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"You look very comfortable on my desk." Her amused voice reaches your ears from behind, making you turn around to glance at her.
Carol shuts the door behind her, taking you in with a quirked smirk. Her wrist flicks as she locks the big wooden doors, turning the key with a silent move. You're stuck inside the office with her, and the idea of it is very tempting.
There's only one reason for Carol to shut her door.
You shift, fully turning from your spot on her desk to take in the view that awaits you. Carol doesn't shy away from your gaze, keeping her eyes locked on yours as she works on undoing the intricate loop of her dark blue tie before swiftly pulling it off.
She looks great. It's almost a crime for someone to look this good wearing a suit, and it makes you wish she would wear it all the time at home too. "You look good, boss." You jokingly say, breathless.
Carol nods her head, confident. "I know." She approaches you with light steps, taking her time to make her way closer.
You almost salivate, eyes glazing over as you watch her. Carol never fails to take your breath away with her beauty. You're mesmerized by her.
And she knows that. "How are you, princess?" She says as soon as she's close enough, leaning down to be at your height and kissing your lips. You're shorter than her, and the high heels make her almost tower over you in a way that sends shivers down your spine.
Carol's lips have a taste of coffee. You know she spends her day surviving on multiple cups of it. She uses your moment of distraction to sling her tie behind your neck, leaving it hanging loosely on both sides of your shoulder.
You grasp the lapel of her expensive suit, pulling her closer. Carol allows you to do so, sighing against your lips as she traps you between her body and the desk. You start to pull the fabric off her broad shoulders, hoping she would let you do it, only for Carol to step back.
The blonde adjusts her jacket back in place, undoing two buttons of her white dress shirt. "You're such a naughty girl." She tsks, smirking. "You think you can come here, take my clothes off and go away without a punishment?"
You're sure you're sweating, grasping the tip of the tie to play with it. "Not quite," You say, knowing the trouble is worth it. "I thought I could come here, take your clothes off and make you fuck me before going away."
Carol pulls the tie from your neck with surprising speed. You hope your startled gasp isn't loud enough for everyone else in the building to hear when the blonde pulls you from the desk and swirls you around before pushing you back against it.
Your front meets the cold desk as you lay against it, legs dangling and your ass perfectly in view for Carol. "Give me your hands, darling." She orders, humming when you offer your wrists back for her.
Carol makes quick work of using her tie to bind them together, the expensive fabric rubbing against your skin. She pulls on it firmly to be sure it's good before leaning in until her warm mouth touches the shell of your ear. "You're lucky this isn't around your neck. I would love to pull you around by it until you learned your lesson."
You whimper, biting your lower lip. Carol smiles against your skin, kissing your neck with a gentleness you know won't be devoted to other areas of your body.
The blonde is almost indelicate with her movements as she pulls your dress up until your lower half is exposed to her gaze, hands roaming your skin. She hums when she sees your underwear, toying with the delicate lace before giving it one harsh tug that rips it, making you gasp. "Quiet." She warns you, carelessly throwing your underwear on the desk near your face to give you a view of the clear patch of arousal in it. "I'll stuff it inside your mouth if you don't keep quiet, understand?"
You nod, knowing Carol was one to keep her promises. "Good girl." She says, reading your silence as assent.
You have to hold back a moan.
Carol palms your ass, toying with the flesh. She squeezes hungrily, then gently moves it apart to peek at your soaked cunt, fingertips slipping down to touch you.
You close your eyes, trembling under her touch. "You're so wet already, hm?" You don't answer her, only nod your head. "Want me to touch you here, baby?" You nod again. Carol's open palm meets your ass with unbridled strength. "Wrong answer, princess."
You bite your lower lip, feeling soaked even more. You know Carol can see it. You know your arousal will probably be running down your thighs by the time she's done with you.
She hits you again, palming the offending flesh. "Next time, I think I'll use my belt." She says with another calculated slap on your ass following her words. Carol's favorite belt is a brown leather one. You imagine it would leave some painful marks behind.
You wonder how bad you would need to be for her to spank you with it.
"I'm sure you would love that." Carol continues her monologue, giving you two quick hits that make you taste blood on your tongue from how hard you bite your lip. "You're such a slut. I can see how wet this makes you." To prove her statement, Carol slides two digits down your cunt, gathering your arousal on the tip of it before bringing it forward to show you. "Open your mouth." She demands.
You follow her request, opening your lips to let her slide her fingertips inside your mouth. You close them around Carol's fingers, sucking greedily on them, tasting yourself. She pumps them inside, sliding in and out as if she was fucking your mouth.
Another slap echoes through the room, making you softly bite down.
"You taste so good, hm?" Carol mocks you, chuckling when you blush due to her words. "I think I'll have a taste myself. It would be a crime to ignore this feast in front of me." She continues saying, reaching out to grab the black phone on her desk, glistening fingers holding it. "Wanda?" She speaks into it, kneading the sensitive flesh of your ass without care. "Cancel my meeting with Mrs. Romanoff. I need to work on a few papers this afternoon. It should take me some time to be done, and I don't want to be bothered unless it's extremely important." When she's done, Carol sets the phone back in its place with a content sigh. "There, I'm all yours now."
She gets to work quickly after that. Carol kneels down, her warm breath hitting your core as she comes closer. Her hands pull your thighs apart, spreading your legs open for her lustful gaze.
The first stripe of her hot tongue against your core has you shaking with pleasure. You drop your head against the desk, curling your toes and wishing you could moan her name for the whole world to hear.
Carol hums, tongue swirling to gather your arousal. She focuses her licks near your hole, tasting you hungrily. The tip of her tongue teases your entrance, her hands spreading your ass apart so she can stuff her face with you, squeezing firmly.
She flattens her tongue, giving you one long stripe before her mouth closes around your clit, and she sucks. You choke on a gasp, tugging uselessly at your wrists. "You're really trying so hard to hold those moans in, aren't you?" Carol speaks up, taunting you. "It must be so hard for such a loud whore like you, maybe I should find something to keep your mouth busy with it. Maybe I'll invite Wanda in, I'm sure you would love to get your mouth on her, hm?"
You're unsure what answer she wants or if she wants an answer at all. Carol's fingers slide down to tease your hole while her mouth stops assaulting you, sliding just a bit inside before taking them off a few times. Your cunt stretches around them, begging for them while she teases you, never giving you what you want.
Finally, the blonde let her digits slide inside you. She curls them, immediately pumping them in and out of you. Her mouth returns to your clit, enveloping it in its warmth.
She focuses on your pleasure relentlessly, adding another finger. "Already?" She laughs when she feels the first sign of your orgasm approaching, feeling your walls squeeze her fingers and watching your thighs shake. "I'll allow it. Come for me, princess."
The permission makes you crumble. Your lips parted with an unabashed moan, a strangled and desperate plea of her name. Carol fingers you through it until it's too much, making you plead with her to stop. "Carol-" You whine her name, trembling.
"Who said you could talk?" She speaks, finally letting go. She's rough when she takes her fingers from you, standing up to come around the desk until she's in front of you. "I thought I made it very clear that you were to be quiet."
You nod your head, trying to look ashamed of your behavior. Carol spreads your lips open, sliding her fingers inside your mouth to make you clean them up. "I think I have just the right thing to correct your behavior."
She opens the second drawer of her desk, humming thoughtfully as she looks past papers to find what she's looking for. When Carol finds it, she brings it close to your face to show the small blue vibe she keeps stashed away.
You've never seen it before. You wonder if she kept it here for you, waiting for the inevitable moment she would fuck you in her office.
The blonde stands upright, undoes another button of her dress shirt, and carefully takes her suit off. She hangs it at the back of her chair, pulling the sleeves up to show her forearms in a little show for you.
You watch her with a batted breath, waiting for her next move. Carol looks down at you in a condescending way. "Ready, princess?" You're not sure what she expects you to be ready for, but you know you're ready for anything she wishes to give you.
Carol undoes the button of her pants, pulling down the zipper. She reaches inside, one hand bringing out the toy you weren't expecting to be there.
Carol's favorite blue strap hangs heavily, beautiful and big. It's probably the biggest toy she owns, and you're not sure how she hid it behind the light fabric of her pants. Your eyes widen in surprise, watching her hold it by the base with a proud glint in her eyes. "Don't look so surprised. You know I like to be prepared." She smirks, tapping your cheek with the silicone toy in a teasing way.
She grabs the vibe again, messing around with it until it's at a consistent speed. Carol steps closer, leaning forward.
"Open your mouth." She requests for a second time today, guiding the tip of the strap inside your mouth before bringing the vibe to your exposed core.
She slips it down your cunt, playing around with it while feeding you the whole length. Slowly, Carol angles her hip until you're choking on her strap before sliding it out. The hand that was holding the cock's base caresses the side of your face and slides down to curl around the front of your neck as she fucks your mouth.
The vibe settles on your clit, sending delicious vibrations up your body. You moan around Carol's cock, closing your eyes and letting the pleasure overwhelm you. You don't get to do much with your wrists tied together and Carol taking control of the speed and roughness of the strap thrusting inside your mouth.
You let her use you, widening your mouth to take more of the length inside. Carol notices your effort, caressing stray hairs away from your eyes, threading her fingers through your hair to hold it up in a ponytail grip. "Good girl, that's it. You look so good sucking my cock like this, princess."
You hum around her, half a moan and half a whimper. Carol's hips move slowly, the cock slipping in and out of your mouth rhythmically. She flicks the vibe, making the vibrations go faster.
You moan around her. Carol takes this opportunity to slide the strap further inside. Your nose touches the fabric of her white shirt, eyes rolling back as you take the whole length inside your mouth. "Oh, I love how good you look like this." Carol moans, lust swirling in those dark eyes as she watches you choke around her.
Finally, after what feels like too long, Carol gently slides it out. A string of saliva connects your puffy lips to the tip of her strap while you regain your breath, a whine leaving your lips when you remember the stimulation of the vibe against your clit.
Carol smiles and keeps her hold on the vibe steady. She watches you like you're a work of art, barely blinking. You glance up at her, desperate for release. "B-Boss?" You know she loves it when you call her that.
"Yes, princess?"
"May I come?" You don't know how you manage to say a full sentence, eyes watering.
"Not yet."
You gasp, chin meeting the desk when Carol suddenly lets go of your hair. The stimulation of the vibe leaves your clit completely, a sudden loss that makes you whine as the edge of your orgasm goes away.
Carol throws the vibe aside carelessly, looking at you with a mean grin on her face. She laughs at your pouting face, shaking her head. "Don't make that face, baby." She says, gently tapping your cheek. "It makes me want to spend all day fucking your mouth."
It's a warning. You sigh, looking at her with your best puppy dog eyes.
Carol's face softens.
She grasps the base of her cock, and uses her palm to spread your saliva evenly on it. "Alright, princess. Let's make you come now, okay?"
She walks back to the other side of the desk, settling between your open legs. Carol's hand massages your lower back in a comforting way before she holds your hips steady.
You turn your head to look at her. Carol looks beautiful, completely focused on what's happening between your legs. She glances up at you upon feeling your gaze on her, smiling when she meets your eyes and pushes the tip of her cock against your hole. "Ready, princess?"
You nod your head a bit too enthusiastically.
Carol pushes in.
It's almost ridiculous how easily the strap slides in. Carol's push is careful, slow, and unnecessarily gentle because you're so wet and desperate that your cunt almost swallows the whole thing.
You let your forehead rest against the desk, moaning pitifully. Carol's breathing is labored behind you, her fingers digging into your skin where she holds you.
She pulls the whole thing out before thrusting it all back inside. Your walls clinging to the cock, almost overstimulated by the feeling of it. Carol knows how you like it, finding a rhythm for your pleasure.
She pounds you hard, fast. You hear the sound of her hips meeting your ass, feeling sore after the many spankings, and knowing your core would remember the size of her cock. You wondered if you would go home aching, wishing for more. If Carol would come home full of energy, longing to make you come on her cock and tongue many times more.
Carol's grip tightens, a groan leaving her lips as she puts her all into making you come. The blonde leans forward, her free hand grasping her tie and quickly undoing the knot that holds your wrists together.
When your hands are free, you bring one arm under your mouth, preparing yourself to bite down to stop the whole building from knowing how good she was fucking you. Your other hand remains behind your back because Carol intertwines her fingers with yours, craving the contact.
Underneath you, the desk moves forward with one particularly strong thrust that has you curling your toes. "Go on, come for me." Carol asks in a strangled voice, giving you another powerful thrust.
Your eyes roll back, teeth digging in the skin of your arm as you come around her cock. Carol stops her movements, burying the whole length deep into you to make you come around it. She lets out a tired breath, gently caressing your waist.
You feel the exhaustion consume you, distantly aware of Carol carefully taking the cock out of you. The blonde brings your dress down, adjusting it, and pockets your ripped underwear before circling her arms around your front.
You would fall on wobbly knees if not for her strong grip when Carol gets you on your feet, bringing you to rest against her front while she walks you both to her chair.
She sits down, bringing you to straddle her lap. The strap is still there, and Carol brings your head to her shoulder, kissing your forehead. "I need to work now. Do you want to go home or stay with me?"
"I wanna stay with you." You make yourself comfortable on her lap, raising your hips. Carol understands the sign, gripping the cock and bringing it to your entrance to let you slowly ease yourself on it before pulling your dress to cover you. "I'll be all spread for you later." You laugh into her neck, hearing Carol chuckle.
"Indeed, princess. Now, stay quiet and I'll give you a reward later, okay?"
You nod, hugging Carol's shoulder.
When you wake up hours later, it's to the blonde jostling you on her lap, sliding deeper inside you with the sudden movement. You whine, hearing her laugh. "Time to go home, princess. We have a long night ahead of us."