His office plaything(1)

Maya

My life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Every time I thought I’d hit rock bottom, life found another way to drag me deeper. Losing my mom had left a wound I wasn’t sure would ever heal, and just when I thought I couldn’t take more pain, my boss decided to give me an option: either I spread my legs for him… or lose my job.

It sounded unreal but it was my reality.

The worst part? I was still a virgin. I had guarded that part of myself like a treasure, promising I’d only give it away when I was married, when it meant something. Now, all those promises and dreams seemed laughable. Either I sacrificed the last thing I thought I had control over or I lost the job that was barely holding my life together.

I sat on the edge of the bed in my best friend’s cramped room, staring blankly at the peeling wallpaper. This wasn’t even my place, I’d sold my own apartment to cover my mom’s hospital bills, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d survive but she didn’t. Life took her anyway, and left me broke, homeless and at the mercy of everyone else’s kindness.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t notice when the door creaked open.

“Girl, what are you sulking about now?” My best friend’s voice pulled me back. She flopped onto the bed beside me with her usual confidence, crossing her legs like she owned the world.

I glanced at her, lips pressed tight. “Work problem.”

Her eyebrow arched. “What kind of work problem?”

I hesitated for a second, then the truth spilled out. “I have to fuck my boss or lose my job.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, then a smirk curved her lips. “Damn. So he finally said it?”

I turned to her fully, shocked. “Wait…what do you mean ‘finally’?”

“Oh, come on, Maya.” She rolled her eyes. “The way that man looks at you, it was only a matter of time before he put his offer on the table and honestly…” she leaned closer, her shoulder brushing mine, “it’s not the worst deal in the world.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Not the worst deal? Are you kidding me? I’m talking about losing my virginity to a man I don’t even like, just to keep a paycheck.”

Instead of sympathy, she smiled and leaned even closer until I could feel her breath against my cheek. “You’ve been clinging to that virginity like it’s some holy relic, maybe it’s time to stop guarding it and start using it.”

Her hand slid across my thigh, sowly.

You might think I should have pushed her away, but the truth is, I didn’t. From the first night I’d stayed here, she had made her conditions clear. If I wanted to crash at her place, I had to let her touch me. At first, I told myself it was humiliating, degrading, that I was only agreeing because I had nowhere else to go but somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending and I started enjoying it.

She kissed me, soft at first, then harder, her lips demanding mine. Her hand slid up my shirt, her fingers finding my breast and squeezing firmly.

“Finally,” she whispered against my lips as her thumb brushed over my nipple, making me shiver. “You’re about to lose that precious virginity you’ve been hiding behind for so long. That pussy of yours will finally know what it feels like to be fucked.”

My breath hitched. “I… I haven’t agreed yet,” I managed, even though my voice sounded weak and unconvincing. “I’m still thinking about it.”

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her smirk widening. “What’s there to think about, girl? You either fuck him and keep your job, or you walk away broke. Unless you’ve got some secret plan to turn your life around overnight, I don’t see many options.”

I shook my head. “No, but I—”

“No buts,” she cut me off sharply, her tone firm. “Stop overthinking and stop whining. You already know what you’re going to do.”

Her fingers pinched my nipple, making me gasp, then slid down my stomach, moving dangerously close to where my thighs pressed together.

“And right now,” she whispered, her voice dripping with hunger, “you’re going to open those legs and let me suck that pussy.”

I opened my legs wider for her, heat already flooding my body. She leaned down between them, her breath hot against my thighs as her fingers pushed my lace panties aside. The cool air hit my wetness, and then…her tongue.

She started teasing me, licking me, barely touching my clit, just enough to make me shiver.

“Fuck…” I moaned, my back arching against the mattress.

She hummed, like she was savoring my taste, then pressed her tongue deeper, flicking me with practiced strokes. My hands tangled in her hair before I even realized it, pulling her closer.

“Y-Yeah… fuck,” I gasped, pushing her head down harder. “Suck me harder.”

She obeyed, her mouth sealing around my clit, sucking with wet, greedy slurps that made me cry out. I could feel every nerve in my body come alive, my hips rocking against her face.

She pulled back just for a second, her lips shiny, her eyes dark and wild. “You naughty bitch,” she whispered, her finger sliding over my slit. “You’re dripping wet already. You like me eating this pussy, don’t you?”

I bit my lip, but the moan slipped out anyway. “Y-Yes… don’t stop.”

Her grin widened before she buried her mouth back into me, her tongue thrusting deep, then circling my clit again, harder and faster. I grabbed the sheets with one hand, her hair with the other, my whole body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure built inside me.

Her tongue drove me wild, licking and sucking like she owned my pussy. I could barely breathe, my body jerking with every stroke but then her hand slid up, cupping my breast, squeezing it roughly through my shirt.

“Ohhh…fuck,” I gasped, arching into her touch.

She pushed my shirt up, baring me, then her fingers pinched my nipple. I cried out, my hips moving against her mouth.

“Mm, you taste so fucking good,” she murmured against me before diving back in, her tongue circling my clit while her fingers rolled my nipples.

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was moan and whimper, lost in the fire building inside me.

She crawled up my body for a moment, sucking one of my nipples into her mouth while her hand slid down to rub my soaked slit with quick and dirty strokes.

“Yesss,” I moaned, clutching her shoulders, my head falling back. “Suck my tits… oh god, don’t stop…”

She moved between my breasts, biting gently, licking and sucking hard until my nipples were stiff and throbbing. Then she slid back down, her mouth finding my clit again, sucking it like she wanted to drink me dry.

“Fuck! Fuck! I can’t—” My voice broke into moans as the pressure inside me exploded.

My body shook uncontrollably, legs clamping around her head as my orgasm crashed over me. “Ohh fuck..Ana..”I screamed her name, my nails digging into her scalp, my whole body spasming as hot, wet release flooded out of me.

She didn’t stop, she licked me through every wave, her greedy tongue, sucking me until I was crying from the pleasure.

Finally, she pulled back again, a wicked smile on her face. She crawled up my trembling body, kissing me deeply, making me taste myself on her tongue.

“See, Maya?” she whispered against my lips. “Your pussy was made to be fucked and now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no going back.”

I was still panting, my heart was racing, sweat damp on my skin. My nipples ached from her mouth, my thighs trembled from release and yet… I already wanted more.