Page 36 of Tenure

I’ve never been so terrified or so exposed or soturned onin my life.

Fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!

But he knows and frantically shakes his head no, glaring at me,demandingI wait with just a look.

I force myself to slow down, shifting my hand so the pressure on my clit is gone, and I see a message pop up on the screen.

Show me your ass

I panic, heart ratcheting up to a whole new level of terror, but something about his face tells me I will regret itforeverif I don’t do what he says, so—sweating—I turn around and bend over, spreading my cheeks open for him to look at.

His mouth falls open, his own face flushed, and I see the phone change angles as he props it up on something so I can see his whole body.

He’s in an office I don’t recognize, his hips visible behind the edge of a dark wooden desk as he undoes his belt and opens the fly of his jeans, popping his cock out of his boxers.

My neck hurts from cranking so hard to see the screen but my mouth waters at the sight of his cock, head shiny from precum, as he palms it and runs his hand all over the end of his dick.

I want to see your ass as wet as your pussy

I should tell him I’ve never touched my ass before. I should tell him how scared I am right now. But for some reason—I’m not sure why—I am so compelled to do what he says that I find myself reaching behind me, swirling my middle finger in my pussy and slathering it with wetness before gently dragging it up to my asshole. I circle, slowly, my body clenching at the unexpected feeling.

Wetter

I repeat the motion, scooping out my arousal and dragging it up to my ass, my pussy clenching every time I touch my asshole, my whole lower half in full spasm.

Put your finger in your ass, Kiernan

I hear the women in the bathroom leave, the room going quiet, and I look over my shoulder at him, his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping hard.

“Yes, sir,” I say.

And then I push my middle finger inside my ass.

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James

The “sir” is so unexpected that I come in surprise, my head hitting the back of the chair, cum spurting out all over my shirt, balls spasming in my boxers.

“Put your other hand in your pussy!” I groan. “I need to watch you comeright now!”

She does it, greedily fucking her other hand as she slowly and tentatively moves the finger in and out of her ass a little. I watch her legs shake, her back muscles clenched with tension, her ass puckering and sucking her finger in even harder, and my cock continues to leak at the sight of it, keeps spilling out all over my fucking clothes.

“Come, baby,” I say. “Come right fucking now.”

She lets out a harsh groan, almost a grunt, and her whole body locks up—head tipped to the ceiling—mouth slack as she shakes like crazy. She pulls her finger out of her ass and uses that hand to catch herself as she falls sideways, body giving out, a panting, sweaty, hot fucking mess.

I give her a minute to catch her breath, watching her beautiful body slowly uncoil from the tension, running my hand up and down the length of my shaft a few more times, cum still leaking out of me relentlessly.

She finally collects herself and turns to face me, her eyes glazed.

“You can get dressed now.”

She pulls her clothes on in a daze, using the walls as leverage while she finds her balance again.

“The next time I tell you to do something, you fucking do it,” I threaten. “I tell you to call me something, youdoit. Do you understand?”

She nods dumbly.

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