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“Maybe we could go out, talk this over, okay?” she pleaded. She had the better part of a decade on him, but she felt like she was so much younger with how strange her voice sounded.

“Yeah,” he said to that, and so casually reached out to grab her ass. That strong worker’s hand of his sinking into her soft, yet supple, flesh, making it swell between his long, slender fingers. “We’ll do that date, right? But first,” he said as he stood up, towering back over her again, but standing so close she could smell his musk and the sweat of his labour. “First, you’re gonna bend over this desk, because you owe me an apology for your rude refusal.”

How was he so tall? With her heels she almost always was equal height to most men, taller than some. But she felt overshadowed by the young man, and had to wonder if it was her mind playing tricks on her. Making him seem so much bigger than life.

“I wasn’t rude, Chris,” she rebuffed, taking a step away as she tried to slap his wrist. “But I can’t sleep with my employees. What I did... that was... wrong of me.”

So why are you breathing so fast? And why is your body tingling with anticipation? she asked herself, but she didn’t have an answer.

The insistent young man didn’t let her remove his hand, and instead he wrapped his other arm about her too. He pulled her in against his hard chest, let her hefty bosoms smush against his firm muscles as he looked into her eyes. “C’mon,” he said to her in a low, lust-laden voice, “I know you want me. Now you be a good lil’ bimbo slut, I’m bein’ real nice to you because I like you, Roxy. But I ain’t the most patient man.”

“Stop this, Chris,” she commanded, but that tone lacked oomph. Her heart raced and it was like he was surrounding her, smothering her body with his, and it felt so good. It’d been too long for her, but then, a week was too long. Still, she was trying to control herself, her urges.

Sex had become an addiction to her, and she’d gone from man to man, never finding one that could satisfy her for long. She was a serial monogamist for a while before she just turned to dating ads. Then, after a horrifying encounter, she’d quit.

Cold turkey.

Well, almost.

“C’mon, Roxy,” he said insistently, and he switched their positions, pushing her round ass up against the top of the desk as he pressed her knees apart with his own. Those strong hands of his slid down to her hips, then over the short length of her skirt to her bare thighs before sliding up in under the fabric. “I don’t wanna get you fired. I love every opportunity I get to check out that ass. These big beautiful tits of yours, nearly popping out of your blouse,” he said with such supreme relish, even as his fingers curled into her panties and began to tug them downwards.

“Holy fuck, Chris,” she hissed, but it didn’t sound all mad. In fact, the more he took control, the crueler and nastier he got, the more she noticed the way her body responded to it. Her head felt clouded by lust, but still she tried to fight his hands off, her ass grinding against the desk. “Someone could walk in at any second!”

Why didn’t she lock the damn door? Why did she think she could handle this?

Instead of addressing her worries, he silenced them with his peachy lips pressed to her painted ones, that moist tongue of his so hot as it penetrated her mouth, swirling about and tasting her as he slipped her panties down to her ankles and left them there. He didn’t ease up on her, didn’t heed her words.he simply grabbed hold of her thigh and reached up, beginning to pluck open her buttons on her top as he went for her breasts next.

Things felt like they were moving in slow motion and yet so very, very fast. She could barely respond to one motion before he was on to another, his hands and hips and mouth all devouring her in tandem.

She tried to push his chest away, but when she felt the bare skin, the bristly hairs beneath her palms, she got distracted.

“Chris, please,” she murmured.

Her blouse was open, and immediately she felt his hands working the clasp of her bra. With a smack of their lips he tugged the garment open and let her ample bust spill out to slap heavily against her chest. “I’m done headin’ to the washroom to rub one out because your slutty ass saunters on by, Roxy,” he said in a gravelly voice as he pushed her back and grabbed a breast.

How had he unbuttoned her and unclasped her so easily? So quickly?

It was if she was standing still as time sped by her, leaving her confused and in its wake.

Her body, though, seemed to know precisely what was happening and her dark areola and nipple hardened into his hand. She was so eager for touch, yet her dark eyes were filled with pleading. “Not here.”

“Too late,” was all she heard from him as he kissed, bit, and suckled his way down her neck, that strong hand of his squeezing and kneading her breast. She could feel each digit sink into those thick mounds, the peachy skin enveloped in her chocolatey tit flesh.

He was ravenous for her, so strong and moving so fast. She could hear his belt buckle, then feel his jeans lower as a thick, veiny cock popped free of its confines. He was a tall man, and with a big cock t

hat smeared its precum against her inner thigh as he throbbed between her knees.

She wanted to scream “no,” to shove him away and hit him. To punish him for being so cruel to her.

But there was a stronger part of her that didn’t want to lose this moment, in all its fucked-up glory. The way his body felt, the need she had between her legs, it was all so damn... good. She needed this. She needed him.

“Chris,” she gasped, his cock throbbing against her damp skin, and she shifted towards it, rather than away from it. “We can’t do this. You’re my subordinate!”

“Not anymore,” he bit back, and she felt his fingers grip her thick curls and tug her head back roughly. “You’re my little fuckslit, Roxy,” he growled to her, feeling him lift one of her thighs as he pushed in between them, his hips rubbing against her smooth flesh. “You’re gonna be my little cum Dumpster from now on. Each and every day we got work.”

With a twist of his fingers in her hair, he reiterated sharply as she felt that throbbing manhood brush against her labia, “A man needs to keep his mind clear to focus. And you’re just the cock sleeve to make it happen, aren’t ya, Roxy?”

Oh god. He was being such a douchebag, but she couldn’t help how horny his words made her. The promise of an available, beautiful stud waiting for her every morning, ready and willing and eager for her body was what she wanted. It was like her cocaine, and her heart was pounding just thinking of it, even as she pushed his chest again. It made his fingers tug her curly, natural hair harder and sharp little stabbing sensations went through her, but she didn’t care.