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“Please…”

I swallowed down the saliva that wouldn’t seem to quit in my mouth, as if every part of my body wanted, shamefully, to submit to Stuart. Could I say it? Could I actually…

The words came out while I was still telling myself I couldn’t say them.

“Please fuck me. Please… oh, god… please… I…”

CHAPTER 14

Melissa

“Shh, little whore,” Stuart said, his voice gently soothing and terribly mocking at the same time. “I know how badly you need it. I’ll fuck this sweet little cunt even though you didn’t wax it properly for me.”

The words sent a deep shudder through my body. I felt his hands leave me, and then heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. My heart raced, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through me.

I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the opening of my desperately needy vagina. Despite my arousal, I felt myself tense up as I sensed the sheer size of his penis. Stuart was big—much bigger than any man I’d been with before.

“Relax,” Stuart murmured, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “Take a deep breath.”

I tried to obey, forcing my muscles to loosen. Stuart pushed forward slowly, stretching me open. I gasped at the intensity ofthe sensation—the slight burn as he entered me, the incredible fullness.

“That’s it,” Stuart growled. “Take all of me.”

He continued pressing forward until he was fully sheathed inside me. I panted, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so completely filled. Stuart held still for a long moment, allowing me to adjust.

Then he began to move.

His thrusts started slow and measured, but quickly built in speed and force. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My fingertips scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, struggling to stay upright as Stuart pounded into me relentlessly.

“Such a tight little cunt,” Stuart grunted. “So wet for me. Just an office whore being fucked over her boss’ desk. The girl who wasn’t sure about NMB is getting what she needs.”

I moaned helplessly, beyond words. Every filthy thing Stuart said only heightened my arousal. I lost myself in sensation, my world narrowed to the feeling of his cock stretching me open again and again.

Stuart’s hand snaked around to rub my clit as he continued thrusting. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I felt my orgasm building rapidly, a white-hot pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please, I’m so close…”

“Come for me,” Stuart ordered. “Come on my cock like a good little whore.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around Stuart’s rigid length as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Stuart fucked me through it, prolonging my orgasm until I was a trembling, whimpering mess.

I had an IUD, and though it brought a blush to my face, I knew I wanted his seed inside me. I felt him pulling out though, and then I heard his voice, commanding and stern.

“Kneel in front of me, Melissa. You’re going to taste your cunt on my cock.”

Trembling with an impossible mix of humiliation and arousal, I pushed myself upright and turned to see Stuart, fully clothed except for the tummy-flipping obscenity of his cock and balls. He brandished the shaft of his manhood in his right hand, glistening with the need I had left there.

Stuart’s face wore an expression that seemed to assess and evaluate me to the finest grain of detail. A little curve at the side of his mouth made me blush even harder: my pussy clenched to see it, taking it as my boss’ praise of how enjoyable he had found his ride inside me—and how satisfied he was at my obedience as I fell to my knees without any conscious decision to follow his lewd command.

I had gone down on boyfriends from time to time, but never like this. Never on my knees. Never after their cocks had been in my wet pussy.

Never after they had told me… after they had said…

I’m going to taste my cunt. My boss told me… heorderedme… I have no choice.

I looked up at Stuart as he took a step forward, so that his hardness hovered only an inch away from my face. My eyes went from the intricately veined, jutting penis to his handsome face. He narrowed his gaze a little, the smile widening another fraction of an inch.

“You’re learning to be a good little whore, Melissa, aren’t you?” he asked in that voice I had to my dismay come to know and, worse, to long for. The condescending, humiliating tone that sent a shiver across my skin and brought a helpless twitch to my hips.

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