I was just an average girl, working a 9-6 job five days a week. But what people didn't know is I had a secret, I was a virgin but I was sex crazy. Watching porn every week became the norm to me, every Sunday I would sit there watching hardcore, rough sex. Girls being treated as slaves, getting filled in each hole. Sometimes two cocks in one mouth, it was incredible I loved it. One day at work I was called into the office, my manager was leaving and wanted me to have a meeting with the new manager to show him to ropes.
As soon as I walked in I was taken aback by his looks, tall, muscular and a bulge undeniably huge.
"Come." He said.
Oh god yes...
"Ivy." He snapped me out of my thoughts.
I saw he was pointing to the chair, I went and sat down.
"So, I've pretty much met all the staff. What else is there to learn?" He asked me.
"Well I need to show you how to do finances." I told him.
"And...?"
"It's on the computer."
John, our new manager tried to turn to computer on but failed. I leaned over to help him at the same time he reached his hand out. His hand quickly made contact with my breast, brushing against my nipple. I let out a small gasp and turned the computer on.
"Do I make you nervous?" John asked.
"Not at all." I replied trying to act confident.
"Then why are you fiddling with your hands? You need something to play with to keep your hands busy." John told me.
It was then I noticed I was playing with my hands.
"Excuse me!" I snapped.
"What?" He snapped back.
"Don't be so vulgar." I said.
"Excuse me?" He asked confused.
"You said I need something to play with." I told him.
Then it clicked, I saw it when he smiled at me. John stood up and leaned over me, his lips against my ear.
"I didn't mean that, but if you want to play. I'm good at games." He whispered then moved away and sat back down.
I ignored his comment and stood up, I leaned over him again and grabbed the mouse.
"You have to click on this programme here."
Suddenly I felt his hands on waist, he pulled me onto his lap. His hard bulge pressing against my bum.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I asked shocked.
John reached one hand up and pinched a nipple. I let out a soft moan.
"Be quiet, you don't want anyone to hear us." John whispered.
"We shouldn't be doing this!" I hissed.
"Tell me to stop when you want me to stop." John told me.
He started rolling my nipple between two fingers, I arched forward and moaned. Taken away by this sensational feeling I started grinding against him.
"Stop." He hissed.
I stopped and he lifted me off him.
"I'm sorry." I gasped.
John stood up and lifted me on top of his desk.
"Spread those legs." He demanded, his hands on either side of me on the desk.
I froze.
"Do I stutter?" He asks.
"John.." I started.
"I want to see the real you. I don't believe this shy, innocent act. I want to release your inner slut." He told me.
John leaned down and kissed me, I got lost in the kiss. I want more, more, more..
Suddenly John roughly grabbed my legs and forced them apart. He started kissing down my body until he got to my nipples, he took one in his mouth and the other was being played with by his hand. With his free hand he started moving up my leg.
"Jesus christ, you're easy aren't you?" He asked.
I frowned at him.
"No underwear. You're begging for me aren't you?" He asked.
"No." I replied.
