I will never forget the way her slim silhouette paled in comparison to mine as I stared at the reflection bouncing off of the office window. I stood behind her tiny frame, one hand on her hip and the other firmly pushing her down against the desk as I slowly forced my thick throbbing cock into her tiny bald pussy. She lay there limp, tears rolling down her cheeks, heel-clad feet dangling above the floor, bent over my desk with nowhere to hide while I took her virginity in front of the whole city, for everyone to see. Surely this isn’t how she expected her internship to go.

At 27 there are only two types of age-appropriate women. First, you have working girls. Dry, career-obsessed, and repressed. This kind of woman never has time to go out, never has time to take care of herself the way a woman ought to, and she certainly never has time to fuck. Finally, you have the bimbos. These girls spent the better half of their 20s getting ran through only to wake up and realize they have nothing to offer except the right to breed them.

Every year, my department works with one of the local universities and offers an internship for incoming freshmen majoring in S.T.E.M. And just my luck, this year they were focusing on promoting women in the field. Overnight, the office became filled with about a dozen of the tightest little bodies you’ve ever seen, just begging to be used. I tried to hold out but eventually, faced with enough pressure even the strongest damns have to break.

And break I did. This was the moment everything was set in motion; a sequence of events that once started became inevitable. Her silky straight shoulder-length hair glistened in the light as she entered the office. She was soft-spoken but not shy or unconfident, her manner of speech perfectly complemented her tiny but proportionate frame. She was only 18, fresh out of high school but everything about how she carried herself was immaculately professional. Heels but not too high, her dress perfectly hemmed right above the knee line and just barely tight enough to reveal that tight freshly sculpted figure only a college girl can have. At that moment everything clicked, I knew what was about to happen, I knew that everything I was about to do from that moment moving forwards would all be for the sole purpose of turning my new personal assistant into my personal whore.

It started off quite benign. Keeping her busy, and making sure she had work to do isolating her from the rest of the interns. Meetings, errands, etc. anything that would keep her away during the common break and lunch times. As a consequence, she ended up spending most of her breaks lounging in my office, and I made sure to show my appreciation by taking her out to lunch every day. She was as smart as she was attractive. Her eyes would light up every time we talked shop, she had a particularly keen interest in data science and seemed to genuinely enjoy my professional mentoring. But whenever the conversation got personal I could feel her clam up. I needed to break through that wall. At this point, work was picking up and we were regularly working well after almost everybody else had left. Her parents had always taught her never to leave work before her boss. I called her in and offered her a drink, she was hesitant at first but thankfully her parents had also taught her to never say no to a superior. She took the drink and took a sip. She immediately became flushed. We locked eyes and burst into laughter. I led her to the sofa and told her to sit down and relax and assured her it was ok for her to take off her shoes as if she had asked for permission. She obliged and took off her shoes to reveal a pair of delicate, perfectly manicured feet. She leaned against the arm of the sofa and tucked her feet underneath herself off to the side. I asked if she enjoyed her time in high school and she told me all about her time as ASB president, her time on the debate team, and about a plethora of other extracurriculars. I chuckled and this time directly asked if she’d had a boyfriend. She blushed. She was always too busy with school and even if she had found the time there was no way her parents would have allowed her to date. It was about this point that she caught me staring at her bare feet on the sofa. She immediately pretended not to notice but her cheeks betrayed her as the most adorable blush came over her. It was clear she was enjoying the attention. Without breaking eye contact, she took her feet out from underneath herself, crossed them on top of the coffee table, and gave her toes a little wiggle. This entire time I had been fighting to hide my raging hard cock to not make her uncomfortable but how could I hide it any longer with such a little tease sitting right across from me. Soon I was the one catching her staring. We finished our drinks and parted ways for the night.

That night I had my first wet dream in close to a decade. For the next couple of weeks, we fell into somewhat of a routine. We spent every break with a drink, she flaunted her bare feet and was rewarded with what would likely be the largest bulge she would ever get to experience. I loved catching her staring. Her eyes were full of curiosity and wonder as she fantasized about what was underneath. This went on for a couple more weeks until eventually, I couldn’t take it any longer.

I didn’t plan on it happening the way it did, but god, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It was another late night and I invited her in for a drink, nothing out of the ordinary at this point except that this time I offered her another one. And another one. And another one. And that was all it took. The next thing I knew she was laying there unconscious on my couch, she didn’t even get to take her shoes off. Once again I tried to be good, I packed up my things and was just going to cover her with a blanket before heading out; but just as I was about to turn and leave the slightest moan escaped her lips. There was no going back, that energy in my abdomen needed to be released and it needed to happen through my cock. Immediately my bulge swelled and in a matter of seconds I was more erect than I had ever been before. I picked up her limp arm and laid her hand on my member. Her warmth filled me with all the remaining courage I needed. I pulled out my leaking cock and ran my engorged head across her sleeping lips, glossing them more beautifully than the most expensive lipstick ever could. My huge member resting on her diminutive face gave her a doll-like appearance and I couldn’t resist any longer. I kissed her glazed lips and ran my hand up her thigh to her warm wet pussy. Using my index finger I spread the moisture around before pushing her panties aside and inserting the tip of my index finger inside the tightest pussy I’d ever felt. I gently used my index finger as if motioning someone to “come here”, stimulating her walls into relaxing. Meanwhile, I took her limp arm and placed her hand around my cock. That image of her tiny feminine hand wrapped around me for the first time will forever stay etched into my mind. She wasn’t even close to wrapping her hand around my girth and four of her hands could easily fit on my shaft stacked on top of each other. Nothing will ever come to close the amount of power I felt flowing through me at that exact moment. After a couple of minutes of fingering, her walls were starting to become more and more accommodating and at the same time she started coming to. Tiny moan after tiny moan escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered open until finally, we were face to face making eye contact. Now awake only one word escapes her lips in a tone equal parts terror, confusion, and pleasure. In more of a whimper than anything else she manages to utter my name before her eyes were completely overcome with tears. I tell her everything is going to be ok and that I’m going to take care of her before gently kissing her tears away. For just a second the look of terror softens before she looks down and sees my red hot dick. I see a torrent of emotions play out in sequence on her face; shock, amazement, lust, and finally back to terror as she realized I had no plans of stopping at fingering. At this point I expected her to put up a fight, scream for help…something. But like the good girl she was, she stayed quiet. More tears streamed down her face as I inserted the next section of my index finger and she realized that every centimeter brought her closer to the real thing. I lean down to kiss her neck and I hear her pleading for me to stop under her breath. I move to her ear, bit down on her lobe and told her that the only thing stopping her from enjoying this was herself. I reminded her that she wanted this, that she was basically begging me for it. “Did you really think you could just tease me like you have been for the past month without having to follow through?” Immediately I feel her pelvic floor begin to contact as she had her first orgasm of the night. I wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze to slow down the blood traveling to her head. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and I kiss her deeper than I had ever kissed anyone as I mentally prepared to make her mine for good. I had only made it halfway inside of her with my index finger but I couldn’t wait any longer it was now or never so I lifted her off the couch and bent her over my desk.

She resumes her crying again and begs me to stop. She whimpers that she’s not ready and that she’s not on birth control. But she doesn’t fight me. She makes no effort to run away, she doesn’t even scream. Because deep down she knows she wants it too. Her entire life she had been shamed for having needs, for craving pleasure. Her parents made her feel dirty for wanting to experience one of the core pleasures of becoming a woman. By forcing myself on her I spared her that guilt and shame. Every college girl can be fun, but only if you make them.

I finally had her exactly where I wanted. Bent over in front of me. I push her dress above her tight little ass and pull her panties down to her dangling toes. They get caught on one of her heels. I place my hand on her hips, my head on her tight little cunt and I pushed. She let out a high-pitched yelp followed by a symphony of sobs and labored breathing. My head wasn't even close to being inside. I work the tip in and out a couple of times before giving it another push. My dick is met with resistance but I refuse to give in this time. I push harder. Her cries turn to please which turn into her repeating phrases in a language I don’t understand. I think she was reciting a prayer as I gave one final push and made my way passed her sweet cherry. And just like that she was mine. I could tell she knew it too. I felt a warm liquid on my head which I used to push in further. Her previous chant turns into one phrase that she repeats over and over for the rest of the night something like Bah Bah. This pattern repeated itself for the next five minutes. I'd push in a centimeter further, she cried out and I start pumping to the same depth in and out. We repeated this over and over until finally, I forced myself balls deep into my newly minted princess. Now fully inside I let loose. I moved both hands to her hips and I began pounding, slow at first then speeding up, and with every thrust, I felt her tearing just a little more. With every stroke, her pussy molded itself to my cock so that no man could ever truly have her again. I did this until I was on the edge of exploding inside of her and right before I was about to defile her little cervix I pulled out and stood her up. She breathed a sigh of relief before her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees. In tears, she thanked me for not cumming inside of her. Before she could finish speaking I hoisted her and dropped her back onto the desk this time on her back. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to speak but I placed my thumb and ordered her to suck. She complied like the good little whore I had just turned her into. I tore the top of her dress off to reveal a perfectly symmetrical pair of perky B cups dotted by two bright pink little nipples. I grabbed her tit with all my strength and she bit down on my finger. I slapped her across the face to remind her of her place. I pulled her chin forwards to look her in her eyes while I inserted myself once more into her pink little pussy. My eyes remained locked on hers for the next five minutes until finally with one last groan of pure ecstasy I explode inside of her. I see the fear overcome her eyes as the last bit of her that was holding out resigned itself to me. I stayed inside of her for what seemed like an eternity while my cocked convulsed with aftershock after aftershock. Finally, I pulled myself out and watched as she lay there lifeless with my seed leaking out of her. My perfect little fuck doll. I grabbed her panties off her dangling foot and put them in my pocket. A souvenir if you will. I pulled a box of plan B from my desk and tossed it to her, landing squarely on her chest between her perky mounds. I ordered her to take it but she just lay there motionless. A ruined girl who never got to become a woman. I poured her a glass of water and sat her up. She re-associated with reality and took the pill, thanking me as she handed back the glass. She cleaned herself up and changed into the gym clothes she kept at the office and I drove her home. Before she got out, I handed her my card and instructed her to have an IUD implanted over the weekend as she was going to need it if she hoped to keep working with me. She nodded, kissed me goodbye, and headed inside. I waved to her parents before driving away.

The thing I love most about college girls is how quickly they bounce back. The following Monday my girl was back in the office as bright-eyed as ever. Moreso after I surprised her with the new dress I bought her to replace the one I ruined. She confirmed she’d had the IUD implanted and handed me back my card. I thanked her, caressed her face, and pushed her down to her knees. She didn’t cry, she didn’t fight she just did as she was told. The rest of the internship was more of the same. Every once in a while I would get her a small gift, be it shoes or a skirt or whatever I happened to think she would look good in. And in return, I got to do whatever I wanted to her whenever I wanted. For the next couple of weeks, she basically lived underneath my desk. I lost contact with her after the internship ended but I know she will never stop thinking of me. No matter what she does or where she goes, I own her. And at least I still have the videos I took of her under my desk.