Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I crossed the ten feet of carpet between my cubicle and my master’s office. When I arrived and closed the door behind me, Joseph looked up from his desk with the same intense, authoritative gaze I had gotten to know so well. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt an electric thrill course through my body. Afternoons were more urgent than mornings, as if my master needed to take the frustrations of the corporate day out on my pussy.
“Have you been a good girl?” he asked, standing up.
I swallowed hard, thinking about all the things those two words could mean.
“Yes, sir,” I told him. “I got the You and Selecta campaign overview done and sent to marketing.”
He smiled, and I could tell despite the evident lust in his eyes that he was genuinely impressed.
“Well done, sweetheart,” he said. “I think you’ll get to come.”
I swallowed again, my cheeks flushing. Coming under Joseph’s massive, driving cock made me scream, which I felt certain could be heard in the bullpen despite the soundproofing of the office.
He pointed to the couch.
“Sit,” he commanded. “Legs up, skirt up.”
Despite my unwavering obedience to his instruction that I wear my panties over my suspenders, when he allowed me panties, Joseph liked to fuck me with my underwear still on.
Once he had covered the distance between his desk and where I sat, humiliatingly exposing myself, he lowered his trousers and briefs, tugged the soaking gusset of my panties aside, and plunged deeply into me.
Each thrust was powerful and relentless, driving me to the edge of pleasure and pain. His hands closed around my waist, holding my vagina in place for his enjoyment. My body ached from the constant use, but the soreness only heightened my arousal, making me more needy, more desperate for his touch. I closed my eyes, whimpering at every surge of his manhood, clinging to my knees, trying to open myself even more fully.
“Look at me,” Joseph commanded. My eyes flew open as if he had touched me with the compliance wand, though I hadn’t seen it since the day I had kissed the junior executives’ cocks. I looked into my master’s piercing eyes, seeing his pleasure in me, the value he put on me that only grew with every degradation.
“This is a tight little cunt,” he growled, making me clench, making me start to come just at the sound of his voice. “I like fucking it. Who does this little cunt belong to?”
“You, sir,” I sobbed. “You.”
After work, like every evening since our dinner at Saint L’O and the defloration of my anus, Joseph’s limo awaited us. The ride to his high-rise apartment was spent in silence on my part, generally, as Joseph usually checked in with Cathy to button up the day.
Once inside, we nearly always dined on expensive takeout. Joseph delighted in introducing my innocent palate to new tastes. The exquisite flavors of all the different ethnic cuisines inflamed my senses, as if my master meant to ready me, tune my body for the forbidden, ambiguous pleasures he drew from my helpless body afterward.
“Strip,” he ordered once we’d finished, his voice brooking no dissent.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my hands trembling slightly as I undressed beside the big, polished oak table, revealing the lacy lingerie he’d chosen for me that morning.
Joseph had taken me to a boutique the previous Saturday, and accompanied me to the dressing room as if that were a completely natural thing to do, so he could watch me try on the lacy things he clearly liked best. We had left with several bra-and-panty sets, a teddy, and a babydoll nightgown. He generally worked through the weekend and left me to my own devices, but that night he had made me wear three different outfits and fucked me hard in each one.
“Black suits you best, I think,” he said, his eyes raking over my body with satisfaction. He had given me white, purple, and a new red set, as well as the black, and he enjoyed evaluating the effects of the different styles and colors on the curves of my body. “On the bed. Offer your adorable little ass in those naughty panties.”
He approached as he did almost every night and stripped the delicate fabric down to my knees. He lubed my anus with practiced ease. The cool gel made me shiver, and then he was behind me, entering me slowly, claiming me completely.
“May I play with myself, sir?” I moaned, the discomfort bringing tears to my eyes as his massive shaft stretched my little bottom much too full. Joseph made me wear a butt plug on Sundays to train me to take him more submissively, but it still hurt when he used me that way.
“Not tonight,” he told me, his voice hoarse with his pleasure, his demanding rhythm in my anus continuing. “You came this afternoon… you little whore… and we have… an important meeting tomorrow… I want you… needy.”