She goes to his Office

Nicole pushed open the heavy oak door. The scent of expensive cedar and sterile air conditioning greeted her. Mr. Jefferson sat behind his mahogany desk, his bald head reflecting the harsh overhead lights. He didn't look up from his tablet, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

"What do you want from me this time, Mr. Jefferson?" Nicole asked, her voice trembling.

"Come here," he commanded, finally meeting her gaze.

"Lift that dress. I want to see how wet you are for me."

Nicole hesitated, then gripped the charcoal silk, bunching it upward. The fabric slid over her hips, exposing her underwear.

"You're dissapointing me, Nicole. Didn't I tell you not to wear underwear?"

"I hate you," she whispered, though her breath hitched as he stood.

"Hate me while I stretch you open." He grabbed her waist, hoisting her onto the mahogany surface.

The cold wood pressed against her shoulder blades as he ripped her legs wide. He didn't waste time with foreplay. He pulled of her Pantues and guided his thick, pulsing cock to her entrance and shoved forward in one violent motion.

Nicole let out a strangled cry. The sudden invasion sent a jolt of electricity through her. He began to hammer into her, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the glass walls. The friction against her clit was agonizingly perfect. Her walls gripped him tight, squelching with every deep, rhythmic thrust.

"Look at me," he groaned, his voice a low rasp. Nicole's eyes fluttered. The intensity peaked too quickly. Her muscles spasmed, and a violent orgasm ripped through her, leaving her sobbing and panting.

He didn't stop. He kept driving, his balls slapping hard against her perineum. The relentless pace pushed her over the edge again, a second, rolling wave of pleasure that made her toes curl and her back arch off the desk.

"You're so tight," he gasped, his pace accelerating into a blur of friction and heat. As he reached his limit, he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt.

He groaned, his body shuddering as he unloaded a hot, thick stream of cum deep against her cervix.

The sensation of him filling her triggered a third, unexpected climax. Nicole screamed, her interior clenching around him in rhythmic pulses of pure, involuntary ecstasy.

He withdrew with a wet, sucking sound. Nicole collapsed onto the desk, her chest heaving. As she pulled her dress down, the pleasure faded, replaced by a cold, suffocating weight in her gut.