Under My Boss's Desk - Under Him

Working my panties down and then off, Max gently re-positioned my legs, so my knees were up near my tits. It felt a bit strange, but it didn’t hurt my back and when he buried his face into my sweet little pussy, the pleasure chased all other thoughts out of my mind.

With one hand on my thigh and the other on my ass, he gently massaged me as he licked. Stroking his tongue in a swift, deft motion the length of my pussy, pausing for a swirl on my clit every so often just to shake things up. As though it weren’t already quite interesting enough. Gorgeous Max made me feel like I was in heaven just with his tongue and hands. If only I knew what he had in store for me next.

Licking me to a soft orgasm, more than enough to get me nice and wet, Max got up on his knees, hovering over me like a sexy guardian. Planting one arm behind me, he slid his massive cock slowly into the gentle pink folds of my tight, young pussy. My little cunt seemed to hug him in welcome as he pushed in. The fit was very cozy indeed but didn’t feel anything but good. Nonetheless, my beautiful Max gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of having his monster cock inside of me, which I very much appreciated.

Putting his other and down by my knees and hooking his arm up behind them to hold me in position, he slowly started to move. He worked my pussy with slow pumps, letting me feel it as the joy trundled through me. I shivered with the most delicious pleasure.

But that was only the beginning. By the time he had worked his way halfway into my pussy, I had stretched out enough to let him go hard. He was still a bit cautious at first. I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me. I gently squeezed his nearest forearm and nodded, letting him know he could go hard.

Taking the signal, he started to pound me. Slamming his massive cock deep into my pussy. His beautiful balls were banging rhythmically against my ass cheek as Max literally fucked me sideways, bringing the most glorious songs of praise up from my soul and accentuating the distinctive sound as his cock demolished my pussy.

Letting me cum first, Max slipped two fingers in me and worked my pussy to another orgasm as he came around to the front of the bed to generously feed me his gorgeous cock. I really didn’t know what I was doing, being somewhat new to the world of blowjobs. I knew only enough to know how little I knew.

I didn’t need to worry myself. Max seemed to understand perfectly, He held my ponytail lightly as he tenderly fucked my warm little mouth. All I had to do was keep up with his thrusts, sucking him as hard as I possibly could as he worked in me. The result was a wonderful gush of hot, sweet cum filling up my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I swallowed it all down.

I came hard, shuddering under the duvet, which had been the first thing I’d bought after arriving in the city. I had some money from summer jobs and still little conception of how much things could cost there. Cleaning off with some wet wipes from my night table, I got out of bed as carefully as possible and pulled on a dress to go and try and have fun on my last weekend before I would compete for my future with Max.

Chapter Five – Carrie

I don’t like Mondays. Though my antipathy was more of the Garfield type than the Boomtown Rats variety. It wasn’t even really work related. Were it not for the risk of permanent injury, I would have leapt out of bed and done a little happy dance around the room every day I woke up to go into the office to the job that I loved and the beautiful boss who never failed to make my panties damp.

The problem was with everyone else. I don’t mean that in a narcissistic way of blaming everyone but myself. I get that life can suck and that Mondays and Fridays were the worst days for traffic. I might have loved my job, but it would seem like I was the only one. The dark and soulless dirge to the beginning of another work week so many seemed to be dragging themselves to would have been heartbreak were it not also so very annoying and not in the cute way.

It really did baffle me why so many people lived in the city when so many of them seemed to hate it so much. As evidenced by the near cut-throat competitions for camping spots come any kind of vacation. Lake houses came to be some kind of status symbol, a home away from the home they hate but pretend not to.