Sex with my young Boss pt.3

I shivered at his words, the dark promise sending fresh heat pooling between my legs despite the ache from being so thoroughly used. Cum leaked from my ass, mixing with the mess from my pussy, dripping down my inner thighs in sticky trails. My body was a wreck—blouse torn open, skirt hiked up and useless, bra shoved aside—but I wasn't fully naked yet. His command hung in the air like a whip crack, demanding obedience.

'Yes, boss,' I whimpered, pushing myself up from the desk on trembling arms. My legs wobbled as I stood, the cool office air kissing my sweat-slicked skin. I shrugged off the remnants of my blouse, letting it pool at my feet, then kicked away the tangled skirt and shredded thong. The bra followed, unhooked and tossed aside, leaving me completely bare. My heavy breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples peaked and red from his earlier bites. My belly quivered, pussy lips swollen and glistening, ass cheeks marked with handprints from his spanks. I stood there, exposed and vulnerable, hands twitching at my sides as I met his gaze. 'All stripped for you, Alex. Look at your slut—ready to be broken however you want. Please, tie me up, hurt me, fuck me senseless. I'm begging you to make me yours all night.'

He smirked, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness, the silk whispering as he pulled it free from his collar. His cock hung heavy between his legs, spent but stirring again at the sight of me. Stepping close, he grabbed my wrists, yanking them behind my back. The tie slithered around them, binding tight enough to bite into my skin, the knot unyielding. I gasped at the restraint, the helplessness flooding me with thrill. My shoulders pulled back, thrusting my tits forward like an offering.

'Good girl,' he growled, shoving me back toward the desk. But instead of bending me over, he spun me around and forced me down onto my back, the wood hard against my spine. My bound hands trapped beneath me, arching my body upward. He gripped my ankles roughly, hauling my legs apart wide, knees bent and feet planted on the desk's edge. The position splayed me open—pussy and ass on full display, pink and abused, fluids still oozing out. The stretch burned my thighs, but I didn't care; I needed this exposure, this total surrender.

'Please, Alex,' I whispered, my hips shifting slightly, a warmth building between my legs. 'Hold me open like this—touch me. Kiss my skin, tease me gently, make me feel it. I'm ready for you, boss, wanting your mouth and hands on me. Don't hold back—show me how much you want this.'

His eyes grew intense as he leaned over me, one hand steadying my thigh to keep me open. The first touch was firm on my inner thigh, a light sting that made me gasp, warmth spreading across my skin. 'You're mine,' he said softly, giving another, a bit firmer, closer to where I needed him. The sensations built—left side, right, alternating, each one warming me up, my breath quickening from the mix of tingle and growing desire.

'A bit more,' I breathed, pulling against the tie, my wrists feeling the gentle hold. My body responded, a soft ache growing. He continued, his hand meeting my sensitive spot now, the contact sending a warm jolt through me. I shifted, a soft sound escaping as the feeling spread, my body pulsing with it. 'Touch me there, boss—make it feel good. I'm all yours, wanting this with you.'

He smiled faintly, leaning in to kiss my thigh where he'd touched, his lips pressing into the warm skin. I sighed, the sensation blending into something pleasant as he lingered, leaving a faint mark. His mouth moved upward, brushing my hip, my belly. 'You feel good, all warmed up,' he murmured, before taking my nipple gently between his lips. He tugged lightly, while his free hand caressed my other breast, the movement making it sway softly.

'Yes,' I said, arching toward him, the pull drawing me in, sparks traveling through me. He switched sides, caressing the one he'd kissed, the feelings building. My legs trembled in his hold, spread comfortably. He let go with a soft sound, then trailed kisses down my side, over my ribs, each one making me sigh and ask for more. 'Please, Alex, keep going—touch me everywhere, make me feel yours.'

Moving lower, he adjusted my legs a little wider, knees up toward my shoulders, folding me gently. The openness felt intimate—my body lifted slightly, exposed and ready. His hand returned to my sensitive area, fingers brushing directly where it mattered. The touch made me shiver, a deep sigh coming from me. 'Yes—touch me more,' I said, my body warming further.

He did, mixing the touches with kisses to my inner thighs, his lips close to my folds, making me anticipate. Then, he moved in closer. His mouth found my most sensitive spot, kissing and licking softly. I moved with him, the tie holding me as I responded. 'Oh, yes—kiss me there! Use your tongue, boss. I'm getting close, wanting to feel this with you.'

He hummed against me, the vibration adding to the sensation. His lips teased lightly, then a bit more, the feeling pushing me higher. Fingers joined—two sliding into my warmth, curving to find that good spot inside while his thumb rested nearby, still slick from before. He moved steadily, kissing and teasing in rhythm, while his other hand caressed my thigh, then my breast, keeping the warmth going.

'Please, Alex—finger me deeper, bite my lips!' I sobbed, hips grinding against his mouth, chasing the edge. My ovulation made everything hypersensitive, every suck and slap amplified, building that coil impossibly tight. He pulled back just to slap my pussy again, the wet crack echoing, then dove in to suck my folds into his mouth, tongue spearing inside alongside his fingers.

I shattered, screaming his name as orgasm ripped through me, pussy clamping down on his digits, squirting messily onto his chin and the desk. Waves crashed, body convulsing, but he didn't stop—sucking through it, biting my thigh as I rode the high. 'Cum for me, you desperate slut,' he murmured against my skin, lapping up my release like it was nectar.

Panting, oversensitive, I whimpered, 'More... please, boss. Untie me or keep me bound—fuck me again, use my mouth, anything. I need your cock everywhere. Begging you to keep breaking me.'

He lifted his head, lips shiny with my juices, eyes feral. Straightening, he stroked his now rock-hard cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. 'Oh, we're just getting started, Sarah. Flip over—ass up, face down. Time to tie those legs too and really test your limits.'

My heart raced at the promise, body still humming as I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach with bound hands still pinned. He grabbed his belt this time, looping it around my ankles to spread and secure them to the desk legs, leaving me immobile, ass presented high. The position stretched me taut, pussy and ass gaping slightly, cum and squirt drying on my skin.

'Look at that wrecked body,' he said, running a hand down my spine before slapping my ass cheek hard, the crack loud. I yelped, pushing back for more. 'Red and ready. Beg for the belt on your back, slut.'

“Please, use it on me—strike my back, my sides, leave marks! I pleaded, my voice rough with longing. He swung the belt, the leather stinging my skin, a sharp line across my body. I sighed, the sensation warming deeply, a hollow ache building inside. Another strike, lower on my legs, then up to my arms. Each one intensified the feeling, drawing me closer to him.

After several lashes, my skin tingling, he set the belt aside and moved behind me. His lips brushed my skin, gently kissing the sore spots, tasting the remnants of our earlier closeness. 'Feel us together,' he murmured, nipping lightly at the tender area. Then lower, his mouth exploring softly, fingers teasing gently.

'Yes—keep going, touch me everywhere!' I urged, pressing back, the restraints making every moment more intense. He switched between spots, giving light taps between caresses, nipping where he could. My body responded eagerly, another peak approaching quickly.

He stood, positioning himself at my entrance. 'I'll take you now—slow at first, then deeper.' With a firm push, he entered fully, the connection making me gasp. He moved steadily, hands gripping my sides, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. 'Hold me close—let me feel you.'

I did, tightening around him, whispering through breaths: 'Stronger—keep going, kiss my neck, touch me more if you like. Stay with me!' He reached around to caress my chest, tapping my side in rhythm with his movements. The room echoed with our shared sounds, my sighs, his breaths.

Shifting gently, he withdrew and entered from behind, the ease from our shared warmth helping. 'So close—I'll make it good.' He continued, one hand in my hair, pulling lightly to kiss my ear. Fingers found the sensitive spot, stroking firmly, while the other tapped my leg.

'Yes! Deeper—bring me there again!' I cried, the combined sensations overwhelming me. I reached my height, body trembling, a rush of warmth following. He joined soon after, holding me tight as we both relaxed.

But as we rested, I whispered, 'Don't stop... bind me closer, push me further. I want to be yours until dawn.'

He laughed breathlessly, untying just enough to reposition me—on my knees now, hands rebound to his desk chair, legs spread with his discarded shirt. 'Round three: your mouth and tits. Beg for the titfuck while I throat you.'

'Please, Alex—fuck my tits, cum on my face, then make me swallow. Use every part of me!' The night stretched on, endless in its depravity, my body yielding to his every command, begging for the next wave of filthy ecstasy.