"Come in."
I admire the shape of your body, legs reaching up into your hips. Smoothed and covered by the skirt and tights. Your arms full of papers, hair pulled up with horn rimmed glasses.
"Please, have a seat."
The papers solidly thud onto the desk as you sit down across from me, with an urgent look on your face.
"Mr. Smith, I know you're busy, but I know the contract is due today and…"
You're leaning forward, hurriedly scrambling through the stack of papers you just set down. I admire your cleavage and just catch a glimpse of your bra peeking out from underneath your shirt.
"You're right”, I say cutting you off. “It is an important contact, but there's something we need to do first."
A look of concern crosses your face. "Sir…?"
I stand up and begin walking around the desk.
"You may not know, but today is your 6-month review. You've been well, and I know you've been eager to take on bigger things."
You gulp nervously. "Sir, do you think I'm ready? I mean, I feel like I'm ready for more."
I step closer to you, my waist at your eye level. I can sense your mood shifting from harried employee.
"Stand up."
"But sir, the contract…" Your voice trails off in a half hearted protest.
"Ah-ah, you let me worry about that. Right now, it's time for you to get what you deserve."
I reach down and grasp your hand and pull you up. I savor the anticipation on your face.
"Now, face away from me and place your elbows on the desk. Knees straight, bend at the waist. That's good."
"You've been very good about doing everything I tell you and that hasn't gone unnoticed."
I stare quietly at your body prostrate before me.
"Sir?" You say breathing heavily. "What are you noticing now?"
“I’m noticing the teardrop shape of your ass.”
“Mmm.. Yes”
“I’m also noticing the tights squeezing your thighs.”
“I love them, they feel so good, like hands grabbing me.”
“I see that you’ve worn those shoes I like.” They're a shiny red with what must be a 4 inch heel. “Your come-fuck-me-heels, aren’t they?”
“Mmm… yes, I love wearing them for you”
“Is that because you need to be fucked?”
You moan in response.
"Now, lift your skirt up. Up higher, up over your butt."
You pull your skirt up slowly until it slips over your ass, your cheeks bounce and you moan again.
I catch the glint of something shiny under your tights.
"Is that what I think it is?" I ask.
"Sir?"
"Are you wearing a butt plug? When did you become such a dirty little slut?"
"I can't help it sir, you've turned me into this."
"Well if you're going to dress like a slut, I'm going to fuck you like a slut, is that what you want?"
"Yesss, please sir, please fuck me. Please fuck my dirty little asshole too."
My cock is throbbing, pushing painfully against my slacks. I've never been this hard before.
“Show me your pussy.” You reach back and begin to pull down your tights.
“No, like this.” I step forward and tear a hole in your tights, revealing your shiny metal butt plug and smooth pussy.
“Mmmmmm….” You cry out in response, your voice throaty and full. I stare at you, bent over in front of me, arms splayed out, hair disheveled. Your body so open, waiting for me, needing me.
“Sir?” You moan, and arch your back slightly, exposing more of your beautiful hole. “Please?”
I practically tear my cock from my slacks, and grab handfuls of your ass as I slide my cock into your pussy.
You push back against me and we moan in unison, deeply and passionately.
"Oh fuck me, fill me up. Fill up your slutty little assistant."
You feel me pumping into you hard and fast, the urgency of the desire to be inside you, to be inside you as deep as I can go.
"Oh god sir, you're going to make me… “
I feel you spasm underneath me, your grunts becoming screams of pleasure. My moaning intensifies, almost a constant stream of noise now, rising and falling, panting and groaning.
“Cum… for me… my… dirty… little slut…”
“I'm cumming… Oooo, fuuuuck…"
I can’t hold on any longer, your spasming pussy pushes me over the edge and I pump load after load deep into you.
“Oh god sir… “ you lie panting on the desk. “I’ve never… oh fuck.. that felt so good…”
My hands release their grip on your ass. Neither of us move, we just pant and enjoy the sensations. The heat, the sweat, the penetration.
Our breathing slows and my cock starts to slide out of you.
“Sir?” You say as you shift your hips and grip me with your pussy. “Don’t forget..”
“Don’t forget what?” I ask
“Don’t forget… my ass… it needs to get fucked too…”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3rdjtf/the_new_assistant_mfmdomoffice
this story is hot as fuck and so are your pics/gifs. i would love to be this assistant.