Chapter 3: The Bigger , The Better

I stood in front of the mirror fixing my shirt. It was too tight on purpose. The white fabric stretched across my chest so hard the buttons looked ready to pop. The top two were already open. My tits sat high and full, the soft skin of my cleavage showing every time I breathed. The black skirt was short and hugged my ass so tight I had to tug it down after every step.

Derick walked in and stopped dead.

His eyes went straight to my chest, then lower.

“Fuck, Maya…” He came up behind me and put both hands on my waist. His palms slid up slowly until he was cupping my tits through the tight shirt. He squeezed them and groaned. “You’re really going to work like this?”

I felt his cock get hard against my ass. He pressed closer and kissed the side of my neck. One hand dropped and started pulling my skirt up.

“We still have time,” he muttered. His fingers found the edge of my panties. “Let me just—”

My phone rang on the dresser.

I looked at the screen.

Mr. Grant.

I answered while Derick’s hand was still under my skirt.

“Yes, sir?”

“Come in early.” His voice was calm and low. “Right now.”

He hung up.

Derick’s hand froze. “Who was that?”

“Work.” I pulled my skirt back down and stepped away from him. “I have to go.”

He stared at me, still hard, breathing fast. “Maya—”

I grabbed my bag and left before he could say anything else.

In the car I kept thinking about him. I had loved Derick enough to leave my family’s money. I chose the small apartment and the bills and the cheap dinners because I thought love was enough. But my body didn’t feel like mine anymore. It stayed empty no matter how many times he fucked me. I needed to be stretched. I needed to feel sore. I needed the heavy cock that had filled me so deep two nights ago that I still felt it when I walked.

Mr. Grant’s office door was half open when I arrived. He sat behind the desk, watching me walk in. His eyes moved slowly over the tight shirt and the short skirt.

He stood up and closed the door behind me. The lock clicked.

He walked around me in a slow circle without saying a word. I felt his eyes on my ass, then on the open top of my shirt.

“Stay still.”

He stopped in front of me. His fingers went to the next button and opened it. Then the next. My shirt fell open. My tits were bare under the thin bra. He reached up and pulled the cups down so everything spilled out.

He leaned in and dragged his tongue right between my tits. Slow. Wet. From the bottom of my cleavage all the way up to the base of my throat. He did it again, slower, tasting my skin. My nipples got hard against the air.

He opened his pants. His thick cock sprang out, already hard and heavy. He pushed it between my tits and used both hands to press them together around it. The hot length rubbed up and down the soft valley. Every time he thrust, the head popped out the top near my mouth.

“Spit,” he said.

I spat on the head. The spit ran down and made everything slick. He kept fucking my tits, slow and dirty, watching the head appear and disappear. I looked down and watched with him.

After a while he pulled back and pushed me to my knees with one hand on my shoulder.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth. He laid his heavy cock on my tongue but didn’t push in. Instead he lifted it and held it against my face.

“Lick my balls.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue over the soft skin. I took one ball into my mouth and sucked it gently, feeling the weight on my tongue. Then the other. I licked underneath them slowly, back and forth, while his cock rested against my cheek. He kept one hand in my hair, not forcing, just holding me there.

“More. Get them wet.”

I kept licking. I sucked each one again. I ran my tongue all around them until they shone with my spit. His cock twitched against my face the whole time.

He finally let me take the head into my mouth. I sucked it slowly, tasting the skin, while my hand stroked the thick shaft. He didn’t let me go deep yet. He just watched me work the tip with my tongue, circling it, licking the slit, kissing it.

When he pulled me off, a string of spit connected my lips to his cock.

He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of his desk. He pushed my skirt higher and pulled my panties to the side. His fingers slid through my folds. I was already soaked.

He rubbed my clit in slow circles while he watched my face.

“You’ve been thinking about this cock, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”I did not feel shame 

He pushed one thick finger inside me, then a second. He fucked me with them slowly, curling them, while his thumb kept rubbing my clit. My hips started moving on their own.

“Look at how wet you are.” He pulled his fingers out and showed me the shine. Then he pushed them back in deeper.

He kept finger-fucking me until my legs started shaking. Every time I got close he slowed down. He did it again and again until I was breathing hard and gripping the edge of the desk.

“Please,” I whispered.

He smiled a little and pulled his fingers out. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my soaked entrance, coating it, pressing just the tip in and then pulling back.

“Not yet.”

He kept rubbing, teasing, letting me feel how wide the head was without giving it to me. My pussy clenched around nothing. I tried to push forward but he held my hip still.

“Beg properly.”

“Please… I need it. I need your cock inside me.”

He leaned in, still rubbing the head against me, and spoke right against my mouth.

“You’re going to stay late every night from now on. You’re going to take this cock whenever I want. And when you go home to that boy, you’ll still be full of me. Understand?”

“Yes—please—”

He kept the head right there, pressing, almost pushing in, but not quite.

My whole body was shaking.

He looked down between us, watching the thick tip kiss my entrance over and over.

“Soon,” he said. “But not yet.”

He kept the thick head right there, rubbing it up and down my soaked entrance, pressing just enough to stretch me a little and then pulling back.

“Please,” I said again. “I can’t take it anymore.”

He looked at me for a second longer. Then he pushed in.

One long, slow thrust. The thick head forced me open and kept going, inch after heavy inch, until his hips met mine and I was completely full. The stretch burned. It was so much more than Derick. My mouth fell open and a broken sound came out of me.

He stayed still for a moment, deep inside, letting me feel every bit of him.

Then he started moving.

Deep, steady strokes at first. Every time he pulled back I felt the drag of his cock along my walls, and every time he pushed back in I felt the heavy stretch all over again. The desk creaked under us. My tits bounced with every thrust.

He gripped my thighs and spread them wider so he could get even deeper.

“Fuck, look at this cunt taking me,” he muttered. “So fucking greedy.”

He sped up. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the office. Skin slapped against skin. I held onto the edge of the desk and took every thrust.

The first orgasm hit hard. My pussy clenched tight around him and my legs shook. I cried out and tried to close my thighs but he held them open and kept fucking me through it.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked me harder, deeper, until a second orgasm ripped through me even stronger than the first. My whole body jerked. Wetness spilled out around his cock and ran down onto the desk.

Still he kept going.

He leaned over me, one hand around my throat, the other gripping my tit, and pounded into me until I came a third time with a broken moan. My vision blurred. My pussy kept twitching around him.

Only then did he bury himself all the way in and come.

I felt every thick pulse. Hot cum flooding me deep while he stayed locked inside, hips pressed tight against mine. He kept his cock there even after the last spurt, filling me completely, not pulling out.

I lay on the desk under him, breathing hard, still stretched wide around his cock. His cum was already leaking out around the base.

My mind went to Derick.

I thought about the way he had looked at me this morning when I left him hard and wanting. I thought about the soft way he always fucked me. I thought about how I used to believe that was enough.

Now I had another man’s cock still buried inside me and I didn’t want it to leave.

Mr. Grant stayed there a little longer, deep and heavy, like he was making sure I felt every drop.

Then he finally spoke against my ear.

“You’re not going home tonight.”