Dumped

David’s rhythm grew rougher. The desk shook under every thrust. Isabella’s broken pleas had turned into short, choked gasps as he drove into her harder and deeper than before.

“Please—David—slow down—”

He ignored her completely. His hands clamped tighter on her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave deep bruises, and he started fucking her with short, brutal strokes that slammed her against the edge of the desk over and over.

“You don’t get to tell me to slow down,” he growled. “Not when this tight little cunt is gripping me like it never wants me to leave.”

The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder and faster. Isabella’s tits dragged back and forth across the wooden surface. Tears kept spilling from her eyes, mixing with the smeared mascara already staining the desk. She tried to push herself up once, but David shoved her back down with a firm hand between her shoulder blades and kept pounding her.

“Feel that?” he panted, voice rough. “That’s me claiming what belongs to Daniel. Every inch of this pussy is going to remember my cock.”

He reached under her, grabbed one of her swinging breasts, and squeezed it hard while he fucked her even faster. Isabella cried out, the sound muffled against the desk. Her legs trembled. The thick length of him stretched her with every ruthless thrust, the wetness between them growing louder and messier.

“David—please—I can’t take it—”

“You can and you will.” He yanked her hair again, forcing her back into a deeper arch so he could slam into her at a sharper angle. “This is what you agreed to. This is how you keep his job. So take it like the dirty cheating slut you are.”

His hips crashed against her ass in a relentless rhythm, the desk creaking loudly beneath them. Isabella’s voice broke into helpless, hiccupping sobs with every thrust. She could feel herself getting even wetter despite the tears, her body responding even as she begged him to stop.

David’s breathing turned harsh and uneven. His thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more punishing.

“I’m going to fill this cunt,” he rasped. “I’m going to dump every drop inside you so you walk around the rest of the day with my cum leaking out of you while you smile at your fiancé.”

Isabella shook her head weakly against the desk, still crying.

“Please—not inside—David—”

He only fucked her harder, the wet, filthy sounds of his cock driving into her filled pussy echoing through the office. His grip on her hair and hip turned almost painful as he buried himself to the hilt one last time and held there, grinding deep.

A low, guttural groan tore out of him as he started cumming.

Thick, heavy pulses of cum flooded her pussy in strong spurts. Isabella felt every jet of it, hot and deep, forcing a broken whimper out of her throat. David kept her locked against the desk, cock twitching and pumping inside her until he had nothing left to give. Even after the last spurt he stayed buried, breathing hard, making sure every drop stayed packed inside her.

Only when he was finished did he slowly pull out.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately followed, running down the inside of her thigh and dripping onto the floor. Isabella remained bent over the desk, shaking, skirt still flipped up, panties stretched around her knees, his cum leaking steadily from her used cunt.

David stepped back and looked at the mess he had made of her while he calmly fixed his pants and belt.

“Fuck me...,” he said, still catching his breath. He looks down at Isabella's bare ass and gives it quick squeeze.“Good girl, don't tell anyone about this. Daniel’s position is safe for now. Don’t make me regret that.”

Isabella pushed herself up on unsteady arms. Her legs felt weak. She pulled her panties back into place—the fabric immediately soaked through with what he had left inside her—and smoothed her skirt down with trembling hands. The blouse still hung open. Her breasts were marked with red fingerprints and shiny with tears. She didn’t bother trying to button it fully.

She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, smearing the ruined mascara even more, then walked to the door without looking at him.

The hallway felt too bright and too quiet. Isabella kept her arms loosely crossed over her chest as she walked back to her office, every step reminding her of the thick cum still leaking out of her with every movement. She unlocked the door, stepped inside making sure no one else was there, and locked it behind her.

Only then did she let herself lean against it and slide down to the floor.

Her phone buzzed on the desk.

Isabella stared at the message for a long time, still sitting on the floor of her office with the dean’s cum slowly soaking through her panties, before she finally reached up and typed a reply with shaking fingers.