My First Anal with the Boss: Office Innocence Shattered
His office. Heart hammering. I stand beside his chair, dossier in hand. Yesterday’s touch lingers—his fingers on my thigh, pressing my clit through silk. Sleepless night. Masturbated furiously to him. Now, stockings, garters. Invitation.
He calls me in. ‘Come here, Marie.’ Voice calm. I know. Legs tremble as I position myself. His hand grips my ankle. Instant freeze. Strokes up, calf to thigh. Skin prickles. I part legs slightly. Invitation accepted. Fingers trace garter. Higher. Panties damp. He taps my slit. Circles. Heat floods. Breath catches.
The Approach: Tension Building
Door locks. ‘Hike your skirt. Drop the panties.’ Fingers fumble elastic. Skirt up. Thighs bare. Panties slide down. Ass exposed. Shame bites, but pussy throbs. He palms my cheeks. Spreads. Tongue—on my asshole. Shock. Recoil. He pulls back, licks again. Wet, insistent. Tongue probes. Finger joins. Pleasure shocks—never imagined.
Switches to pussy. Sucks lips. Flicks clit. Two fingers in ass now. I moan. He stands. Pants unzip. Cock out. Thick, veined. Gland pink. ‘I want your ass.’ ‘Yes.’ Anxious. Virgin there. He spits. Pushes. Burns. I grit teeth, fake moans. He thrusts. Deeper. Savage. Grabs wrists, hair. Pounds. Pain twists to ecstasy. Orgasm crashes. I buck back. He floods my ass. First time. Proud. Smiling.
The Instant: Raw Surrender
‘You’re the first.’ He softens. ‘Should’ve said.’ But I loved the hurt. Desk now. Blouse open. Tits freed. He sucks. Licks pussy. Expert tongue. Climax hits hard. Kneel. Suck him. Salty. Deepthroat. Gag. Hands pump. He erupts. Swallow every drop. Hot, thick.
Hard again. Skirt belt-high. Bend over desk. Ass up. Cock slaps pussy. ‘Fuck me.’ He rams in. Fills. Slaps ass. Pulls hair. Owns me. Flip. Legs wide. Eyes locked. Fingers clit. Orgasms collide. He pulls out. Cums on belly, pubes. Sticky bliss.
Collapsed on his lap. Sweat-slick. Changed. Innocence cracked. No going back. Now, his stress? I offer. Crave it.
