The CEO’s Office Slút(Part 4)

Emma’s body sagged against him, still trembling from her orgasm but Mr. Carter didn’t let her rest. He kept her upright, cóck buried deep, one hand wrapped around her throat while the other yanked her títs roughly.

“Pathetic” he muttered twisting her nípple until she squealed.

“Cumming for your boss like a cheap slút. What would the others in this office say if they saw you bouncing on my cóck dripping down your thighs?”

Her face flamed. “Please… don’t…”

Smack! His palm cracked across her cheek, sharp enough to sting.

“Don’t what?” he growled.

“Don’t tell the truth? That you spread your legs for your paycheck?

That you’ll suck and fuck your boss whenever he snaps his fingers?”

Emma whimpered, humiliation flooding her, but her pússy clenched around him again betraying her.

Mr. Carter laughed darkly. “Look at you, your body fucking loves it. Getting slapped, spanked, used like a whore.

These tits…” he squeezed her bréast hard, then bent his head to bite down on her nipple until she cried out

“..these belong to me now. This big ass” another punishing slap made her jolt on his cóck “..this is mine too.”

He yanked her hair back forcing her to stare at her reflection in the office window. Her flushed face, tears streaking down, tits mauled in his hands, pússy stretched wide around his cóck .she looked ruined.

“See that?” he snarled. “That’s my little office slút. That’s who you are now nothing but a hóle for your boss to stick his díck”

Emma moaned brokenly, her reflection blurring with tears.

Mr. Carter shoved her back down over the desk, keeping his cóck buried deep. He leaned over her, pinning her with his weight, his hand pressed flat against the small of her back.

“Beg me to cúm in you” he demanded, his thrusts hard and brutal again.

“Beg me to mark you so every time you sit at your desk tomorrow, you’ll feel my cum leaking out.”

Mr. Carter yanked her back upright by her hair, spinning her around so she faced him. His cóck slid wetly from her pússy shining with her juices, thick and hard.

“On your knees” he barked.

Emma dropped breathless staring at his cóck right in front of her face. Her cheeks burned, her lipstick smeared, but her mouth opened without hesitation.

“That’s it,” he muttered, slapping his cock across her tits. “Hold them together.”

She pushed her big breasts tight, soft flesh wrapping his shaft as he shoved between them. The sight made him groan, cóck sliding up until the tip hit her chin.

“Fuck these títs were made to fuck. Look at you on your knees, bouncing my cóck between your fat slút tits. This what you’ll do every night for your job?”

“Yes Mr. Carter,” Emma panted, voice trembling but desperate. “I’ll do it every night. I’ll let you use my tits, my mouth, my pussy anything you want. Just give me my job back.”

He growled thrusting faster between her breasts, his cóck smearing precum over her chest.

“Dirty little slut,” he spat, slapping her face lightly with the head of his cock.

“Say it. Say you’re my office slut”

“I’m your office slút” she moaned sticking her tongue out to lick the tip when it reached her lips.

“Again.”

“I’m your office slút sir!”

His cock twitched and he shoved it deep into her mouth. She gagged, drool spilling down her chin as he held her head and fucked her throat ruthlessly. His balls slapped her chin, her eyes watering as she gagged around him.

“That’s right,” he snarled thrusting deep until her throat bulged.

“Choke on it. Your throat belongs to me now too. You’ll take cock in every hole if you want this job.”

Emma gagged and drooled, her tits bouncing under his thrusts, but her muffled moans told him everything she was loving it.When he finally pulled out, spit and precum smeared her chest and lips. He slapped his cóck against her cheek, making her flinch.

“Beg me for it,” he ordered. “Beg me to cúm all over you.”

Emma’s voice broke, filthy words spilling out as she clutched her tits around his cóck again.

“Please, Mr. Carter, cúm for me. Cover my tits, my face mark me. I want to wear your cúm all day. I want everyone in this office to smell it on me.”

His groan was a raw, primal sound ripped from his chest. It was the sound of a predator claiming its prey. Emma’s words, her filthy, desperate begging, had pushed him over the edge.

His cock jerked violently in the valley of her breasts. “Open your mouth,” he grunted, his voice strained.

Emma obeyed instantly, her head tilted back, her lips parted, her tongue outstretched in a silent offering. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, a perfect picture of submission.

The first hot, thick rope of cum striped across her face, hitting her cheek and her tongue. She flinched at the heat, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The second spurt landed across her other cheek, marking her. He aimed down, painting her neck and the hollow of her throat with his release. Then he focused on her breasts, covering the soft, mounded flesh, watching his milky seed pool in her cleavage and drip down to her already hard, aching nipples.

He emptied himself on her, marking every inch of her chest and face until she was a beautiful, ruined canvas of his lust. The air was thick with the salty, musky scent of him, a scent that now clung to her skin.

When he was finally spent, he stumbled back a step, his chest heaving. He looked down at her, still on her knees, her body glistening with his cum, a triumphant, possessive smirk on his face.

He used his finger to scoop a glob of his release from her cheek. He didn't wipe it away. He brought it to her lips. “Clean it,” he ordered.

Emma’s tongue darted out, licking his finger clean, her eyes never leaving his. She tasted him, salty and bitter, the ultimate proof of her submission.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his finger back. He tucked his now-softening cock back into his trousers, the sound of his zipper a final, definitive punctuation mark to the ordeal.

He walked back to his chair, leaving her kneeling on the floor. He picked up his whiskey glass, swirling the amber liquid. He didn’t offer to help her up. He didn’t offer her a tissue.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. “A mess. My mess.”

Emma remained on her knees, his cum cooling on her skin, a feeling both degrading and strangely comforting. She was his. There was no denying it now.

“You may go now,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “But you will not clean yourself up. You will walk out of this office, through the empty building, and go home just like that. I want you to feel it on your skin all the way home. I want you to look in the mirror and see who you belong to. And tomorrow, when you come back, you will be wearing a skirt, no panties, and a blouse that buttons up the front. Do you understand?”

Tears of shame and surrender welled in her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Carter.”

“Then get out,” he said, his voice cold and final. “My little office slut.”