“Take out my cock,” his hissed order sending shivers up my spine. His hand is still around my neck but now I know how to work around him so there is no hesitation. I consider, for just a flash of thought, about taking my time. I've never considered myself to be an extremely naughty girl. Oh sure, I've always liked a little light spanking, some biting and the occasional scratch along the back, but I never considered that I would enjoy a man being so rough with me. I decide just as quickly to not press things too far too quickly. I manage to free his monstrous cock in record time.

“Suck on my balls,” he orders me continuing to hiss his instructions through gritted teeth while lifting his cock with his free hand.

I don’t consider hesitating at all because he isn’t giving me the option; his fingers dig a little bit harder into the tender flesh of my neck as he pulls my head forward. All I have to do is open my mouth.

His skin is hot and velvety smooth. I manage to fit both of them in my mouth at the same time. His scent fills my nose and causes a slight tingle in my nostrils. I roll his balls around with my tongue; the musky scent of his body makes me moan. I'm sure he appreciates the vibration because I can feel his body rumble with a guttural moan of his own.

Malcolm releases his grip on my throat. I hadn’t realized it but I was not getting as much air as I needed because just as suddenly as he releases his grip, I draw in a deep breath through my nose and I feel dizzy. He is again not giving me the time to think about myself. His hand is instantly tangled in my hair and my head is once again jerked back. I register the popping sound of his balls leaving my mouth.

I manage a gasp of air before he plunges his cock into my mouth. I feel the thick tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and bend downward and invade my throat. I feel the gagging start deep inside me. My body rebels against the intrusion, but Malcolm is determined to make this all about him. I start to push against his thighs trying to free myself, but he holds my head tightly against him. My nose bends slightly against his body. I can’t bring in enough air. I start to panic. I know I can’t take this any longer.

Malcolm wrenches back on my hair pulling his cock free of my mouth. Thick strings of saliva trail from my mouth and cling, at the other end, to his glistening cock. I pant for air and try to get the panic under control. My eyes are closed and I don’t see him twist his hips. I feel the bulk of his twelve-inch shaft smack against the side of my face.

“You're going to learn a lesson one way or the other,” Malcolm says. I open my eyes and while he's still holding my hair, he's tilting my head as far back as it will go. He is bending over me. His face is just a single inch from mine. “You are going to find out the price of leading a man like me on, or you are going to find out that you really enjoy being a dirty whore.”

Considering how much I'm enjoying this I don’t see much of an option. For any other man I would've put up a hell of a serious fight against being treated this way, but for Malcolm I am one hundred percent fine with being the nastiest, sluttiest fuck toy on the planet.

I watch as he leans back coming to full height. His hips twist and his cock swings toward me again. The impact doesn’t hurt. The thick thud against my cheek is punctuated with a wet slapping sound. My darkest inner desire is in full control of me. My whole body explodes with the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced. It's as if dynamite has gone off inside of me and my body and mind are shattered instantly into a million little pieces. I slump, his grasp on my hair the only thing holding me up as I lose all control of my muscles and joints. I shake with tremor after tremor as the feelings of ecstasy thunder through me.

“I guess I know which lesson you choose to learn,” Malcolm’s steely voice says from somewhere seemingly far away. “I like the way you think.”

A sense of being lifted up registers at the very back of my brain. I have no idea what is coming next, but even the concept of rational thought is beyond my grasp right now. I want to be his whore and that means wanting what he wants so why put too much thought into it?

I finally manage some focus when my ass lands on my desk. Pens, the stapler, and paper go flying. Malcolm roughly pushes my legs up so that the heels of my shoes catch on the narrow end of the desk. He pushes the hem of my skirt roughly up my body. My ass lifts of its own accord to let the obstructing fabric pass.

“I think you've been planning this,” Malcolm says once again hissing through his teeth. I honestly have no clue what prompted that comment, “But you made a serious mistake.” Nope, still no idea what he's talking about. “A good whore wears garters and stocking, do you know why?”

“No, sir,” I don’t think I've ever called anyone sir in my entire life but right now it seems so appropriate and, truthfully, really fucking sexy.

“Because it gives any man easy access to your sweet little cunt.” There is another word that has never been sexy before, but just hearing him say in reference to my pussy send another shiver of joy up my spine. “You made the mistake of wearing panties. You're going to learn soon enough not to make such amateur mistakes. My fucking whore is going to be open and available whenever I want, you got that?”

I can’t form words. The delayed and serious look in his eyes is making it hard to concentrate on anything, and it's building pressure in my body. From the center of my pussy a deliciously delayed sense of pleasure is growing. He's going to rip my thong apart and fuck me. I have been wanting this since the last time we spoke. I've wanted this man to come take me this way, rough and mercilessly, and now he's going to do it. Malcolm is going to make me his. This is fucking amazing.

I watch him lean over me. My eyes follow his hands as he reaches toward me. I suck in a breath. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this moment.

What the fuck? My eyes are glued to the movement of his hands and he's reaching past my crotch. This change in the anticipated action freezes me. I can only continue to watch as his thick fingers find the split in my blouse. It's like time slows. I'm mesmerized as I watch each individual muscle in his arms flex. Ropes of pure power coiling to unleash damage. Time snaps back to normal speed as the buttons of my blouse spring free flying across the room and the silk tears. The awesome display of power and the cool air against my skin make me shriek just a little. Malcolm pays no attention to my shocked noise. He's already reaching into my bra, with his hand digging desperately to find my nipple. He finds the nub without much searching. I can’t control the shriek as he pulls my tit free from my bra. My tit is stretched so far by him that it looks like a traffic cone attached to my chest. It hurts so much but I can feel the cum running out of my pussy.

He lets my nipple slip from between his fingertips. My flesh springs back and he reaches in again looking for the other nipple. Again he pulls me free of the lace and padding, letting my breast snap back once he

had stretched it to its fullest. Malcolm then grabs each of my boobs, one in each of his hands. He grips them so tightly it feels like he is crushing them and I guess he actually is crushing my tits.

Splayed out on my desk with my tits out in the open and my legs spread I can’t help but feel so incredibly turned on. He may be extremely pissed off but I realize how much I've wanted to be wanted. How much I've wanted this man to be the one who wants me so badly he will break every rule and social convention to possess me. I can’t imagine how sex could get any better than this, and I allow myself just a second to marvel at how deeply I enjoy being his.

“Mmmmmm,” I can feel his sounds of approval vibrating through his tongue as he licks the side of my neck, his hands still crushing my exposed breasts. I can feel the heat of his body as he bends over me. It's so soothing. His warmth spreads across my skin through what remaining clothing I have on. I feel my back pressing into him, trying to soak in as much of his heat as I can.

Malcolm begins to stand up and as he does he releases his crushing grip of my tits. They throb with the return of blood flow that his strong hands have restricted.

“You’re mine now and I will not tolerate any more of your silly little games,” Malcolm says as he is leaning back. I can only stare straight into his eyes. They are so intent that it is hypnotic to look at him. His features are so stern. Gazing at him I feel a sense of vulnerability. There is really nothing that I could do to get away from him at this moment. Not that I want to get away from him, in fact, the only thing that I want is to be closer to him and I desperately want him to be so close to me that he's inside of me. I try changing my tactics. I lift my hips trying to push into him.

His cock is hanging out of his pants. I have no idea how his jeans, with the fly open and the button undone, can cling to his hips. Malcolm always wears the most perfect clothes. It's like he has them tailored, but even so the fact that they have not fallen is amazing to me.

My eyes track the movement of his arm and hand as they swing back. My mind isn’t putting the pieces together. He reverses the swing and his hand slaps into the side of my aching breast. The sound of skin impacting skin echoes throughout the office. I'm sure my assistant is going to be bursting through the door any second now. I plead with the cosmos that she doesn’t come in. I have to have this man, now.

Malcolm sneers as I bite my lip. I bet he is thinking that I'm holding back a scream, but I'm trying to keep myself from begging. The slap against my tit just adds to the excitement of what is happening to me, but I have to be careful now. Malcolm has kept his voice low and the crashing of my desk clutter had been pretty quiet. The slapping skin was much louder. If I screamed or started pleading for Malcolm to fuck me I'm sure people would be crashing through the door in an instant to find out what the hell was going on in here.

I move my hips sideways just able to graze my pussy against the tip of his hard cock. The lace of my thong scrapes against my clit and I silently curse the barrier between him and I.

Malcolm pulls back from me. There is no way that I reach him and stay on the desk. Fffffffffffuuccckkk!

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