See what she can do

"Show me how you can please me, wench."

She shudders at your answer. "It excites me when you call me 'wench' Sir. I want to be your wench." She fumbles with your belt trying to undo it, looking up at your face. "Let me be your wench, please Sir."

"You want to be my office wench, Meghan? My office slut? My office whore?" She's staring at you, her breathing heavy, biting her lips in suppressed lust at your words.

"Yes sir, I want that. I want to please you, to make you happy. I want to be your slut, your whore," she pants, getting your belt undone and unzipping your slacks. She frees your hardening cock from your shorts and strokes the shaft, her gaze going from your eyes to your cock.

"Let me show you what your wench can do to please you Sir," she murmurs, and drags her tongue up the underside of your cock, her eyes locked on yours. She takes the tip between her lips, teasing it with her tongue, then sucks the head into her mouth. Slowly she pushes herself down on it, her tongue working as well. She slowly withdraws her mouth until just the tip is between her lips, the repeats the action, quicker and quicker, all the while staring up at you.

For someone who told you earlier that she doesn't have an active sex life she gives amazing head, you think as you watch her devour your cock. She makes incredibly sexy slurping noises as she takes you deep in her moth, your cock touching the back of her throat. Her delicate hands stroke your shaft and massage your balls, and you can feel the come building up in you.

She pulls her mouth off your cock and swirls her tongue around the head, looking up at you.

"Please hold my hair Sir," she gasps.

You grab a handful of hair and pull her head down onto your cock again, her mouth opens greedily, taking it in. You use her hair to fuck her mouth, thrusting in and out of it. Her eyes are wide, staring at you as she takes your cock. She pulls it out of her mouth and nibbles down the shaft, panting as she does it.

"Are you going to come in mouth Sir? Will you make your wench swallow your come?" she asks in a throaty whisper. The sight of her pretty face and eager mouth and the sound of her voice have you close to the edge. You tug her mouth onto you again and hold her there. Sensing your need, she bobs her head quickly, taking you deep into her mouth as she makes slurping, groaning sounds.

With groan you start to come, your cock spurting gouts of spunk down her throat, filling her mouth. You hold her in place as you pump your cock into her, draining every drop. She stares up at you and you can see her throat move as she swallows your load. She slowly withdraws her mouth, taking care to lick every bit of your cock clean, purring like a kitten as she does so. Finally done, she kisses the tip gently, then sits back on her heels, slowly stroking your shaft.

"Did this wench please you Sir?"

"Very much. You're a good wench."

"Will you make me please you like this again, Sir? This wench would like you to use her mouth as you wish." Her eyes are wide and excited as she looks up at you.

"You know this doesn't change anything. You still have only until next Friday to satisfy me you can do your job. Don't expect that you can get through this just by sucking my cock."

"I know Sir. I know you might have to punish me again. But I do want to be your office wench, even if it's only for a week."

She leans her cheek against your thigh, gently stroking your softening cock.

"I know you have a wife, Sir. I won't cause trouble. Just use me as you wish," she murmurs. Then suddenly her eyes spring open wide as though she's just thought of something.

"Sir, will you want to use all of me?" She gestures vaguely at her groin.

"I don't see why not," you answer, "Especially since you just told me to use you as I wish. I can't think of a finer thing to do than bending you over my desk in the morning and fucking you. Better than coffee to start the day."

She looks embarrassed. "But I'm not on birth control, Sir. I haven't been since my boyfriend. I shouldn't have said you can use me that way."

"A statement is a statement. If you want to be my office wench. My slut. My whore. My harlot. If you want those things you will accept that I will use your body as I see fit."

"We can use condoms Sir," she says in a small voice.

"No we can't. I want the feel of your flesh. Get yourself on birth control. Now get dressed and get back to work."