"Your mouth is very nice. You will get much better, however." Anticipating a lot of practice for me, I am sure.

"Now, let's see about your pússy. Bend over the desk with your feet spread wide."

I was thinking how slutty this was to be bent over a desk in an office to be fucked by a man I hardly knew.

Slutty. Yes. That is exactly what I decided to become, his slut.

I felt his cock head slide over the length of my pússy.

"Do you always get this wet without being touched, slut?"

Oh... now I am slut.

"Not normally, Sir. I found I was changing panties regularly over the weekend until I decided to just leave them off and wear simple dresses or long t-shirts." I answered.

His cock was still moving over my slit. It stopped at my entrance. I felt it just at the opening, not quite pressing into me.

"That's good, then. You are responding to the idea of being my slut. Now, to see how we fit."

HE PRESSED a little at my opening and I gasped. He was large and he was not going to enter me as easily as other men I have been with. He pressed harder and several more inches entered after expanding my pussy.

"My god, you are tight." He chuckled, "We will have to work at loosening you up. Who knows, there may be clients with larger cocks than mine."

I groaned and neither of us was sure if it was his cock stretching me as he entered or the idea of an even larger cock.

My hands were braced on the top of the desk as he grasped my hips and pulled me back as he pressed forward. I didn't know how far he was inside me, but when he pulled back to press back in, I was shocked that he went further in, then again and again.

When his hips bumped my ass, I felt stuffed with cock. The intense feeling of being stretched to the painful point had slowly eased as he was fully in me. He pulled back and pressed back in, each time with a little more speed and a little more force until my juicing, wet pussy took his length and width with more comfort. Then, he stopped.

I looked over my shoulder at him. If I hadn't known better, I might have thought I was being fucked by a fully dressed man. All I could see was the man in a pressed white shirt and tie still secured firmly at his neck.

He smiled and smacked my ass. "It occurs to me that you not only work for me but you are the slut in this relationship. So, why am I the doing the work?"

His point escaped me for a moment as the feeling of his large cock in my stretched pussy seemed overwhelming.

Then, it sunk in. "Yes, Sir." I pulled my body away from him until I felt the head at my opening, then I pressed back hard and quick until my ass impacted his hips.

He groaned in response and my gasp was as if the air pressed into the top of my pussy was somehow being released through my throat.
One hand was on the small of my back as if grounding himself. The other hand snaked underneath me and took hold of my breast. He squeezed and fondled it, then squeezed firmly, then hard. The hand gave way to fingers taking the nipple, gently at first, then hard, twisting and pulling it. The torture was exquisite. My body started shaking and shivering as an orgasm built strongly inside me. I stopped moving, aching to avoid the orgasm from being realized.

"Cum for me, slut."

"Sir ... you ... you need ..."

"I said, cum for me, slut."

The pressure on my nipple increased, again. My body shook violently. My arms became wobbly and my vision went blank. My eyes were open, but my eyes rolled back as the orgasm crashed over me with an intensity far beyond anything I had ever experienced. I heard a scream somewhere, but it was later that it even occurred to me that it came from me.

As my mind began clearing, I realized I had fallen forward and was flat on the desktop. He was still inside me and was slowly stroking as I slowly recovered. With that recognition, I pushed my body up and resumed moving my body on his cock. I had just sucked his cock and swallowed his seed before fucking, no wonder he was lasting longer. I continued to increase my fucking and it wasn't lost on me how odd this felt. I am usually the one being fucked.

Now, I am the one fucking him with my movements. I pressed back hard and discovered muscles in my pussy as I intentionally attempted to increase his pleasure. He moaned and pressed back at me as I pushed back at him. I felt his cock become harder than it had been. I moved a hand underneath and stroked my clit. I wanted to join him this time. I felt him jerk and spasm inside, then I felt the first spurt of his seed filling my pussy and at that moment my pussy spasmed around his cock and my orgasm joined his.

After he slowly pulled out of me, I turned around and took him in my arms, kissing him fiercely.

"A magnificent fuck, Tina." He stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers, kissed me, then with his lips brushing mine, "After we fuck, I want you to clean my cock of our juices." I blushed but smiled as I slid down to my knees with his now softening cock in front of my face.

Yes, so much to experience.
I was again seated in the open visitor's chair and we had been discussing a number of things including my ideas about handling the executive accounts. I remained naked and acutely aware of the cum in my pussy, which was undoubtedly leaking onto the chair seat. Mr. Woodburn redressed and was behind his desk.