Page 22 of Quickies

Whimpering, he lifted his hips, urging me to move.

I fucked him fast, chasing my own orgasm. I could hear the music coming from the break room. Those people thought I was having some kind of official goodbye talk with our young intern. Yeah, right. My balls slapped against his, and he grunted around the plug in his mouth.

His snug hole all but sucked in my dick. “Such a nice young fuckhole for my cock.”

A few more thrusts. I was almost there. I put my hands on his ass, my fingertips caressing the lace.

“Next time, I’ll buy you a whole set—with stockings and garters and a pretty camisole.”

He made a desperate sound, almost a sob. I rammed my dick in again. Harder.

“You’ll wear it for me… And I’ll violate you.”

I could see it in my mind. How he’d stain the pretty lace with precum, sweat, and tears…

Almost there. Oliver was making little high-pitched squeals around the plug in his mouth as I jackhammered his beautiful ass.

I’m fucking a twenty-three-year-old intern in my office while my employees eat cake just behind that door.

The orgasm almost blinded me. I spilled into his eager hole, and my little brat clenched his inner muscles, milking me intentionally. He was incredible.

Circling my hips, I plucked the plug from his mouth. Oliver moaned.

I swiftly pulled my cock out of his hole and pushed in the plug. He shuddered.

“Gerald, please,” he whispered. “You fuck me so good. I need to come. Please.”

“No.”

I slapped his ass, sending his body forward, and he clutched the desk in a white-knuckled grip. I pushed on the base of the plug, then I gave him seven hard spanks.

His ass cheeks were almost the color of the lace thong. I grabbed the string and pulled on it, then released it so it smacked back into place, right over the plug.

Oliver whimpered. “I’m so close. I could come just from the spanking. Please.”

Ignoring his pleas, I dragged him up into a standing position and crouched in front of him. His hard dick encased in the stretched lace looked deliciously lewd.

“Please, sir. I’ll be good. Let me come, please…”

I lapped up his precum through the fabric. “No.”

“Fuuuck.”

I suckled on his hard bulge, the lace scraping my tongue. Then I gently bit his cockhead, making him cringe back with a yelp. He was panting and shaking. I could make him come in seconds.

But I wouldn’t.

“You won’t take the plug out. You’ll carry my cum around until I fuck you in my bed tonight.”

“Gerald…”

“Hush now. Be a good boy.”

He took a deep breath, clenching his fists. I could see him weighing his options. Then his shoulders sank. “Yes, sir.”

“There’s my sweet cumslut.” I dragged his pants up and buttoned them over his still-hard dick. Then I offered him my cheek, and he stood on his tiptoes to kiss it.

“Thank you for your cum, sir.”

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