MasukThe thick toy stretched me open, pressing into muscles that had never been touched before. Pain and heat shot through me all at once, my fingers clutching the desk hard enough to hurt.
“Still so tight,” he growled, slowly twisting it deeper. “Your little virgin pussy can barely take it.”
“F-Fuck… it hurts,” I cried out, my body tensing around the intrusion.
He paused, stroking my thigh with his free hand, his eyes locked on mine. “Relax and breathe, let your body open for me.”
I sucked in shaky breaths, my walls clenching, but little by little I adjusted. The burn gave way to an ache… and then to a strange, intoxicating fullness.
“Yesss,” he hissed, sliding it deeper until the base pressed against me. “Look at that, your tight cunt swallowing the whole toy.”
He turned the vibrator back on, and the moment the buzz hit inside me, my back arched violently.
“Ahhhh! Ohhh god!” I screamed, my hands flying to my stomach as the vibrations tore through my core. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt, pain mixed with unbearable pleasure, building higher and higher.
He thrust the toy in and out, slow at first, then harder, watching me squirm on his desk. My breasts bounced with every thrust, my nipples still swollen and sensitive from his earlier torment.
“You’re dripping all over my desk,” he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. “Such a dirty little slut, moaning on a toy like this.”
“F-Fuck… I can’t… oh god!” My body convulsed again, pleasure exploding through me, another orgasm crashing down harder than the first. My pussy clenched around the vibrator, juices gushing, soaking my thighs and dripping onto the polished wood.
He kept fucking me with it until I was a trembling mess, my legs spread wide, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Finally, he pulled the toy out with a wet pop, holding it up, slick and glistening with my release.
He smirked, leaning close to whisper in my ear. “That was just a taste, Maya.
My body was still twitching from the violent orgasm, my heart beating fast, sweat dripping down my skin. I thought maybe he’d stop, maybe that was it for tonight but Mr. Williams wasn’t done with me, not even close.
He tossed the soaked vibrator onto the desk, his eyes burning with hunger. “Get up,” he growled.
My shaky legs barely obeyed as he grabbed me and spun me around, bending me over the desk. My breasts pressed flat against the cold wood, my ass pushed up, legs spread wide. I gasped, my hands scrambling for balance.
“Sir—”
“Quiet,” he cut me off.
Then I felt it, his cock, thick and heavy, sliding between my soaked folds. He rubbed the head against my pussy, smearing my wetness over his length.
“You’re dripping, little one,” he rasped, grinding against my entrance. “Begging for me, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
I whimpered, pressing my forehead to the desk. “It’s too big… it won’t fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit.” His voice was dark and merciless. He pressed harder, the thick head stretching my virgin pussy.
“Ahhh—!” I cried out, pain shooting through me as he pushed past the tight barrier. My nails dug into the desk, my body trembling.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, holding my hips tight. “So tight, so fucking tight. This virgin cunt is mine now.”
Tears pricked my eyes, the burn was intense but he didn’t slow. Inch by inch, he shoved deeper, splitting me open until I felt impossibly full.
“Sir… it hurts,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
“Breathe, Maya,” he ordered, pulling back slightly, then slamming in harder. “Take it like a good girl.”
My body clenched around him, the sting slowly giving way to pleasure. My moans filled the office, raw and uncontrollable.
He thrust into me rough and fast, the desk shaking under us, papers scattering to the floor. His hips slapped against my ass, each thrust driving me deeper into the wood.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, yanking my hair to arch my back, making my breasts bounce against the desk. “This pussy was made to be fucked.”
“Ahhh! Oh god!” I screamed, caught between pain and pleasure, my body breaking under his relentless rhythm.
“Say it,” he growled in my ear. “Say you’re mine.”
“I-I’m yours!” I cried, tears streaming down my face, my pussy clenching tight around him.
“That’s right,” he snarled, pounding into me harder. “This virgin pussy belongs to me now.”
The mixture of pain, fullness and forbidden pleasure sent me spiraling. My body convulsed, my walls tightening violently around his cock as another orgasm ripped through me, even stronger than before.
“Fuuuuck!” I screamed, shaking uncontrollably, juices gushing down my thighs.
He groaned, slamming in deep, his cock swelling inside me. “Take my cum, slut.”
With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot, thick release deep inside my pussy. I gasped at the warmth, my body twitching as I felt him fill me completely.
When he finally pulled out, cum dripped down my thighs, pooling onto the desk below. My legs gave out and I collapsed against the wood, utterly ruined.
Mr. Williams smirked, zipping up his trousers as he looked down at me trembling on his desk.
“Get used to it, Maya,” he said darkly. “Because this was only the beginning.”
The stretch burned, my walls clenching around the sudden invasion. I cried out, sharp and involuntary, the sound echoing off the boardroom walls. He didn’t pause, didn’t let me adjust. His hips snapped forward in a brutal rhythm…pounding, relentless, each thrust slamming into my pussy with enough force to jolt my body against their holds.My breasts bounced with every impact, nipples grazing my own thighs in the folded position. The angle let him hit impossibly deep, grinding against my cervix on the downstroke. Pain blurred into pleasure, each brutal plunge sending shockwaves through me. I cried out again….louder, rawer as he picked up speed, skin slapping wetly against skin.“Fuck, you’re tight like this,” David growled, hands joining theirs on my legs, pressing down harder to keep me pinned. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto my stomach. His thrusts turned feral…short, vicious stabs that made my vision blur.Tears leaked from my eyes, mixing with the mascara streaks on my
Tears sprang to my eyes almost immediately. Saliva built fast, spilling from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin onto my breasts. I couldn’t control it. Every time he pulled back, I gasped wetly, only for him to drive in again, deeper, rougher.Jason knelt beside me now, one hand cupping my breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me whimper around Kai’s cock. The vibration pulled a guttural groan from Kai’s chest.“That’s it,” Kai growled, both hands in my hair now, using it like reins. “Take it. All of it.”He held me down…fully seated, throat convulsing around him, for one second, two, three. My chest burned for air. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it, he yanked me off with a wet, obscene pop. I coughed, gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock.But he didn’t give me time to recover. He pushed back in immediately, harder this time, setting a brutal rhythm. The room filled with the sounds
Behind me, I heard the crinkle of a foil packet….someone was prepared, always. Then Kai was at my side, fingers threading through my hair, tilting my head toward him. His cock was free now, thick and flushed, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He didn’t speak, just guided himself to my lips. I opened for him eagerly, tongue swirling around the head, tasting salt and heat. He groaned, hips rocking gently as I took him deeper.At the same moment, I felt David’s hands on my hips, positioning me. The blunt pressure of his cock at my entrance made me moan around Kai's length. David pushed in slowly…one long, steady thrust that stretched me perfectly, filling my pussy until I felt impossibly full. My back arched, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the table.Jason moved into my line of sight, stroking himself lazily as he watched. His free hand reached under me, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it in tight, firm strokes that matched David’s slow rhythm….deep, measured thrusts t
It wasn’t loud, but the command in it made my body obey before my mind caught up. I rose on unsteady legs, the chair rolling back with a soft thud against the floor. The three of them watched me like I was the only thing in the room worth looking at.Kai stood up first, moving behind me. His hands settled on my hips, pulling me back until I felt the hard line of his cock pressing against my ass through his slacks. He didn’t grind, just held me there, letting me feel how much he wanted this. His lips brushed my ear. “You’ve been driving us crazy in those skirts for months, Em.”Jason stepped in front of me, close enough that his chest brushed my breasts. He reached for the top button of my blouse, pausing to meet my eyes. I didn’t stop him. One button, then another, the silk parting slowly. Cool air kissed my skin as he exposed the lace of my bra, pale blue, sheer enough that my nipples showed dark and tight beneath it.David moved to the side, watching with that same controlled intens
I started working on my laptop, more for something to do with my hands than because I actually intended to work. The screen glowed softly, casting blue light across the table. Kai leaned over my shoulder under the pretense of looking at the spreadsheet, his breath was warm against my ear.“Row 47 is off by about three percent,” he murmured, but his eyes weren’t on the numbers. They were on the small gap between the buttons of my blouse where the silk had pulled tight when I sat down. I felt the heat of his gaze like a fingertip tracing skin.Across the table, Jason spun lazily in his chair, one foot propped on the edge of a seat. “We could fix that discrepancy,” he said, voice casual, “or we could admit we’re all too fried to care about decimals right now.” His grin was crooked, playful, but his eyes flicked down to my legs when he thought I wasn’t watching.David remained at the head of the table, silent, watching everything. He loosened his tie completely now, pulling it free and dr
Emily The fluorescent lights hummed overhead like a swarm of angry bees, casting a sterile glow over the rows of cubicles that stretched out like a labyrinth of corporate drudgery. It was well past eight, and the office had emptied out hours ago, leaving behind the faint scent of stale coffee and printer toner. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the strain from staring at the spreadsheet on my screen for what felt like eternity. Numbers blurred together…projections, budgets, quarterly reports. As the junior analyst in the finance department, I was the one stuck with the grunt work, especially on a Friday night when everyone else had bolted for happy hour or home.My name is Emily, and at twenty-five, I'd convinced myself that this job at Sterling & Associates was a stepping stone. Climb the ladder, pay off student loans, maybe snag a promotion before thirty. But tonight, the ladder felt more like a treadmill. The boss, Mr. Williams, had dropped a last-minute bombshell: "Emily, we need those







