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Marcus stood completely calm, his cock still glistening from being inside me, while Elias looked ready to murder him.I was still completely naked, sitting on the edge of the desk with my legs slightly spread. Fresh cum from Marcus leaked slowly down my inner thighs o to the wooden surface. My body was trembling and at that moment, I didn’t know what to do.The silence in the office was deafening.“You son of a bitch,” Elias finally growled, taking another step forward. “You’ve been behind all of this?”Marcus smirked and casually zipped up his pants. “Not all of it. But I’ve been enjoying the show for a long time. I’ve been watching both of you since the beginning.”“I should kill you right now,” Elias said through gritted teeth.I quickly sat up on the desk, trying to cover my naked breast with my arms, but it was pointless. My heart was beating so fast I felt dizzy.“Elias…” My voice came out weak. “I can explain…”“Explain?” Elias’s eyes snapped to me, filled with betrayal and rag

The next day felt like a slow walk toward punishment. Elias barely spoke to me in the morning. He just made coffee, and kissed my forehead, but his eyes were distant and dark. The anger from last night still lingered between us. “I have meetings until late,” he said as I was leaving. “Come straight to the house after your last class. Don’t go anywhere else.” I nodded. “Okay.” He caught my arm before I could walk out. “Lila.” I looked up at him. His voice dropped. “If you let him touch you before you come back tonight… I’ll know.” “Okay,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The warning sat heavy in my chest as I walked to campus. All day I felt like everyone was watching me. Sarah tried to talk to me again during lunch but I brushed her off. Marcus kept his distance, but every time our eyes met across the quad, he gave me that same smug smile. By 10:30 PM, I was standing in front of Elias’s office wearing the black dress with no panties underneath, just li

****Years later**** I walked out of the elevator on the 32nd floor, my heels clicking against the polished tiled floor. The building smelled of money, expensive cologne, fresh coffee, and power. It’s the Sinclair Tower, the tallest and most ruthless corporate headquarters in the city. My black pencil skirt hugged my hips a little too tightly, and the white blouse I wore felt too thin. I could still feel the bruises Marcus left on my thighs from last night. “Miss Bennett?” A sharp voice called out. I turned to see a tall, impeccably dressed woman with a severe bun. “I’m Claire, Mr. Sinclair’s executive assistant. You're four minutes late.” “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “Traffic was…” I wanted to talk but she quickly cut me off. “Mr. Sinclair doesn’t accept excuses,” she said, looking at me from up to down. “Follow me.” I walked behind her through the sleek, modern office. Employees glanced at me with curiosity. This was my first day as the new personal assistant to Damien Sin

The rest of the day was pure torture.Every time I sat at my desk outside Damien’s office, I could feel his thick cum still leaking out of my stretched cunt. My thighs were sticky, and every small movement made me clench around the mess he left inside me.At 6:45 PM, the intercom on my desk buzzed.“Miss Bennett. Come to my office now.”I stood up on shaky legs and walked in. Damien was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the glowing city below.“Lock the door and come here.”I locked it and walked over. He didn’t even turn around at first.“Pull your skirt up, and bend over the glass.”I pulled my skirt up to my waist and bent forward, pressing my tits against the cold window. Anyone looking up from the building across the street might see me if they looked hard enough.Damien stepped behind me and kicked my legs wider apart.“Look at this sloppy fucking cunt,” he growled, running two fingers through my dripping slit. “Still full of my load from this morning. Wha

I stayed bent over Damien’s desk, completely naked, and covered in cum.My face, tits, and pussy were dripping with both men’s loads. Marcus wiped his cock on my ass cheek as if I was nothing but a towel.Damien sat back in his chair, looking satisfied as he zipped up his pants.“Stay like that for five minutes,” he ordered. “Let all that cum soak in.”Marcus laughed softly and ran his fingers through my messy pussy, pushing their combined load deeper inside me.“Look at this sloppy cumdump,” he said. “She’s leaking like a broken faucet. Such a good little corporate whore.”I whimpered, my body still trembling from the rough fucking.Damien checked his watch. “Lunch is over. Clean yourself up, but don’t wash between your legs. I want you to feel that mess all afternoon.”I slowly stood up with shaky legs and used tissues to wipe the cum off my face and chest. My pussy stayed full and leaking, just like they wanted.The rest of the afternoon was hell.I had to sit at my desk replying t