Bent over his desk – M/f – D/s – huml

He put the phone down and sat back in his chair. His office was suddenly quiet suddenly as their meeting ended. All pretenses and formalities finished. There was no official reason for her to stay. Nothing official.

He said nothing, but stared at her. Holding her eye contact. They were technically of the same rank, though she was pretty sure she made a bit more than him. His eyes on her though. She looked away and fidgeted slightly. How did he do this to her.

He didn't move from his chair and his gaze didn't leave her face. She couldn't look back up into those eyes. "Stand up," he said lightly, but in a tone that made his intentions clear.

She hesitated, looked at the door to his office and stood slowly.

"Come over here and face the door," he said.

He watched as she walked slowly towards him and around his desk, her heels tapping the floor lightly, her skirt just loose enough to rustle and as she turned to face the door he said "hands on my desk, on your palms, lean forward and spread your legs, don't look back.

She hesitated again. This was going farther than ever already. In the office. She finally did it though. Kept her eyes on the door, put her hands on the desk and slid her legs apart just a bit.

He picked up his phone and just said, "Carol, please see that we aren't disturbed for at least 15 minutes, Miss Ross and I are going over confidential customer information." He put the phone back and still sitting, rolled his chair backwards and behind her.

"Move back a step," he said, sliding just a bit back himself and she complied.

He watched her skirt ride up a bit as she slide her feet about a foot back, her hands on the desk causing her to bend at the waist. He let his hands reach out and caress her soft legs. His fingers trailing on the bare flesh below the skirt. Sliding across the outsides of her legs, across the back, up the thigh just to the tip of the skirt and back down.

"Did you complete your assignments today," he asked lightly.

"Yes," she said, her voice softer, almost pleading as his fingers slid up between her thighs, stopping before pushing into the skirt.

"Lets just see then" he said and lifted his hands to push up her skirt, exposing her bare, shaved pussy and asshole. He licked his lips but made himself wait, he returned his hands to teasing, now sliding all the way up her legs nearly to her sex, the scent already reaching him. "Tell me about it, in detail."

She shuddered slightly, either from embarrassment or arousal, her voice came out throaty and lusty. "I . . . " she paused, caught her breath. "I went to the place, not my normal place because of what you told me to say, and I had them do a Brazilian. I can't believe I said it, but I did. My master ordered me to do this."

"What did they do," he said and let his fingers brush her labia as they slid up again. With his other hand he pushed her legs slightly farther apart.

"Nothing," she said, "they ignored it and just did it. It hurt a bit and I gave a bigger tip."

"Shame," he said letting a finger from each hand trace all the way up her labia, skipping the entrance to her pussy and then sliding teasingly over her asshole. "I was sort of hoping they would call you a slut."

She chuckled in a way that was half angry and half aroused. They both knew she'd have been humiliated and that this would have been more arousing if she had been.

"And your other task," he asked, letting his middle finger actually slide into her pussy. It met no resistance and she let out a soft moan.

"I, I went home after and I masturbated," she said.

"Like a slut?" he asked, interrupting.

She moaned again, her voice throaty as he punctuated the word with a second finger inside her. "Oh fuck you," she said, "yes like a slut. I masturbated with a finger in my ass and then when I was about to cum I made myself stop. Then I did it again before bed and stopped."

He laughed.

"Fuck you," she said, "I was so horny I could barely sleep."

"Keep going," he said and began to gently piston his fingers in and out, curving them to slide against her g-spot.

"Then," she managed, "I woke up and dressed without panties and masturbated and didn't let myself cum again. I'm so horny right now you sadistic asshole."

He laughed again and slid his fingers out, gently pressing his lubricated middle finger against her asshole while moving the fingers of his other hand to her pussy, sliding two fingers in and rubbing her clit with his thumb while he pushed only the tip against her asshole. Not really pushing into it, but teasing that at any moment it might slip in.

Two months ago no man had ever done this. Two weeks ago no man had fucked her ass. Two days ago she had never done it to herself. And hear she was, moaning, gleefully excited at the threat of violation and sort of hating herself for liking it too. She wasn't even sure if she liked the feeling, she just got so hot at the idea of it.

He kept his fingers moving, sliding, rubbing and said, "you aren't going to cum here, you are far too loud for the office."

"Oh god you fuck," she moaned, "just stop then." He did not.

"Tonight," he said, "after work I am going to come over and you are going to have dinner ready. Then I will fuck you mercilessly and you may cum as many times as you like. After that, I think its time for us to have a serious talk about what we are doing."

With that he gave a short burst of speed, teasing her, pressing her closer and closer and then stopped and withdrew his hands.

"Turn, face me, kneel," he said and her eyes still dull with lust, she did so immediately. He presented the fingers fresh from her pussy. "Clean, I can't walk around smelling like slut in the office."

She did quickly and eagerly, this was a game they had done from almost the first night. She didn't dislike her own taste or like it, just the knowledge of what this man was having her do was so . . . . unbelievable.

He pulled the hand out of her lips with a faint wet smack as she sucked on them. Then he presented the other hand. The finger tip had pushed just slightly into her asshole.

Her eyes went to his, panicked slightly and she almost said no, her mouth opened but no noise came out. Don't ask me to do that, she wanted to say, that's so far and if I say no, if I say no this is over, it will break the spell.

Would she say no.

She could see in his eyes that he knew it. This was the precipice. It had been a dirty game so far. Two powerful people blowing off steam. He understood what was at stake. Either this one action would end everything or push it to a level that neither of them had expected.

"Clean it," he said softly.

She stared at the finger. It looked clean, glistened slightly with her own sexual fluids. It had just been slightly inside. It wouldn't be that bad and . . . . oh god she realized how turned on it made her. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to take the finger into her mouth, be filthy and have him fuck the shit out of her right on his desk. Damn the office.

She opened her mouth and closed it on the finger. She licked and sucked and stared him right in the eyes. And one last realization hit her. She'd have done the same if he had slid the finger all the way in. She wanted this and as he sat there holding her eyes with his, that she trusted him to only take her as far as she was willing to go.

He stopped her and said, "stand up, make yourself presentable."

She smiled and smoothed her skirt down. "So I will see you tonight?"

He grinned back, "I wouldn't miss it. Oh and . . . I think when we are alone and not speaking about business, you should call me Sir."

She took a deep breath and smiled. Still feeling horny and frustrated, but happy. "Yes sir."

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