“You don’t talk to me like that.”

“You do your job.” He’s clearly irritated as he would normally never say something like this to me. He finishes writing his thought and then I see the realization on his face. There’s a loaded pause between us and my mind turns.

“Is that all it takes?” His eyebrows draw down over his eyes and my face starts to burn. I don’t leave time for him to reply, I quickly turn and leave his office.

Been a couple days, at work hella late

I finished it this morning.

“If you’ve finished it, submit it.” He bites off every word, his lips stiff. I bask in his deep, angry gaze for a moment.

“Make me.” I mirror his anger back to him.

“Goddamn,” he moves quickly, reaching behind me to grab my mouse.

“I– hey,” I try to protest, but his arms are around me. He's typing on my keyboard, searching through my files, so close to me. His arms are brushing my sides as I try to turn and see what he’s doing.

“Don’t touch…” I start, but my email was already open and he swiftly drops the files into the window. I hear the whoosh of the email sending and turn back to frown deeply at him.

“As if it’s that difficult,” he mutters as he looks down on me, his eyes darkening. His glance moves down my body and his jaw tenses.

“Turn around.”

The hard look on my face quickly falls away, my eyes widening, my lips parting.

“Turn. Around,” he says sternly, his hands wrapping around my hips and moving me to face the desk. My breath catches and my face grows hot.

“Bend over.” He places his feet between mine and moves his leg to spread mine. I lean forward and my elbows hit the desk.

His fingers brush my thighs as he lifts my skirt, I reach back to tug my hem up over my ass. He moves to pull my tights away and they bunch around my thighs. His hands move away and I hear his belt clink, his zipper open, then only my breath in the air as he positions his hard cock at my dripping pussy.

I let out a moan without meaning to and move my hand to grasp the edge of the desk. He starts to press inside me ever so slowly and I moan louder and try to press my hips back to take him deeper. His hands wrap around my hips and he pushes me further onto the desk, my face pressing onto the wood, forcing me to wait for him to fill me.

He slides his foot to spread me wider, but the seams of my tights pop in protest and dig into my thighs. My foot slips and my knee cocks, I reach forward to grasp the other edge of the desk and his hands on my hips are suddenly holding me up.

I let out a gasp and hear him grunt. His fingers dig into my skin and he finally moves to fill me. I barely hear him say, “oh, fuck” over the loud moan that bursts from my throat.

Blah blah blah fills me up sit there for a second he pulls up tights tells me to go home filled with his cum

Been a minute and they haven’t talked about it

Calls me into his office shuts the door

Leans against his desk tells me to sit down nodding toward chair

Eyes dark and looking me over quiet for too long

“Unbutton your shirt,” he finally breaks the silence. My lips part to speak, but he shakes his head. “Unbutton your shirt,” he repeats.

My chest is rising and falling quickly. I start to reach for my shirt, but I’m nervous and my fingers gravitate towards my necklace. I move the pendant from side to side, let it drop against my chest. His eyes are locked on me and I draw my fingers over my collarbone.

I bring my hands up to the buttons on my shirt and as my fingers work to undo the buttons, he moves his hands to undo his belt. The small thrill at the base of my spine grows quickly and I wonder if he’ll fuck me locked in his office while the rest of the company works on the other side of the door.

As he pulls his pants and underwear away to reveal his hard cock, I pull my shirt from where it’s tucked into my skirt and finish undoing my buttons. I’m hoping he’ll tell me to bend over the way he did that night, but he only stares at me and starts to stroke his cock.

I lean back in the chair he told me to sit in and pull my tits from my bra. His hand moves faster and his eyes are locked on my pierced nipples. I feel drunk as he looks at me for the first time, the only other time having both of them clothed.

My pussy is wet and I spread my legs, moving my skirt up my legs. I had been hoping he would want me again, but after my tights were ripped and soaked in cum, I’d gone to the store to buy thigh high stockings. With no tights in my way, I reach to pull my thong aside.

I know my (pussy) is glistening wet, and I don’t pause before slipping my fingers inside. He leans forward as he strokes his cock quickly, his eyes locked on my (pussy). I let myself moan quietly as I move my fingers in and out, circling my thumb to tease my clit.

I’m desperately hoping he’ll choose to fuck me again and even the idea is driving me wild. I grasp my breast and grind against my hand. I pinch my nipple, realize I’m about to cum and drop my head back against the chair.

Moving my thumb quickly across my clit and curling my fingers inside myself, tugging on my nipple, and knowing (dude) is watching me, I tip over the edge.

Blah blah

As I pull my fingers from my (pussy) my wetness stretches between them.

“Come here,” he says, breaking the silence and making my heart skip. When I stand up, he reaches forward to grab my wrist. He brings my fingers to his mouth and tastes me. I gasp and trip, my body falling into his. He holds me close for just a moment before pulling my wrist away, savoring every drop of my wetness as my fingers leave his mouth.

“Now, get on your knees and swallow my cum,” he whispers in my ear, his hand on my shoulder. I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees, his hand moving to my head. I push his other hand away and eagerly take his cock into my mouth.

He grunts and his hand on my head twists into my hair, forcing me to take him deep. I lean forward to press my tits against his balls and as my lips reach the base of his cock, he blows his cum down my throat