I was a student interning at a prestigious company during the sweltering summer months. The strict dress code demanded classical attire, but I couldn't bear the heat any longer and made the decision to wear a skirt. As I walked through the office, I could feel eyes on me more intensely than usual. It was exhilarating in a way, knowing that I was turning heads.

On this particular day, my workload kept me at the office late into the evening. As everyone else left for the day, it was just my internship master and myself in the open space. Despite our professional relationship, I couldn't help but feel his lingering glances and subtle touches throughout the day. And as we stood talking at my desk, it became all too clear that he was checking out my cleavage with unrestrained desire. My cheeks flushed with shyness, but I couldn't deny that his arousal was arousing me as well.

As our conversation continued, he became increasingly flirtatious and bold. Eventually, I mustered up enough courage to ask him directly about his obvious excitement, gesturing towards the bulge in his pants. He apologized sheepishly, unable to resist the temptation of being around a woman like me. We carried on talking, his advances growing more insistent until I finally decided to leave my desk. But as soon as I stood up, he was behind me in an instant, pressing close and wrapping his arms around my waist in a possessive hold.

His words were slurred and his breath was hot on my neck as he whispered how I was exactly his type, his fingers tracing small circles on my thigh. My body tensed, feeling a mix of discomfort and arousal as his hands roamed upwards, lingering on my buttocks. I was unable to respond to him, but deep down, I could feel the heat building between my legs. His growing erection pressed against me, causing a jolt of desire to shoot through me. Each passing second seemed to intensify the throbbing sensation in my core.

His hand slowly inched up my skirt, gently caressing my lower back and hips. The anticipation built as he whispered in my ear, asking if we could have some naughty fun right there. I couldn't find the words to respond, but my body was eagerly responding to his touch.

He guided me towards my desk, one hand firmly holding onto me while the other one pressed against my waist, bending me over slightly. The cool surface of the desk pressed against my cheek as I waited for what would come next.

After a few moments, I felt the roughness of his raw penis pressed against my buttocks as he began to swat at it. My panties were quickly pulled down and he began to rub himself against my exposed kitty, eliciting a sense of fear and discomfort within me. Despite my protests and warnings, he disregarded them and persisted until finally shoving himself inside of me, claiming he couldn't resist any longer. The sensation was both foreign and violating, but totally got me, and left him have his way with me.

He relentlessly pounded me, his hips thrusting with a fierce and unrelenting force. My skin tingled from the roughness of his touch as he gripped my hair, using it to pull me closer and drive himself deeper inside of me. Every powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, each one more intense than the last. It was as if we were caught in a primal dance, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization to the driving beat of passion and desire. And in that moment, there was nothing but us, lost in the throes of raw, unbridled lust.

He finally grabbed my hips with both hands, his grip firm and possessive. He continued thrusting until I felt him release inside me, his hot essence coating my inner walls. I was caught off guard, my mind reeling as pleasure coursed through my body. "My god, what have you done?" I gasped in disbelief. His laughter filled the air as he told me to calm down before leaving me there, still quivering from his touch and filled with his warm seed. My senses were overwhelmed with the scent of sex and satisfaction lingered in the air around us.