There's more work to be done

Back at your desk you spend the next hour managing the Sub-Commander's schedule, answering some of her routine e-mails, and generally arranging the practical details of her professional life. She's doing a surprise inspection next week which requires a certain amount of secrecy so you've set up some dummy meetings in other parts of the sector together with some of the other assistants you trust.

Then the Sub-Commander calls you back in again. Soon you're on your back on her desk with your top off while she alternates between fucking your throat and pushing her cock between your breasts. You're very proud of your breasts, full and firm as they are, with big nipples that are almost constantly hard, and it's become very clear to you that your boss is a bit of a tit-hound. When she's not as busy as she was this morning she usually takes some time to play with your tits before fucking you or having you suck her off.

Now her hands are constantly on them, whether she has her cock between them or down your throat, squeezing them, mashing them together, flicking and pinching your stiff nipples to make you moan and squirm.

She never speaks to you while she's fucking you and despite your training you can't help but feel that that's a little degrading when you think about it. But the taste of her cock and the feel of her hands on your skin banish all such thoughts, making you willing and accepting of whatever she requires of you, even if it's to have your throat fucked sore while she plays with your tits.

You know she has an appointment at eleven, but she must have done away with most of her work until then because she's taking her time with you, which is highly unusual. Normally her sexual interest in you is limited to having you make her cum as quickly and efficiently as possible but for once she actually seems to be taking pleasure in using you. It's a little confusing, but in a good way. Maybe she's finally warming up to you? The thought sends a warm fuzzy wave through your body.

You've never been able to cum just from having your mouth and tits used, but the combination of Hurt's extended interest in your body and the idea that she might be starting to enjoy you as more than a fuck doll is bringing you to the brink. Your pussy is literally dripping wet and she barely has to touch your nipples to make you gasp with frustration. This seems to entice her further and she wraps your tits around her spit-slick shaft, tit-fucking you while she keeps her thumbs firmly planted on your nipples, making you incoherent with pain-tinged pleasure.

You gasp with every ragged breath, then **** as she without warning shoves her cock into your mouth again, fucking your throat with hard, deep thrusts as she clamps her fingers around your nipples and pulls your breasts up. You are overcome by an intense and sudden orgasm when her rough fingers send lines of fire from your nipples down to the center of your belly, your hips thrusting against the air and your fingers clawing at the surface of the desk. The combination of being choked by a thick cock while you cum without your pussy having been touched at all makes you feel like you're falling even as Hurt shudders and shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum straight down your throat, her fingers still pinching your nipples hard. Just when you think you're going to black out she pulls out and strokes herself over your face, shooting the last part of her load over your breasts that suddenly miss her ungentle touch.

While she catches her breath she rubs her sperm into your skin and gives you the tip of her cock to nuzzle. You suck greedily, savoring the taste of her cum before swallowing. For once she lets you take your time with it, perhaps as a reward.

When she finally pulls out she actually looks at your face, brushing your cheek with her fingers.

"Well done, Leila. The Futarchy appreciates your service."

You can't quite formulate a response and your surprised nod probably looks strange as you're still on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the desk, but before you can gather your thoughts for a more meaningful response the Sub-Commander is back to her usual businesslike demeanor.

"Now get this cleaned up. I need you to be ready again at eleven."

"Yes, Sub-Commander!" You get down from her desk and wipe up the small puddle of juices you have left on it using your discarded top, eagerly licking up the few drops of her cum that has spattered over the smooth surface. Once her desk is clean, you curtsy and leave her office.

If she needs you for the meeting you'll need to freshen up first, so you head off for the in-office showers.