The CEO’s Forbidden Intern Part 3

My legs were still shaking from the last orgasm when Mr. Kane finally stepped back, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs, still half-hard, glistening with our mixed cum and my slick. The office smelled like sex, sweat, pussy juice, and that thick, musky scent of his load leaking out of me.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me upright, my skirt falling back down but doing nothing to hide the mess running down my inner thighs. My thong was ruined, stretched, soaked, clinging uselessly to one side. He looked at me like I was his favorite new toy, eyes dark and hungry.

“On the couch,” he ordered, nodding toward the leather sectional in the corner of his office. “Ass up, face down. Knees wide. I want that pretty little asshole presented.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I obeyed instantly, crawling onto the cool leather, arching my back so my ass lifted high. The position spread me open, pussy lips puffy and red, still dripping his cum, tight pucker winking in the dim light from the city outside.

He knelt behind me, big hands spreading my cheeks wider. I felt the heat of his breath first, then his tongue dragging slowly and deliberately from my dripping slit all the way up to my asshole.

I moaned into the cushion, hips jerking. “Fuck… sir…”

“Quiet,” he growled against my skin. “You’re gonna take every filthy thing I give you tonight.”

He licked again, slower this time, circling my puckered hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing the rim without pushing in. My asshole clenched instinctively, hungry for more. He chuckled low, the vibration making me whimper.

“Look at this tight virgin ass twitching for my tongue. You love being dirty, don’t you? Love knowing your boss is about to eat your asshole like it’s dessert.”

“Yes… God, yes,” I gasped. “Please… lick it deeper.”

He rewarded me by flattening his tongue and pressing harder, swirling wet circles around the ring before finally dipping inside, just the tip, fluttering. I cried out, pushing back against his face, desperate for him to fuck my ass with his tongue.

He gripped my hips to hold me still, then dove in properly, tongue spearing past the resistance, sliding in and out in shallow thrusts. Wet sounds filled the room as he tongue-fucked my asshole, saliva mixing with the cum still leaking from my pussy. Every few strokes he pulled back to lap at my dripping cunt, scooping up his own load with his tongue and dragging it up to smear over my hole.

“Fuck, you taste like sin,” he muttered between licks. “My cum in your pussy, my spit in your ass. You’re gonna be so loose for me by the time I’m done.”

I was shaking, nipples scraping the leather, clit throbbing untouched. “Please… touch my pussy… let me cum again…”

“Not yet.” He slapped my ass hard, once on each cheek, making me yelp. “You cum when I say. Right now you’re just my little anal slut getting her hole worshipped.”

He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking me with it in steady rhythm while one hand slid under me to pinch my swollen clit, light flicks, never enough to push me over. I sobbed into the couch, hips grinding back shamelessly, chasing more.

Then he pulled his tongue out completely, leaving my asshole slick and gaping slightly. I whined at the loss.

“Beg,” he commanded.

“Please, sir… eat my ass again. Tongue-fuck it. Make it yours. I need it so bad…”

He growled in approval and attacked… tongue plunging deep, swirling, thrusting while his fingers finally sank into my pussy, three thick ones this time, stretching me wide. He curled them against my G-spot, pumping fast, while his thumb pressed against my clit.

The dual assault broke me.

I came screaming, pussy spasming around his fingers, asshole pulsing against his invading tongue. Fresh slick gushed out, soaking his hand, dripping onto the leather. My whole body convulsed, vision blurring, nipples so hard they hurt.

He didn’t stop. Kept tongue-fucking my ass through the aftershocks, kept fingering my oversensitive cunt until I was whimpering, begging him to mercy.

Finally he pulled back, lips shiny, chin dripping. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flipped me onto my back.

“Look at you,” he rasped, stroking his now rock-hard cock slowly. “Face flushed, tits heaving, pussy leaking, asshole shiny from my tongue. Perfect little fucktoy.”

He straddled my chest, knees on either side, cock hovering over my face. Precum beaded at the slit.

“Open.”

I did. He fed me his cock, slow at first, letting me taste myself and his spit on him, then deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

“Suck it clean while I decide if your ass gets my fingers next… or if I’m gonna make you finger it yourself while I watch.”

I moaned around his thickness, sucking eagerly, tongue swirling, already aching for whatever filthy thing came next.