[f] playing a whore for an older [m]an once again.

It's been a little while since I posted about meeting up with an older man from tinder and getting fucked like a whore in his hotel room and figured a follow-up about our christmas-party office fuck might be a worthwhile follow-up.

We'd been seeing each other casually – mostly for sex – for a few months by the time the holidays rolled around and he asked me to go with him. For him, it was a chance to show off the hot young piece of ass he'd been playing with for the past few months. He promised to give me money for a new dress and told me there'd be free champagne. I'm a sucker for free champagne.

He texted me throughout the day, making little demands. He wanted my hair down. He wanted my dress to be bright and short to show of my legs. He wanted it to be backless. He wanted me to keep my makeup light and neutral and to look hot and "young as fuck". That's hardly a problem when you've just turned 19 and are half korean.

He sent a cab for me just before the festivities began. It was at a restaurant in the base of their building. When he greeted me at the door he took me by the arm and whispered in my ear asking it was I wearing underwear. I told him just panties and he sent me to the bathroom to take them off and bring them to him. I came back with them clenched in my palm and slid them into his fist. He put them in his pocket.

There was lots of champagne – and other drinks – and he did an excellent job making sure I was never without. I was slowly getting tipsy. As I've said before, I'm the kind of girl who bubbly hits them in the horny spot hard. I get raging wet for cock when I get a little alcohol in me and he was making sure I was well watered.

He was making the rounds, introducing me to different people and chatting with them. As he'd talk he'd stroke my arm or my hair. Just little touches to show I was thoroughly his. When we finally sat down he inched his chair close and stroked my thigh, working the dress up just a smidge. He never made eye contact but just kept hiking the dress up further and further until my pussy was exposed. He fingered me just shallowly but when I got too flustered he stopped. Professional occasion after all. After dinner they cleared the room a little and he was talking about something super boring – golf maybe? – and I peaced off to chat with a few of his coworkers. I should mention that he's very successful in what I'd like to do when I graduate school. I was kind of hoping he'd hook me up with an internship so I figured I'd mingle and network. Two of the coworkers were pretty attractive young men. One of them was pretty blatant in his staring – which was kind of the point of the exercise for my man I guess and the entire reason he brought me along.

I felt my phone buzz in my purse and when I got a chance I snuck a peek. He told me to excuse myself and head to the bathroom. We were in a separate events style area of the restaurant and it had, around the corner, one of those single-cell bathrooms. I think they're used for wheel chair people and new moms or something. This one had a change table in it. I waited for about three minutes before I hear a knock on the door and I open it just a crack. He pushes in and presses me back against the wall, kissing me. He turns me around so I'm pressed chest-first against it and hauls up my dress and slaps my ass hard. He leans in and tells me it's for being a whore – for wanting other men to look at me. He spanks me and I'm dripping. I love how dominant he is. I thought he'd fuck me right there but he didn't. He pulled down the table and set me on top of it, kissing me. My lipstick was smeared beyond repair at this point as he took advantage of my mouth. He's a passionate kisser and very skilled. He pulled away and I tried to haul him back by his tie but he pushed me back and held me hard, telling me to behave myself. The dress was up around my belly at this point. He spread my legs, hunching down a little, and started kissing and licking my pussy. I was wet wet wet and he was spreading my juice around and pumping away at my vagina while his teeth and lips pulled and rubbed and flicked my clit. I was extremely close to coming when he pulled back. He took a shaky step back, smoothed his hair (by this point mussed by my fingers while he pleasured me), wiped off my lipstick and straightened his shirt. He pulled me down – by this point I was like a knock-kneed idiot and started straightening my dress and taming my hair.

I whined. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his cum dripping out of my pussy. I needed an orgasm. He shushed me and told me not to be such a needy bitch. He told me I was going to wash my face and then I was going to come back out the party. We were going to stay exactly 7 more minutes and then we were going to leave.

I did as he asked and we mingled just a bit more. I could feel the wet stickyness between my legs at this point. It was a long seven minutes. When we got in the elevator to leave I thought for sure we'd be headed for his car where I could suck him off, get him hard, and we'd have a quick fuck. Instead he hits his office floor and we start to rise. He grinds against my ass and I feel his cock hard against my upper back. I moan and his kisses my neck a little, biting his way down in sexy little nips. He tells me that he's dreamed about fucking me spread on his desk since we met and tonight he's going to live that fantasy.

We get to his office. It's a big glass unit – no doors or walls really. You can see every desk on the floor pretty much. He props me up against the desk and I race to unzip him as we kiss. He yanks my dress down and the strap catches. He gives it a huge tug and my breasts spilled out and do this incredible bounce I'd only ever seen in the porn we watched together. He grinned – it was something I knew made him super hot.

I hike my legs around him, parting them so he can step between and the dress rises around my thighs. I could smell myself that's how wet I was. He fingers my clit ruthlessly and I'm so worked up I come. He slaps my vagina hard – because he didn't mean to let me come and I'm a whore for being so easy. But we both know that just works me up more. I'm all but frantic with the need to be filled and stretched. I'm sensitive still when he enters me, pussy convulsing as he pushes inside. I buck off the desk and his phone topples off and hits the floor. He ignores it and gives me a fucking huge thrust, pushing my legs up to my chest. He's pounding me incredibly deeply – he feels huge inside me. I knew neither of us would last long because of the intense build up all night but even quick it was one of the best fucks I've had. He pushed my hand down between us to finger my clit while he thrust inside me. He was entirely dressed – only his cock was out – and I was spread eagle over his desk, dress pushed into a single band around my stomach. He squeezed and kissed my chest while fucking my pussy. I hugged his cock tight with my inner muscles and I felt him give me one big last thrust before he came deep inside me.

He sat back on his chair, pretty much eye level with my pussy. When I tried to climb off his desk he just laid his hand on my stomach and held me in place. He wanted to watch his cum slide out of me. He pulled out his phone and recorded it. He loved those little mementos.

When I went to get redressed later I found he'd mangled the strap badly. It wouldn't stay up over my tits at all. He had to give me his spare shirt from his desk to wear. When we took the elevator down to get into his car one of the partygoers – one of the other partner's secretaries – got in and they one hundred percent knew what had happened. No possibility they missed my wearing a men's shirt, heels in hand, hair fucked to high heaven or his satisfied smirk.

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