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Daddy’s Office Punishment (part 5)
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2026-08-14 15:58:47I broke with a loud, shattered moan, cunt clamping down hard, pulsing and gushing around him. My arms wrapped around his neck as I shook, still trying to keep moving even while the orgasm tore through me. Richard groaned like the feeling of me coming undone on him was too much. He fucked up into me through every wave, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.
But he still wasn’t finished.
He lifted me off his cock just long enough to turn me around so my back was against his chest. Then he pulled me down again, sinking back into me in one smooth thrust from behind. The new angle made me cry out. He spread my knees wide on either side of his thighs, opening me completely, and started thrusting up into me in deep, powerful strokes.
One of his hands gripped my throat — not hard, just enough to tilt my head back against his shoulder. The other hand reached down and rubbed my swollen clit again.
“You’re going to give me one more,” he said against my ear, voice rough and dark. “Right here. With the city watching. With my cock buried in this greedy cunt. And you’re going to thank me when I fill you.”
“Yes—yes Daddy—thank you—ahh nnngh—thank you for fucking me—”
He fucked me harder. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. My moans turned high and continuous, almost sobbing with how good it felt and how much I still needed it. I could feel another orgasm building already — deeper, heavier, almost painful in its intensity.
“Daddy— I’m close again— I’m so close—”
“Come with me.”
His rhythm turned sharp and deep. “Come while I flood this pussy. Take every drop.”
I shattered first.
A long, broken cry left me as my cunt spasmed hard around his cock. The moment I started pulsing around him, Richard buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped into me in heavy pulses, so much that I felt it leaking out around him even while he was still coming. He kept grinding deep, locked inside, making sure every spurt stayed as far in as possible.
We stayed like that for a long time afterward — me sitting on his cock, back against his chest, both of us breathing hard. His hand was still loosely around my throat. The other rested low on my stomach, feeling the way I continued to flutter around him with aftershocks.
Slowly he lifted me off.
A thick rush of cum followed, spilling down my thighs and onto his lap. He looked at the mess, then reached down, gathered some on his fingers, and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without being asked, moaning softly around his fingers.
Richard turned my face toward him and kissed me — deep, slow, filthy. When he pulled back, his eyes were still dark with possession.
“Tomorrow night,” he said quietly. “You’re staying late again. And the night after that. You’re going to keep coming to this office soaked and desperate until I decide you’ve paid enough. And even then… I’m not giving this cunt up.”
I nodded, still trembling, still full of him, already aching for the next time he would lock the door and take me again.
Outside, the city kept glittering.
Inside, I remained on his lap, bare and marked and thoroughly claimed, the taste of his cum still on my tongue, the desperate need already starting to rebuild between my legs.
And I knew I would be here again tomorrow.
Exactly where he wanted me.
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