, have you completed the assignments I gave you?" I asked, quickly cutting her.
"No, sir. I'm on my lunch-"
"And did I give you permission to go on your lunch break?"
I heard nothing but her breathing in the background along with the occasional sound of a car honking, "Sir, it's my lunch time and-"
I snapped before I could thinking, "And, I gave you shit to do. So-"
The sound of her voice caused me to get solid hard, causing me to grunt, then taking a breath before continuing, "-You do what I tell you. So get your ass back to the office and complete the shit I instructed you to do." I hung up and threw my phone on the other side of the desk as I raised Tiffany from my dick. Her saliva, watery eyes and red cheeks was her current situation as she took gasps for air. Her saliva went down to my pants, making the light grey a darker shade.
"Didn't I tell you to not make a mess?" I raised an eyebrow at her.
She glared at me, "It's hard to do that when you're deep in my throat, jerking up every 5 seconds for a bitch with a husband."
I looked at her with a deadpan expression as she glared at me.
"Call the married woman to clean your dick off instead of the 'office whore'."
I grabbed her hair and pulled it, hard. "You wanna say that again, Mayfield?"
She yelped as I kept the firm hold I had on her hair, "Don't forget why you are here. You're a family favour. You are only here for me to fill you when I want. I'm 'fixing' you, as what your family would call it. I get paid as long as I shove my dick in you and you get a roof over your head and your family's love. So remember who you are." I whispered in her ear.
