เข้าสู่ระบบThe office is dark except for the single lamp on his desk.Everyone else left over an hour ago. The building sits quiet in that heavy late-night way that makes every sound feel dangerous. My wrists are still locked behind my back. I have been naked for three hours. My thighs shine with how wet I am. My nipples ache from how many times he has walked past and pinched them just to watch me jump.Elliot sits in his chair like a king, watching me kneel between his legs where he ordered me.“Open your mouth.”I do.He feeds me his cock. Thick. Heavy on my tongue. The taste of him—skin and salt and the faint trace of my own wetness from earlier—makes me moan around the shaft. He hisses through his teeth and fists my hair.“That’s it. Take it. Show me how badly you want to be fucked.”I suck. Bob. Gag when he pushes deeper. Spit runs down my chin and drips onto my tits. He holds my head and fucks my face with short, controlled thrusts while I kneel there helpless, wrists locked, cunt throbbin
Three days later I’m still wet every time I walk into his office.I stopped wearing a bra after the first day, exactly as he told me. The thin white blouses cling to my nipples the second the air conditioning hits them. He notices every time. He always notices.Today the door is already open when I arrive. He’s standing at the window with his back to me, phone pressed to his ear, talking in that low, controlled voice he uses with clients. I close the door behind me. The lock clicks.He ends the call without turning around.“Lock it properly.”I turn the deadbolt. The sound is final.He turns. Looks at me the way he always does now, like he’s already decided what I’m going to do for him and is simply waiting for me to catch up. His eyes drop to my chest. My nipples are hard against the fabric. No bra. Just like he ordered.“Come here.”I walk to his desk on legs that feel too light. My heart slams against my ribs. The skirt feels tighter than it should. The space between my thighs is a
The elevator doors open on the thirty-second floor and the air shifts the moment I step into it. Cool. Quiet. Expensive. The kind of quiet that turns every small sound into something that feels too loud.I walk out in the black pencil skirt and white blouse my father insisted on. “Look professional, Claire. You’re representing the family name.” He said it the way he always does, like a quiet threat. As if the name still carries weight after Mom left and the house almost went with her.The receptionist barely looks up from her screen. “Mr. Voss is expecting you. Corner office.”Of course it is.I move down the long hallway. My heels click against the marble, each step sounding sharper than it should. Dad’s oldest friend. His personal attorney for twenty years. The man who sat at our dinner table the Christmas after Mom left. The man who signed the papers that kept the house from foreclosure. The man who is now my boss for the summer because Dad decided I needed “real experience” instead
**Chapter 4: MY BULLY AND THE BOY WHO USED TO LAUGH AT ME FINALLY USE ME TOGETHER**Jordan’s cock is still heavy on my tongue when Avery decides the hour is almost up.She pulls her fingers away from my clit at the last second, leaving me aching and empty, then looks at the clock on the wall.“Door stays mostly closed. If anyone walks past they hear quiet. That means both of you keep the noise down. Jordan—sit in the teacher’s chair. She rides. I want to watch her take it.”Jordan moves like he has been waiting for the order. He sits in Mr. Kellerman’s chair, trousers open, cock still wet from my mouth. Avery helps me off the desk, turns me around, and guides me backward until I am straddling his lap. The uniform skirt is still bunched at my waist. My underwear is gone. She reaches between us, wraps her hand around him, and lines him up with my entrance.“Slow,” she tells me. “I want to see it stretch you.”I sink down.The first inch forces a broken sound out of my throat. He is thic
**Chapter 3: SHE MAKES ME STAY AFTER AGAIN AND THIS TIME SOMEONE ELSE IS WATCHING**I barely sleep.Every time I close my eyes I feel her fingers inside me and the way she forced me to look at her while I came. By morning my body is still humming and the ordinary hallway noise of the school feels sharper than usual. Avery finds me at my locker before first period. She does not speak. She simply reaches past me, hooks one finger in the collar of my blouse, and pulls it down just far enough to show the faint bruise her mouth left on the upper curve of my breast. Then she lets the fabric snap back and walks away like nothing happened.The message is clear.Detention is no longer optional. It is scheduled.When the final bell rings I go straight to Mr. Kellerman’s classroom without being told. He looks surprised to see me, then irritated, then resigned. Avery is already in her usual seat. He gives us the same speech as yesterday—door stays open, he will be in the department office—and lea
**Chapter 2: MY BULLY KEEPS HER HAND ON MY THROAT AND MAKES ME ADMIT HOW WET I AM**Avery’s thumb keeps moving across my nipple through the thin bra.The classroom is so quiet I can hear the soft scrape of her boot against the tile every time she shifts her weight. Her knee is still pressed between my thighs, holding them open. The hand on my throat stays light but constant, a reminder that she can tighten it whenever she wants. My blouse is open to the third button. Cool air from the hallway drifts across the skin she has exposed.“Breathe,” she says. “You’re starting to look like you might pass out and I haven’t even done anything yet.”I force a breath in. It shakes on the way out. Avery watches my face with that same sharp, assessing look she uses right before she says something cruel in front of other people. Only now there is no audience. Just the two of us and the open door that suddenly feels much farther away than it is.She pops another button.The blouse falls fully open. M
My phone rings on the table beside me.Mom’s name flashes on the screen.Marcus doesn’t stop.He’s got me bent over the table again, cock buried deep in my dripping pussy, fucking me with steady, powerful strokes.“Answer it,” he growls, hand tightening around my throat just enough to make me dizzy
CHAPTER 2He’s so big.Marcus’s thick cock stretches my pussy wider than anything I’ve ever felt. He’s only halfway in and I already feel full, walls fluttering around him desperately.“Fuck, princess… you’re gripping me so tight. Such a good little schoolgirl cunt.”I’m still bent over the table,
CHAPTER 2By Day Three, I had grown bolder. I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course. Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my
I Can’t Stop Fantasizing About My Straight Boss’s PussyI had been losing my mind for exactly twenty-nine days. Ever since Elena Voss hired me as her personal secretary, I've stayed soaked at my desk every single morning. She was thirty-one. Tall, with sharp cheekbones and those striking ice-blu







