He makes you beg

You whimper, not answering, and he gives you you another hard slap on the ass, making you squeal.

"I asked you a question, Miss Carter. Don't make me wait for an answer."

Whining, you wiggle your ass back and forth. Not entirely sure if you want his fingers deep inside your dripping cunt or not. You feel your thick ass and thighs bounce as he continues to slap your ass cheeks demanding answer as you squeal and whimper.

You dare not look back at him. Your heart races and blood pumps excitedly just from your own dirty thoughts. How must you look to him? Bent over his desk with your skirt raised up and your panties around my ankles. Does your ass and pretty pink pussy make his cock hard just by looking at them? You bite your lip and moan as his fingers and his spanking hand send you into a sex hungry haze. You no longer want to wait. You need his fat cock.

"Please.... fuck me... I am yours to take... a dirty slut for you to own... oh god! Please fuck me, Sir..."

"You are a dirty little whore, Lisa. You look completely slutty bent over my desk, begging for cock."

He rubs the thick head of his cock between your swollen labia, pushing it against the hard nubbin of your clit. You whimper with desire as he teases you with the cock you desperately need, rubbing it back and forth between your folds, lubing himself with your juices, making you wait for your impalement.

When your whining reaches a higher level he takes mercy on you, pressing his fat cock into you, slowly at first and then with a long hard thrust that lifts you to your toes and fills your dripping cunt with hard meat. Squeezing your ass cheeks, he starts to pump into you with long deep strokes, twisting your hips with each thrust so his cock explores every inch of your velvet cunt.

You're on your toes as he rocks you roughly into the desk. You feel my labia stretched beyond imaginable as your mouth sags open, gasping from his thickness.

His pace quickens and you lose yourself with each powerful thrust. You shouldn't want this. You should stop him. But you can't bring yourself to any form of resistance except whimpering protests. Enjoying your degradation like a common street whore.

"Oh fuck! Please... stop! I can't handle your thick cock... its too much, Sir! I can't.... aaaaaghhh!" No sooner do the words leave your lips, than his expert cock brings you to your first humiliating orgasm. Your tight wet walls grip his meat and try to milk it for its seed as you buck excitedly.

"That's right! Come on my cock you little whore," he groans as your spasms squeeze my cock. He holds your hips tight, pumping hard and deep into you, using you for his pleasure.

His finger teases your puckered rosebud, slowly pressing it into your ass while he pounds your tight pussy. You shudder with orgasm as you feel both your holes being impaled.

"Come on, squeal for me, squeal for me Lisa!" he snarls as he plunges into both your holes.

"Aaaagh! Oh yes... oh god please! Fuck my holes.. Sir... fill my holes... aaaggh!" You feel your tight rosebud stretch around his thick finger as your fat cock fully impales your dripping pussy. Your juices drip and squirt onto his cock as you come over and over. Your mind is a complete haze as you struggle with reality. All you know is that you must please him. His cock is your lifeline and you must satisfy it with your young body.