Craig gets a text from Leslie

Craig’s phone was buzzing on his desk at work. He picked the phone it was text from Leslie it was video of her riding the young guys cock. He watched Leslie make the young guy cum with and he filled her pussy full of his cum. The text was pictures of pussy of his cum.

As he sat the phone back down on his desk he said “what good slut”. That’s when the young intern that was sucking his dick under his desk said “ who me?”

As he sat the phone back down on his desk he said “what good slut.” That’s when the young intern that was sucking his dick under his desk said “who me?”

Craig chuckled, running his fingers through her hair as she looked up at him with wide, inexperienced eyes. “Oh yes, dear,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Her cheeks flushed pink as she hesitated for just a second, her soft lips still wrapped around him. She had never done this before, and the weight of his cock on her tongue made her pulse race.

Brandy’s lips tightened around him as she took him deeper, her inexperienced enthusiasm making Craig groan. Her fingers trembled where they gripped his thighs, nails digging in just enough to leave faint red marks. She pulled back slowly, saliva glistening on her swollen lips, and glanced up at him with a nervous smile.

“You like that, Mr. Stone ?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Craig smirked, gripping the back of her head. “You’re learning fast, Brandy.”

Before she could respond, he guided her mouth back down, his hips lifting slightly off the chair as she took him all the way to the base.

Craig’s grip tightened in Brandy’s hair as she bobbed her head, her plump lips stretched around his thickness. He couldn’t resist glancing down at her—her blouse had slipped open just enough to reveal the soft swell of her tits, exactly the kind he loved, full and begging to be groped. His free hand slid down, squeezing the curve of her ass through her skirt, the flesh yielding under his fingers just the way he liked it—thick and jiggly.

A muffled whimper escaped her as he pushed her deeper, her nose pressing against his stomach. Saliva dripped down his shaft, her inexperience making every movement sloppy and ****.

Craig groaned as Brandy’s throat fluttered around him, her inexperience making every inch of his cock throb. He tugged her hair just enough to pull her back, her lips making a wet pop as she gasped for air.

"Now, Mr. Stone—" she started, but he cut her off with a rough chuckle.

"Call me Craig," he growled, thumb tracing her spit-slick lower lip. "Especially since you're being such a good little virgin for me."

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid under her chin, tilting her face up. "I—I was saving myself," she whispered, her voice trembling. "

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid under her chin, tilting her face up. "I—I was saving myself," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Oh really?" Craig smirked, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip, slick with spit. "And who were you saving it for, Brandy?"

Her eyelashes fluttered as she swallowed hard, his cock still throbbing against her cheek. "I-I thought… maybe someone special," she admitted, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.

Craig chuckled darkly, tightening his grip in her hair just enough to make her whimper. "And yet here you are,"

He murmured, his free hand moving to the front of her blouse. With rough fingers, he tugged at the buttons one by one until the fabric fell open, revealing the swell of her tits straining against the lace of her bra. Her breath came in shallow gasps as cool air hit her skin, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the sheer material.

His thumb traced the edge of her bra, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath before slipping underneath to palm her fully.

Craig’s fingers trailed down her collarbone, pausing at the first snap of her bra. With a deliberate flick, he popped it open, the tiny sound sharp in the quiet office. Brandy shivered as the lace loosened, her breath hitching when he moved to the next clasp.

Pop.

Her tits jiggled slightly as the restraint gave way, the bra sagging.

Pop.

The last snap surrendered, and the fabric slithered down her arms, pooling at her elbows before falling to the floor.

Brandy gasped as Craig’s calloused hands groped her bare tits, kneading the soft flesh like dough. She was putty in his hands, her back arching instinctively as his thumbs brushed over her stiffening nipples. "Oh—Mr. Stone!" she whimpered, her voice cracking as his mouth descended, hot and hungry.

His lips sealed around one pink peak, sucking hard enough to make her thighs clench. A wet, obscene noise filled the office as he swirled his tongue, teeth grazing just enough to tease. Her fingers scrambled against his shoulders, nails biting into his shirt as he switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same rough attention.

His tongue flicked against her nipple as his free hand slid up her thigh, hiking her skirt higher. The rough pads of his fingers grazed the damp lace of her panties, and Brandy whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.

Craig chuckled against her breast, sucking a bruise into her skin as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear. With one sharp tug, the lace tore, the sound muffled by her choked gasp.

Her pussy was already slick, her thighs trembling as he traced her slit with a single teasing finger. "So wet already," he murmured, biting down on her nipple just hard enough to make her cry out.

Brandy’s breath came in ragged gasps as Craig’s fingers slid through her slick folds, his thumb circling her clit with rough precision. “M-Mr.

Mr. Stone please stop “as he found her swollen clit and began to rub it. “ oh my that feels good” as she let out a moan of pleasure

"Mr. Stone, please stop—" Brandy gasped as his fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that sent electric shocks of pleasure up her spine. Her protest melted into a breathy moan, her hips rocking against his hand despite herself. "Oh my... that feels good..."

Craig smirked, watching her face twist with pleasure as he kept the pressure steady, his other hand still tangled in her hair. "You say stop," he murmured, "but your body's begging for more." His fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance before pushing two fingers deep inside, curling just right to make her cry out.

Her nipples stood rock-hard as his fingers worked her, her pussy dripping against his palm as he rubbed tight circles around her clit. "Oh—I've never had a man touch me like this," she whimpered, her thighs trembling. "Oh God, that feels good..."

Craig growled low in his throat, watching her squirm as he pressed deeper, his fingers slick with her arousal. "You like that, Brandy?" he murmured, twisting his wrist just so, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit as his fingers thrust. "Fuck, you're soaked."

Her back arched off the desk, a high-pitched moan tearing from her throat as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

Her thighs clenched around his wrist as he worked her mercilessly, the slick sounds of his fingers pistoning inside her mixing with her ragged whimpers. "You're gonna come for me, Brandy," Craig growled, pressing his thumb harder against her throbbing clit. "Right here in my office—your first time."

Her breath hitched as the pressure built, toes curling in her heels as heat pooled low in her belly. "I—I can't—" she gasped, but her body betrayed her, hips bucking wildly as he crooked his fingers just right. Then it hit her—a white-hot burst of pleasure that tore through her like lightning.

"That's it, Brandy," Craig growled, his breath hot against her ear as her body convulsed. "Cum for me. Cum for me, you slut." His fingers never slowed, fucking her with relentless precision as her thighs trembled around his wrist.

Her back arched off the desk, a high-pitched cry tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her in waves. Every muscle clenched—her pussy gripping his fingers like a vice, her toes curling in her heels, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

Brandy’s chest heaved as she came down from her high, her body limp against the desk, her skin flushed and glistening. “Oh my… that felt so good,” she panted, her voice shaky with aftershocks.

Craig’s fingers glistened with her slick arousal as he pulled them free, his dark eyes locked on hers. “That’s just the start, my dear,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. Slowly, deliberately, he brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue sliding between them to lick her taste from his skin.

A whimper escaped Brandy’s lips as she watched him savor her, her thighs instinctively pressing together at the sight.

Craig’s hands moved with deliberate purpose, stripping the last scraps of fabric from Brandy’s trembling body. The skirt pooled around her waist before he shoved it down her hips, letting it crumple to the floor. Her panties—already ruined—were peeled away with a rough tug, baring her completely to his hungry gaze. She whimpered as the cool office air ghosted over her damp skin, her nipples pebbling tighter under his scrutiny.

"Now you," he growled, stepping back just enough to loom over her. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, his eyes never leaving hers. "Pull them down. All the way."

Brandy's fingers trembled as she reached for Craig's waistband, her breath hitching when she encountered the hard heat straining against his slacks. The zipper's metallic hiss seemed deafening in the quiet office as she peeled the fabric down his hips, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and already glistening at the tip.

"Good girl," Craig murmured, guiding her hand to wrap around his length. Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers barely spanning his girth, but he pressed her palm firmly against him, forcing her to feel every throbbing inch. "Now stroke it. Slow at first—just like I taught you with your mouth."

Brandy’s fingers tightened hesitantly around Craig’s cock, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of him in her palm. His skin was hot velvet over steel, pulsing against her touch as she began to move her hand in slow, tentative strokes. A bead of precum glistened at his tip, and when her thumb brushed over it, Craig’s jaw clenched—his grip on her hair tightening just enough to make her whimper.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice rough.

Her wide, nervous eyes flicked up to meet his as she worked him, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.

Brandy’s breath hitched as Craig’s grip tightened in her hair, forcing her gaze to stay locked with his. The weight of his cock in her hand was overwhelming, the heat of him searing her palm as she stroked him with trembling fingers. His nostrils flared at the slow drag of her touch, his hips flexing ever so slightly to push deeper into her grasp.

"Do you want me to take your virginity?" Craig’s voice was a dark murmur, his thumb tracing the damp swell of her lower lip. "Or are you still saving yourself?" Her pulse hammered in her throat, her mouth going dry as his question hung between them.

Brandy’s lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his thumb pressed harder against her mouth. “Oh yes… it’s yours to take, Mr. Stone,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “But please… please be gentle with me.”

Craig’s smirk was dark, possessive, as he leaned in, his free hand sliding down her bare waist to grip her hip. “Gentle?” he repeated, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “I’ll be gentle… at first.”

With that, he guided her backward until the edge of his desk pressed into the backs of her thighs.

Craig’s grip on her hip tightened as he guided the swollen head of his cock between her trembling thighs. Brandy gasped as the hot, blunt pressure nudged against her slick folds, her virgin flesh yielding just enough to make her whimper.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gritted out, his voice rough with restraint as he pressed forward, her delicate lips stretching obscenely around his girth. A sharp, breathless cry escaped her as he breached her, the sting of penetration making her fingers clutch at the edge of the desk.

Brandy's entire body tensed as Craig's cock pressed insistently against her entrance, her virgin resistance making him throb against her delicate folds. "Easy," he growled, though his grip on her hips betrayed his impatience—his fingers dug into her soft flesh as he rocked forward, the blunt head catching, slipping, then catching again.

A broken whimper tore from her throat when he finally surged forward, the pop of her tightness giving way sending a shockwave through them both. "Fuck—" Craig hissed through clenched teeth as her walls fluttered around him, impossibly hot and clenching like a velvet fist.

Craig buried himself to the hilt with one relentless thrust, his balls slapping against her damp skin as her inner walls stretched impossibly tight around him. A ragged moan tore from Brandy’s throat, her nails biting into his shoulders as she arched against the desk, her body trembling with the overwhelming fullness.

“That’s it,” he growled against her collarbone, his breath hot as he licked a slow, possessive stripe up her throat. “Take every fucking inch.”

He didn’t move—just let her squirm beneath him, her slick heat pulsing around his cock as she adjusted.

Brandy’s breath came in short, **** gasps as she clung to him, her body trembling around the thick intrusion. “Oh, Mr. Stone—that feels—oh fuck—” Her voice broke as he flexed his hips experimentally, dragging his cock just an inch back before pressing deeper, stretching her even further.

“You are full of me,” Craig murmured, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. He watched the way her lashes fluttered, the way her lips parted around another helpless moan as he rolled his hips in a slow, torturous circle.

Craig’s hands tightened on her hips as he began to move—slow at first, a deliberate drag of his cock that made Brandy’s breath stutter. Every inch of withdrawal left her clenching around him, her slick walls clinging desperately as if begging him not to leave. Then, with a rough exhale, he pushed back in, deeper this time, the stretch bordering on unbearable as her body struggled to accommodate him.

A whimper spilled from her lips, high and broken, as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust coaxing another gasp, another tremble from her untouched flesh.

Brandy's back arched off the desk as Craig's thrusts found a punishing rhythm, the slap of flesh echoing in the quiet office. Her thighs trembled against his hips, her nails carving half-moons into his shoulders as the pressure built low in her belly. "I can't—oh God—" The words dissolved into a choked moan as his cockhead grazed that tender spot inside her, the sensation so intense her vision whited out for a second.

Craig growled when her walls suddenly clenched like a vice around him, her entire body seizing as her first orgasm ripped through her.

Craig's grip turned brutal as Brandy's orgasm milked him—her inner walls fluttering like a **** heartbeat around his cock. A guttural curse tore from his throat as his hips stuttered, the sudden pressure on his shaft making his balls draw up tight. "Fuck, you little—" His control shattered as her pussy kept squeezing, each ripple pushing him closer.

He pistoned into her with rough, shallow thrusts, the desk creaking beneath them as he chased his release. Brandy sobbed beneath him, oversensitive and trembling, her body still convulsing with aftershocks as he fucked her through it.

Craig's hips jerked forward one last time as his cock swelled impossibly thick inside her, his release hitting her deepest walls in hot, pulsing waves. Brandy's back arched off the desk with a choked scream as the scalding flood triggered another climax—her tight little cunt convulsing around him in ****, fluttering spasms that milked every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

His fingers dug bruises into her hips as he ground deeper, his growl raw and animalistic while his cum painted her virgin walls white. The wet, filthy sounds of their joining filled the office—her slick folds stretched obscenely around his still-hard length, his spend already leaking out around the base where their bodies met.

Brandy's vision swam back into focus, her chest heaving as she blinked up at the ceiling tiles. The weight of Craig's body pressed her into the desk, his cock still buried deep inside her—thick and twitching as the last pulses of his release spilled into her clutching heat. A whimper escaped her swollen lips when she felt it—the hot, sticky trickle seeping out around where they were joined, proof of what he'd done.

"Oh God," she breathed, her thighs trembling as the reality crashed over her. Her fingers flexed against his sweat-slick shoulders, nails scraping lightly as she tried to process the sticky warmth spreading inside her.

Craig's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched realization dawn across Brandy's flushed face. His cock gave a lazy twitch inside her still-fluttering walls when she gasped, "D-did you cum inside of me?" Her voice cracked on the last word, pupils blown wide with a mix of shock and lingering pleasure.

He didn’t pull out, instead grinding his hips deeper just to hear her breath hitch. "Oh shit, you did cum inside me," she whimpered, thighs trembling as another thick pulse of his release seeped from her stretched entrance. The proof dripped onto the desk beneath them, warm and slick between her thighs.