Daddy's Dirty Boss

“You’re going to be a good girl and take exactly what you’re given,” I barked at her, and she nodded.

I raised a hand to her blouse. She arched her back as I brushed my fingers down the nubs of those sweet little tits under that fabric. It was a tickle, but it was enough. Her breaths quickened.

She bit her lip as I closed my fingers up tight and squeezed that flesh. Bit her lip and closed her eyes and let out the most delicious moan.

“That’s it,” I coaxed as she tipped her head back. “Take it.”

I gripped hard. Hard enough to make a crushed little mound out of her tit. Then I ran my thumb over the hard nipple.

It was barely poking through the white lace of the bra through the blouse, but it was enough. Enough that I lowered my head and flicked my tongue right on over it.

“Yes…” she moaned, and her hips rocked. “Yes, please…”

There was no way she was expecting the force when I clamped my mouth on hard and sucked at that tender little tit. The wet suckles were noisy, but so were the grunts from my throat, and fuck, she really was a hungry little bitch. Those hips rocked harder the harder I sucked, and it was instinct that had those sweet thighs spreading and shunting closer.

She wanted it.

She really, really fucking wanted it.

And I really fucking wanted her.

My cock was straining and my pulse was racing, and it took everything I had not to tear those panties right off her and slam my dick in all the way.

I moved to the other little tit, and she was already moaning before I clamped, knowing what was coming.

I was grateful I had my eyes open when she raised her own dainty little fingers to the wet patch on her blouse across from my mouth. She teased her other tit through my patch of spit, and it was a picture worth fucking savouring.

She moaned again when I pinched her nipple between my teeth. I clamped them closed so fucking slowly, and she gasped, gasped and rocked. Gasped and rocked until she struggled to fucking take it, eyes closed tight.

I laughed as I pulled away. “I told you I don’t play nice with little girls,” I said, but her eyes were already open again, back arching for more.

Fuck me, I’d hit the fucking jackpot with this little slut.

“Time I took a look at those sweet little tits,” I told her and tossed her tie to the side.

The buttons popped open easy. My hands looked huge against her chest. I pulled the blouse open and freed up her bra, and her chest was heaving, nervous and wanting.

I tugged the tie loose and she flinched, and I seized the moment to shunt her back onto her elbows. Her legs wrapped around me as an anchor, and she must have fucking felt it. Must have felt the fucking swell of me against that horny little cunt.

I pulled the bra down easily, and both of those cute little tits bounced free. It was a free flow then, my mouth and fingers sucking and pinching as she struggled to keep her balance. I slavered over those pretty little nubs like a man possessed, loving the tender line so fine between pleasure and pain.

I loved just enough hurt that she whimpered, straining. I loved enough pleasure that she was a wriggling little slut seeking more.

“I’ve got so fucking much to take from you,” I growled between suckles. “You’re going to give me everything.”

“Everything, sir,” she said in a whisper.

I felt like a headmaster, not just her boss, which was fitting given that I was still suited and she was in her little girly uniform. She was also heady, clearly reeling from so many sensations she’d never experienced at someone else’s hands.

I could feel the heat between her legs, and how her thighs were gripping harder. It was a whole stream of instinctive need that had her so wild in her cravings.

I lifted her skirt and hitched it around her waist, and the groan that came out of me was enough that her eyes shot wide.

She was wearing white cotton panties. Baby girl white cotton panties. And I couldn’t stop my balls fucking clenching, desperate to blow.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “Fuck me, Faith, you really are one naughty little fucking girl.”

I guided her backwards until she was lying flat against the tabletop, and I spread those legs nice and wide for me. She was shivering. Actually shivering.

She cried out as I dropped down and pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh. She was nervous. Beautifully nervous. Timid fingers landed on my scalp.

“I’ve been so hungry for this pretty little cunt,” I told her, and ran my tongue up that damp little slit through the cotton.