Chapter Three
I'm not sure how late Anna ended up staying the night before cleaning, but I beat her in this morning. Though, to be perfectly honest, that was usually the scenario. I generally got there before we really 'opened', before the clients started showing up, usually an hour early most of the time, but today, I'd got in like 7am.
It was easier to get work done that way, when it was quiet. And then Anna, she was of course, always was there once we actually started having people in.
I'd got in the zone and was plodding away with the numbers when I finally heard Anna come in downstairs. We weren't supposed to open for another hour or so still, and I'd already finished most of what I had needed to get done, so I felt more at ease than I had before.
"Hello Master." When we were alone in the office, Anna always called me Master, or Sir, she was my obedient submissive, or slave, whatever you prefer to call it.
"Hello Cunt." Anna had a coffee in hand and set it down on my desk, then fell to her knees just to my side. She had on a long dress which showed a bit of cleavage, but it was still more than professional. I knew when she was following the bands she wore short skirts, halter tops, risqué outfits, but this was an office, and, in my presence, I wanted her to look pretty, but conservative. It also helped, because the more conservative the outfit, the more it seemed I could do under the surface to torment and taunt her. It was far easier to put clamps on her nips under a billowy blouse than a skin tight top.
I ran my hand through her hair, petting her as if she were my animal.
"What's gotten into you Sir?" I pushed my finger into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue.
"You don't like it?" She sucked on my finger like it was a teat she needed for nourishment.
She coughed a little as I took my finger out of her mouth.
"No Master, I love it, it's just..." She hesitated, "I don't know Sir, just seems like you're particularly horny, and particularly rough, the last couple days..." She paused, her large eyes staring up at me, "and, and I love it Sir! I LOVE it." She rubbed the top of her head against my groin like she was an affectionate kitty.
"Can I suck your cock Master?" I stared down at her, tempted, but I had to finish up the document before I could really play.
"I've got to get some work done, give me like an hour." I could see the disappointment in her eyes.
"Can I at least lick your balls and suckle your cock sir?" I couldn't resist the offer.
"Okay." I stood up and she pulled down my pants and boxers, so I was naked below the waist. I let her crawl under my desk as she'd done so many times before. When I slid my chair up under the desk to start working, Anna was between my thighs, first licking my cock, then she just held me in her mouth as I worked, a glorious, wonderful feeling, which I savored for hours on end sometimes.
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I flipped the file closed on my desk.
"Finished, finally!" I slowly rolled my chair back, letting Anna shuffle forward while keeping her lips wrapped around my cock. I tapped her on the head softly, then ran my fingers through her hair. She kept her eyes open wide and staring up at me the whole while, her tongue rolling against my cock inside her mouth.
"Bob Martin is going to be here like 11:00, I finished all the IRS shit for him, he's gonna be happy." I could feel my dick getting harder, growing inside Anna's mouth.
"You know Bob, right?" I stroked her head tenderly as she started to gag a little. I could see her eyes start to water and the perspiration gather on her forehead as her face started to flush.
"I believe he's the only appointment today, I think I'm going to head home after that. I'll want you to stay in the office though, in case anybody shows up." Anna's eye lashes fluttered quickly, and I could feel her throat convulse on my prick as it grew between her lips.
"Now, I need to fuck you!" I wound my fingers through her locks and jerked her lips off my cock. She shrieked in pain as I pulled her to her feet by her hair. I turned her around and bent her over the desk.
"FUCK!" I reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it to the small of her back. In an instant I had her panties down around her ankles and she grunted as I slammed forward, driving my aching dick into her moist pussy.
"Fuck!" I loved the feel of my hips slamming into her body. She groaned with every thrust of my cock into her sopping cunt, and I savored the sound.
"Holy shit!" I grabbed for Anna's hair and arched her neck brutally, locking my lips on hers and burying my tongue in her mouth as I drove my dick deep in her pussy over and over again, like a jackhammer.
"Fuck!" The heavy desk didn't even budge as I pounded into her needy cunt repeatedly, the desk, it was carved walnut and weighed a ton.
"FUCK, FUCK!!" I bellowed out and drove my hips forward brutally, pressing her thighs painfully into the edge of the desk as my cock exploded in her pussy.
Anna squirmed under my weight as I twisted her head and thrust my tongue into her mouth again, owning her, my dick still throbbing inside her cunt.
I leaned over her, letting my weight down upon her with my tongue in her mouth, I stayed on top of her for a good five minutes. It felt amazing. I loved the feel of her quivering pussy clamping down on my prick.
"Fuck!" I slowly eased my cock out of Anna's dripping pussy. She held the hem of her skirt in her hands as I backed away.
"Pull up your panties, Bob's gonna be here shortly." Anna moaned as she reached down and pulled her panties from around her ankles and gently brought them up over her thighs. She had to wiggle her butt to get the thin thong settled over her pussy and into the crack of her ass. She turned deliberately on her 4" heels till she was looking at me.
"Thank you for fucking me Master. May I put your glorious cock away?" I nodded.
Anna fell to her knees with a thud. Tenderly she leaned forward and cleaned the head of my prick with her tongue, before softly easing my dick into the folds of my slacks with her delicate hands.
"Go get cleaned up cunt, you look like a mess." Anna struggled to get to her feet on the towering heels. Her hair was a disheveled mess, her face was ruddy, saliva dribbled from her lips, and her dress was askance.
"Thank you again Master, for fucking me!" Anna demurely, gingerly, made her way out of the office. I knew pussy must be throbbing and her legs aching from the fucking, and being on her knees under the desk.
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"Thanks for the help Alan, this whole thing with the IRS has had me nervous as hell for weeks now."
"No problem Bob, that's what I'm here for. You're all set now, they're not gonna bother you anymore, we took care of it. I'll have my secretary file it all tomorrow and it's over with." Bob brushed his brow, beads of sweat had been visible on his forehead since he'd come into the office.
"It's a big fucking relief Alan. How can I thank you?"
"Just so long as your check, to me, clears." I smirked and Bob laughed.
"You want a coffee, maybe a drink?"
"Yeah, sure, that'd be amazing."
"What's your poison? Like scotch? Got a nice little 18 year old single malt if you'd like to sample that?"
"Sounds wonderful." I pressed the buzzer and Anna was at the desk in a heartbeat.
"Get me that nice single malt, a couple glasses, and some water." I snapped my fingers and Anna scurried away to one of the cabinets along the wall, where I kept the alcohol.
"You want ice?" I had to ask, I was being polite.
"With scotch?" Bob looked at me incredulously.
"Good man, I knew there was something I liked about you." I laughed heartily.
"Let's go sit over here, it's more comfortable." I led Bob to the large stuffed chairs on the other side of the room. Anna was there almost before we sat down, she balanced the bottle, glasses, and water on the silver tray like a master. She set the tray down on the little coffee table in front of us and began pouring generous servings of scotch into the finely cut crystal tumblers.
"Water Sir?" Anna handed Bob the glass with the scotch, then slowly started pouring the distilled water into the whiskey, waiting for him to tell her to stop.
"Enough."
"Thanks love." Bob looked lasciviously at her as he swirled the mixture in his glass and he waited for Anna to pour my drink. There was no need for me to tell her how I wanted it, she'd decanted many a glass for me.
"Can I get you anything else Sirs?" Anna bowed softly, lowering her head deeply, waiting for a response.
"No Anna, that will be all for now, thank you." She left the room, never turning her back on us and shut the door behind her.
"Holy shit Alan, that's one fucking hot girl. Where did you find her?" I saw him rub his dick slyly.
"Intern, she came to me as an intern, and has never left." I gently leaned my head back, closed my eyes and smiled.
"Fuck, why the hell can't I find interns like that?" I took a sip of the scotch, the water only enhanced the rich, deep flavors.
"Think you're in the wrong line a work Bob, fucking engineer chicks, too nerdy for me. You need to go to the university, maybe make a deal with the marketing department, usually some hot pieces of ass there." I loosened the knot of my tie.
"You're a successful guy Bob, sure you could make it happen." I finished off the rest of my glass with a long draw of the amber liquid.
"Sure you could get some of those young pretties to suck your cock regularly, for some good corporate experience." I smiled and chuckled.
"Another drink?" Bob looked at his glass, downed the last little bit easily.
"Sure." I grabbed the little bell Anna had left on the silver tray, it chimed pleasantly and the girl appeared, almost magically, a few seconds later.
"Another round my dear."
"Yes Sir, right away Sir." Anna grabbed our tumblers, set them on the tray and started pouring the whisky, she looked up at me, trying to sense how much to dispense.
"Of fuck Anna, you're spilling it!"
"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm sorry Sir!" Anna rushed back to the cabinet for paper towels. She franticly started to clean up the scotch, though none actually spilled off the tray itself.
"I'm sorry Sir, so sorry!" Her hands were trembling as she handed the glass to Bob.
"Here, let me get that." Bob took the little decanter of water from the tray and poured it into his glass.
"Here Alan." He handed me the gorgeous leaded glass carafe and I mixed the water into the whiskey.
