His Little Whore

“Sir, I don’t think this is appropriate.” i said, even though I didn’t want him to stop. He undid the next button.

      “Mr. Chris, I do-don’t think …” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he undid all the buttons on my shirt.

      Leaving me in a black bra and a skirt, he walked around his desk and sat in his chair, those devil eyes fixed on me. “Take off your clothes.”

      “Sir, I can’t. It-it’s not right.”

      “I said, take them off. Now.”

I unclipped my bra, watching my breasts fall out of it with ease and bounced slightly in front of him. I pushed my skirt down and crossed my arms over my chest to hide my body from him.

 He gazed down at my panties. “You’re not finished.”

After glancing behind me at the door to make sure it was closed, I stepped out of my panties and covered my body with my arms again.

“You’re sexy, Celene. Don’t cover your body.”

 He gave me a daring look, and I found myself instantly dropping my arms by my sides.

      He pushed out his seat a few feet, enough for me to see the bulge throbbing against his gray suit pants. “Do you like that?”

I squeezed my legs together and felt my nipples harden.

He tapped the edge of his desk. “Come here.”

When I sat on his desk, he forced my legs apart. I looked behind his desk, seeing for the first time how dark it really was outside.

It must’ve been way later than one p.m. when I finished that paperwork. With the lights being on, everyone outside could definitely see me up here in his office, naked.

The windows were all glass, and with it being a Friday night, everyone was out in the city.

 He trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, and I closed my eyes, taking in his touch, waiting for him to touch my clit. He stopped inches away and smirked up at me.

      “Touch yourself for me,” he said.

      My eyes went wide, and I shook my head. Fuck. I didn't know what it was about me that made this men feel it was ok to demand stuff like that from me. They probably knew I would do it too.

“Yes, Celene, you will.” He gave me a stern look. “Touch yourself.”

      I leaned back on one hand and placed my other hand on my core. Leaning back, he stroked himself through his pants as he watched me intently, his eyes never once leaving mine.

At the mere sight of him jerking himself off, I clenched and rubbed myself harder and faster, the pressure building up quickly.

      With my other fingers, I tugged on my nipple—hard. A surge of pleasure rushed through me, and I let out a small moan. He took two fingers, rubbed them against my wetness, and slipped them into me, almost immediately finding and massaging my G-spot.

I threw my head back and continued to play with my clit. The pleasure built up higher and higher.

Someone knocked on the office door. I pressed my legs together and covered my chest with my hands. I jumped up to get my clothes, but Mr. Chris pushed me back onto the desk.

He took his fingers out of me and brought them up to my lips.

 “You will stay here. Just like this,” he said without room for argument.

He stood and forced himself between my legs, pushing his fingers into my mouth. “Suck them.”

Instead of freaking out like I should’ve, I sucked his fingers into my mouth. He wouldn’t let anyone come into the room.

He was in the wrong just as much as I was. If someone found out that he was fucking his new employee, the investors in the company would throw him out, right?

 Someone knocked again.

 “Come in,” Mr. Chris said.

My eyes widened, and I went to jump back up, but he held me steady on the desk.

Was he serious? I was naked on his damn desk.

The door opened. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” Jared said. “I can come back another time.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jared. What do you need?”

  When I tried to pull his fingers out of my mouth, he held them there and pushed two fingers from his other hand into my pussy. I gasped as he began thrusting them in me, making my pussy make sloppy, wet sounds so loud that Jared could definitely hear them.

  “I just wanted to drop Celene’s paperwork off before I left,” he said, awkwardness laced in his voice. I didn’t dare look back at him, yet I heard him shuffle around and place paper on the desk behind me. “See you on Monday, sir.”

“What was that?!” I yelled at Chris when the door closed. Only daddy got to fuck me in front of people. Not my new boss who I barely knew. F'uck! Daddyist never find out about this. The punishment I would receive would just be too much to bear.

Chris just smirked at me and continued to thrust his fingers inside of me. He tugged on my nipple and rolled it around his thumb. “It was me relieving my stress from the day.”

“I don’t care about your stress.” Lie. “I’m done!” Another lie. “Get off of me.” Lie again.

My inner brattiness would get me punished hard one of these days, and I didn’t even know this man. Yet here he was, bringing that side of me out so damn easily that I knew I would never be able to leave.

This might’ve been my dream job as a girl, but it was really my dream job now.

 He pulled me off of the table, spun me around, and forced me against the window with the side of my face pressed up hard against it. He was right at my back, squeezing my breast in his hand.

“You’re done when I say you’re done,” he said huskily in my ear.

He pressed his cock against my backside, and I gasped as he thrust himself into me.

 “Sir,” I breathed out.

He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck and used my body for his pleasure. As he rubbed my clit with his other hand, he looked at me through the reflection in the window.

“All those people standing down on the street can see you fucking your boss. They can see how much of a slut you are,” he whispered into my ear.

      I moaned out as he thrust harder and harder inside me. The pressure built up more and more. His hand gripped my neck a little tighter as his fingers rubbed harder against my clit. The pressure tipped me over, and I moaned out as I released around him.

      “Fuck,” he groaned, spraying his hot cum all over my backside.

“Did you get your release for today, sir?” I asked.

He pushed me up harder against the window and smirked against my ear. “I did, Celene. I did.”