Bent over the desk

“Bent over the desk,” Kira says immediately. “And then—could you sit in your chair and I could ride your—your cock?”

“Beautiful,” I respond with enthusiasm.

Kira immediately bends forward over the front of the desk and grabs the back edge with both hands. “Please, sir,” she says entreatingly, “I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just—when I saw you jacking off, your cock looked so long and thick and hard, I couldn’t stop looking. You don’t need to punish me, sir, really you don’t.”

Oh, so that’s how she wants to play it? I think in surprise. OK . . .

“Oh, I think you do,” I say sternly. “I think you want to get fucked, and I think you need to get fucked—hard; and you’re going to get what’s cumming to you.” I line up my dick with her drooling little pink hole and pause to think. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t pull a woman’s hair unless I knew she wanted it, but if this is her fantasy . . . I shrug and reach forward, grabbing a fistful of Kira’s fiery waves. She makes a startled noise in her throat; I assume she’s about to ask something, but I pull back hard and slam my big rod balls-deep in her sex, and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is an orgasmic shriek. Kira cums hard and I fuck her harder, battering her spasming cunt with my cock.

When Kira starts sounding coherent again, I reach around with my free hand and grab one of her swinging melons, kneading her springy flesh and pinching the nipple between my fingers. She shrieks and cums again, though not as hard. “You like that, baby girl?” I ask roughly. “You like being fucked into the desk, right where I work? You like being fucked like your sweet teenage body deserves? You’re such a hot fuck, Kira. You have the hottest, wettest little cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of sinking my dick into, and it’s as tight as any I’ve ever felt. Your tits are perfect—big and beautifully-shaped, just the right balance of soft and firm—your nipples are large and sensitive, perfectly pinchable . . . but the best thing is you’re so fucking responsive, so hungry for me, so hungry to get fucked like the sex goddess you are. Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my cock and scream my name like a slut in heat.”

Kira makes a strangled noise and screams, “Fuck! Ben!” Ahh, the power of suggestion, I think smugly as another climax floods her nerves. I ram my dick home and hold it there—I don’t think I could avoid cumming myself otherwise, and she still wants to ride my lap.

“And most of all,” I tell her when she quiets down, “I love how easy it is to make you scream.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kira moans. “And I’ve never had a cock this good . . . You’re so deep—so long and thick and warm and hard—I’m so full of cock—I’ve never been this full before . . . and you pulling my hair—no one’s ever done that—it felt so good . . . I’ve dreamed of this so many times, but this is better than I ever dreamed . . .”

She groans in sudden emptiness when I pull out and go sit on my chair. “Come on, sexy girl,” I tell her. “Climb on.”