The CEO’s Office Slút(Part 3)

Emma’s chest pressed flat against the desk, her blouse hanging open, her tits squashed against the cool wood. She trembled, fingers clutching the edge while Mr. Carter kicked her legs wider.

“Good girl,” he muttered flipping her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were still pushed aside the thin fabric soaked through. He smacked her ass again, harder this time, watching it ripple.

“This round big ašs is mine the second you walked back in here.”

Emma whimpered, her face burning as he spread her cheeks apart exposing her pušsy glistening under the office lights.

“Look at this sloppy cúnt” he growled dragging the head of his cock along her slit.

“Wet, needy, just begging to be fucked.”

He shoved in without warning burying himself balls deep in one brutal thrust. Emma cried out, the sound echoing off the office walls. Papers scattered, a glass pen holder tipped over, clattering to the floor.

“Fuck tight as hell,” Mr. Carter groaned, gripping her hips

“You’ve been walking around this office in your little skirts, distracting me, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”

His hips snapped forward pounding her into the desk, every thrust sharp and merciless. Emma’s tits bounced against the wood, her cheek pressed flat, her moans muffled but desperate.

“Say it” he growled yanking her hair back so she was forced to look at her own reflection in the glass window.

“Say you’ll do anything to keep this job”

“I’ll do anything Mr. Carter!” she sobbed, her pussy clenching around him.

“Louder!” He slapped her big ašs again hard enough to leave a red handprint.

“I’ll do anything!”

“That’s right” he snarled fucking her harder, the wet slap of his balls hitting her echoing through the empty office.

“From now on this is part of your contract. When I want your mouth, I’ll take it. When I want your tits, I’ll suck them and when I want this pússy..” he slammed deep, making her scream

“…you’ll spread your legs and beg me for it.”

Emma moaned brokenly, humiliation and filthy pleasure clashing inside her. Every word made her wetter, every thrust pushed her further over the edge.

Each thrust drove Emma’s body forward her bréasts mashed against the desk, nípples dragging against the wood until they burned. Mr. Carter leaned over, one hand gripping her hair, the other reaching down to twist one stiff nípple between his fingers.

Emma squealed her back arching, the sting shooting straight to her pússy.

“Sensitive little slút” he muttered rolling the peak hard before yanking on it until she cried out.

“Your títs are mine too. These fat nipples are going to be sore every time you come to work”

He gave her breast another cruel pinch, then slapped her ass again one cheek, then the other, the sound sharp and loud. Red handprints bloomed across her pale skin.

“Fuck,” he groaned grinding deeper inside her. “I could spank this ass all night bunce it on my cóck while you cry for mercy. You’d still spread wider for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Carter!” Emma gasped her voice muffled against the desk.

He smirked grabbing her arms and yanking her up from the wood. Her back slammed into his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her. His hand wrapped tight around her throat forcing her to arch against him while his other hand twisted her nípple until her eyes watered.

“Look at you” he growled in her ear. “Bounced on my cock like a cheap whore, tits in my hand, throat under my fingers. This is what begging for a job looks like.”

Emma whimpered, her pússy clenching hard around him. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, mouth open, moans spilling out while he used her body like a doll.

He thrust upward now, lifting her onto his cóck making her bounce with each slam of his hips. His hand squeezed her títs roughly, pulling and twisting until she sobbed.

“You feel that?” he snarled, biting her shoulder. “Every inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you? You’re mine now. Your pússy, your tits, your job all mine.”

Her legs trembled, her body burning with humiliation and filthy pleasure, her nípples aching between his fingers, her ass stinging red from the spanking. And still, she couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop clenching around his cock.

Mr. Carter’s grip on her throat tightened, his breath hot against her ear as his hips pistoned upward bouncing her on his cóck. His other hand twisted her nípple cruelly, pulling until she sobbed.

“Pathetic little office slút,” he growled.

“You’re cumming for your boss, aren’t you? Getting off while I fuck you like a whore on company property.”

“N-no, sir..I…” Emma tried but her body betrayed her.

Her pussy clenched around him, soaking his cock, the wet sounds between them loud and filthy. Every thrust made her moan louder every sharp twist of her nípple made her shudder.

“Don’t lie to me” he hissed, smacking her ass hard enough to make her jolt on his cóck.

“Your cúnt’s squeezing the life out of me. Say it. Say you’re going to cúm for me.”

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed.

“I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!”

“That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside.

“Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job”

Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.

“Fuck yes” he groaned, grinding into her while she convulsed.

“That’s my good little slút. Orgasming for your paycheck like a desperate whore”

Tears streaked down Emma’s cheeks, her legs trembling as her orgasm tore through her, humiliating and raw. Mr. Carter smirked, still pounding her through it, his voice low and filthy in her ear

“You just came on my cock in your boss’s office. That means you’ll do anything I tell you from now on”

— TO BE CONTINUED —

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