You and Me (the Office)

You are sitting in your office at the accounting firm. It is after hours, and everyone is gone--or so you think. You are behind on reports, and your wife is out of town, so you figure why not put in a little OT? You have your headset on, so you don't hear me come in.

You jump as I touch your shoulder and spin around in your chair.

Me: Wooo, sorry, boo. I thought I was the only one left here.

I am just the new guy in the office as far as most people are concerned, but you know me a little better. You and your wife are poly and heavy into BDSM. And I have a D/S relationship where I am her Cubby, and she is my Mama. You and I are close as well but nothing so official. Yet. You were surprised when you found out you had gotten hired here. But not upset.

You: Shit, you scared the shit out of me, baby. I thought you left.

Me: Yea, I had some last-minute shit come through. Damn system crashed, though. I saw a light under your door and thought you left your computer on.

You: Aw, you are so sweet.

You reach up and touch my arm. You feel my bicep, and you give it a light squeeze before looking up at me. I smile down at you.

Me: You know, I asked Mama if she would be ok with us...you know. She said if you were interested...

You smile at me and reach up to pull me down to you by the front of my shirt. You kiss me slowly before breaking it and moving your lips to my ear.

You: She told me, I figured you would get to me eventually, baby.

After that, the clothes to to come off. We kiss as we strip. My hands explore every inch and curve of your body my lips move from your lips to your neck. You let out a moan as I bite you hard enough for it to hurt so good.

You: Oh, fuck Lil Daddy.

I push you back onto your desk as my hands grip your plump breasts, and I start to suck your nipples like I am dying of thirst. I work each nipple with my lips, tongue, and teeth until you are sure they are going to be sore in the morning if not swollen, but the attention turns your pussy into a faucet. I reach down and slide two fingers into you. Your moans increase in volume as I start to finger fuck you. The sounds of splashing mix with your moans making me hard as a rock.

You: Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me, please, Daddy fuck me right now!

I don't need to be asked twice. I lay you back on the desk and pull you to the edge, putting your legs on my shoulders, enjoying the way you giggle and jiggle for me. Then I push into you, and your eyes go wide as a shiver of pleasure runs up your body.

You: Holy...fuck!

Me: Just getting started, boo. Now, remember. It is just us, so you definitely have to be loud enough for passing cars to hear.

I start to thrust into you, slowly building my rhythm, reaching down and gripping your throat and making you look me in the eye while I fuck you. Soon, I have the rhythm, and I am pounding into nice and steady, slowly building up speed. By the time your first leg-shaking orgasm hits, I am pounding you so hard the desk is moving. You let out a scream that is sure to earn a 911 call. I am just grinning like a devil as I fuck you all the way through it.

When you are done and before you know what is happening, I turn you over on the desk, putting your feet on the floor with you bent over it. I push back into you before you have a chance to miss me and reach around to lock my hands under your chin. I pull your head back, making you hold yourself up on your hands and arch your back so you don't choke. I resume the fucking, somehow managing to go harder. My curved dick hits your spot and makes you release strangled screams with each thrust.

You: Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!

Your legs shake as you cum again. I am relentless, and I seem to get more aggressive with each orgasm.

I move my hands, letting you fall flat on the desk as you gasp for air. Then I take a hand full of your locs and yank your head back up, still hammering my dick in you like I am trying to rearrange your guts. My hand comes down on your ass so hard it sounds like a gunshot.

You: Oh, shit, Daddy.

I repeat it over and over, turning your pretty caramel-ass cheeks red as they jiggle under each blow. You don't know if it is my dick or the legit beating I am giving you that causes the next orgasm, but as your eyes roll up into your head and your tongue hangs out your mouth, you find you don't really care.