Good and full of novelty

The next morning, Emma wakes up in bed with a throbbing headache. Her body aches from the rough sex she had with Kyle last night. She rolls over, wincing at the bright light streaming through the window. Yesterday was a total disaster. She can't believe she sent Kyle to Michele. Emma groans, sitting up in bed. Her mind swims with regrets and embarrassment. She can't believe she let Kyle fuck her like that, to the point when she literally sent him to the nearest amazonian women that she knew about.

Kyle strides purposefully into Michele's office, his cock already hard from the memory of fucking Emma. He slams the door shut behind him and marches over to Michele's desk, where she sits primly in her expensive suit. "Well, well, well," he says, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like we're going to have some fun today."

Michele looks up at Kyle, her expression carefully neutral. "What a surprise. What can I do for you?"

Well, you see, it's like this," Kyle says, leaning against the desk and unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the dark trail of hair leading down to his erection. "Emma has been wanting to order some new lingerie. She's been talking about it for months, but she's been too busy with work. And she's been really looking forward to it. I mean, she's been talking about it all the time."

Michele raises an eyebrow at Kyle. "And you're here to...?"

Kyle grins, his eyes flickering over to Michele's cleavage. "Well, I figured you'd be the perfect person to help her out. You know, give her some recommendations. Maybe even show her a few things she might like." He pauses, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And if you're feeling really generous, you could even model some of it for her. She'd appreciate that, I'm sure."

Michele purses her lips and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "Well, Kyle, I don't know how much time I can spare today. But I suppose I could help her out." She smirks, knowing exactly what he's after. "Why don't you have a seat?" She gestures towards the chair in front of her desk. "And we'll see what we can find for Emma."

Kyle gratefully sits down in the chair, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he watches Michele move around the office. "That would be great, Michele. Really. I know Emma would appreciate it." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and steeples his fingers together, his eyes never leaving her body. "And if you could maybe... personalize it a little bit, make it more about us... that would be even better."

Michele turns to face Kyle, her expression cool. "And just what did you have in mind, Kyle?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. "Something involving the two of us?" She slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. "Or perhaps you'd like to see me do something... a little more daring?" Her blouse hangs open, revealing her lacy black bra. Kyle stands up and starts feeling her breast up. "Oh, fuck yeah," he breathes, cupping her breast in his hand. "That's it, Michele. Show me what you've got." He kneads her breast through the fabric of her bra, his other hand moving lower, toying with the button of her skirt. "I want to see you naked on you knees for me. Begging me to fuck you."

Michele lets out a shiver of pleasure as Kyle's hand massages her breast. She leans into his touch, arching her back slightly. "You're such a dirty boy, Kyle," she whispers, her voice low and seductive. "But I am not an easy woman to please." She pushes him away, stepping back out of his reach. "You'll have to work for it." She continues to work on Emma's order pretending to look for something specific, but her movements are growing more sensual with each passing second.

Kyle grins, his eyes locked on Michele as he unbuttons his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Oh, I'll work for it," he says, stepping closer to her. "I'll do whatever you want." He slowly begins to jerk off on the couch, watching her every move as she continues to work on Emma's order. "Just tell me what you want, Michele."

Michele tries to act nonchalant as she continues to search for something in the drawers of her desk. She glances over at Kyle, his cock in his hand, and the way he's staring at her. It's almost as if he's daring her to make the first move. She bites her bottom lip, and tries to act smart, "Well, it seems you cannot hold out too long, Kyle. Perhaps I should help you with that."

"Nah, I am good." And continues to jerk off his cock. "But if you want to help... why don't you crawl over here?" He pauses for a moment, letting the tension build. "And suck on it."

Michele purses her lips, her expression cool. "Oh, you think you can just command me like that?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm a very busy woman, you know." She leans forward, her breasts pressing against the counter. "But, if you insist..."

"I'm not insisting, Michele," Kyle says, his voice low and commanding. "I'm ordering you." He motions for her to crawl over to him, his cock twitching in his hand. "Now, get on your knees and show me what a good little slut you are." He pumps his cock faster, anticipation building in his body. "Oh, I am getting close... I'm going to cum soon..."

Michele's cheeks flush with heat as Kyle's words wash over her. She hates how much she wants this, how much she needs his cum inside of her. But she can't let him know that. She slowly crawls over to him on her knees, her breasts swaying enticingly. "Oh, you think I'm your little slut now?" she asks, her voice laced with mocking amusement. "Maybe if you're lucky..."

“Do not care what you think." Kyle growls, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Just suck it." He pushes his cock towards her mouth, eager for her to take it. His breath hitches as he feels the head of his cock press against her lips. "Eyes up, bitch." He orders, not wanting her to look away from him for even a second.

Michele is unhappy to suck a cock but she does so. Her lips press against the shaft of his cock, her teeth grazing the tender skin. Her tongue darts out to lick up the salty precum that coats the head of his cock. Kyle groans deeply, his hips bucking forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. His hands find their way to her hair, gripping tightly as he fucks her mouth with his cock.

Kyle's thrusts become faster, harder, more **** as he nears the edge. His hips buck forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. His hands grip her hair, holding her in place as he fucks her face. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense with the effort of holding back. "Fuck... Michele..." he groans, feeling the familiar tightening in his balls. "Beg me... to cum in your throat..."

She gags on his cock as he thrusts deeper into her throat, her eyes never leaving his. She hates how much she wants this, how much she needs his cum inside of her. But she can't let him know that. "C-cum in my throat," she manages to **** out between gagging noises. "I want it all, Kyle. Fill me up..." Her voice trails off as he continues to fuck her face, his hips moving faster and faster.

With a loud groan, Kyle releases his cum into Michele's throat, his hips bucking violently as he fills her mouth. She feels his hot seed spill down her throat, **** her briefly as he empties his cock. Finally, he pulls his softening cock from her mouth, wiping the back of his hand across her lips to catch the last of his cum.

Kyle pants heavily, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at Michele. Her lips are red and swollen from his rough treatment, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire. He can't believe how much he's enjoying this power trip. With a growl, he roughly grabs her hair and pulls her to her feet, positioning her doggy style on the carpet in front of the couch.

Kyle pulls Michele's skirt up, revealing her bare bottom as positions himself behind. "Do you want to get those carpet burns?" Kyle growls, his cock already hardening at the thought of fucking her from behind.

"Yes..." Michele moans, arching her back as Kyle roughly fucks her from behind. "Fuck me hard, Kyle. Make me feel it." Her words are laced with desire and submission, her body begging for him to take control. Her fingers dig into the carpet, her nails leaving small indentations as she tries to find purchase to help her stay upright.

"Everybody will see what a slut you are," Kyle growls, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy with brutal ****. He grabs her hips roughly, his fingers digging into her skin as he fucks her hard. "You're mine to use, Michele. My little whore."

Michele's breath comes in ragged gasps as Kyle fucks her hard, her body trembling with the **** of each thrust. She can feel the heat of his cock as it pushes deep inside of her, stretching her tight pussy. "Yes... Kyle..." she moans, her voice laced with desire and submission. "Fuck me like that... make me yours..." Her hips rise to meet his, wanting more of his rough and demanding lovemaking.

The carpet beneath them begins to fray as Kyle's thrusts grow ever more powerful, his hips slamming into Michele's ass with brutal ****. He grabs her hair, yanking her head back, and growls, "You like being my little fucktoy, don't you?" Her moans of pleasure only seem to fuel his lust, driving him deeper and harder inside of her.

Michele's body quakes with ecstasy as Kyle's harsh words and rough thrusts drive her closer to the edge. "Yes..." she gasps, arching her back as he slams into her over and over. "Please... cum inside..." Her hands dig into the carpet, her nails leaving small tears as she fights to maintain her balance, wanting all of him, needing him to fill her up.

With a primal growl, Kyle releases his seed deep inside of her, filling her up with his hot cum. His cock throbs as he empties himself, and he can feel her pussy clench around him in response. "There you go, my little slut," he grunts, his hips still moving even as he comes. "That's what I like to see."

As Kyle's orgasm subsides, he pulls out of Michele, leaving her panting and spent on the carpet. He grabs her hair and pulls her onto the couch cushion, forcing her to breathe in the scent of his musky cum and her own arousal. "Now, that's what I like to see," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "A little whore who knows her place."

Michele's cheeks flush as Kyle pushes her face into his crotch, the warmth of his cock against her lips, the musky scent filling her nostrils. She keeps her mouth shut too embarrassed to speak. Her body trembles with anticipation as she smells him, tastes him, feels him against her. She wants more, needs more. "Kyle, please..." she whispers, her voice shaky.

Kyle chuckles darkly, feeling a surge of power course through him as he presses her face into his crotch. "I don't think you understand what it means to be my little whore, Michele." He grinds his cock against her face. "You're mine to use however I want, whenever I want. You're nothing but a piece of meat to me now." He reaches down, gripping her hair tightly and forcing her shut mouth to his balls. "And good little sluts get rewarded with creampies."

Michele whimpers, her face burning as she feels Kyle's cock against her lips, his warmth filling her mouth. "You promise to cum in my pussy if I... if I do a good job?" she asks, her voice barely audible. She can taste his sweat on her tongue, the familiar salty flavor mixed with the musk of his arousal.

Kyle laughs darkly, the sound vibrating against her lips. "Oh, Michele... you're so sweet to offer that. But I'm going to make you work for it." He grips her hair tighter, holding her in place as he begins to thrust his hips, grinding his cock against her lips and tongue. "You're going to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, and then I'll decide if I'm in the mood to fill you up with my seed." His hips move faster, his breath hot against her ear as he groans. "And don't you dare stop, or I'll make you regret it."