Under the Desk

As Brandi stood in Marty's office, her heart sank. She moved to the door, resigned. Her mind raced through the series of events that led her to this humiliating and degrading moment. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of anger and betrayal towards Marty, who sat there, smirking in his rolling chair, his tiny dick sticking stiffly up out of his zipper.

As Brandy moved to lock the door, Marty shook his head. "Leave it unlocked. Somebody might need me. Get your fat ass under this desk." She shivered at the verbal ****, especially at being called fat by an obese, old pervert. Her body trembling, Brandi obeyed, crawling under his desk on her hands and knees.

Brandi's thoughts drifted back to the day Marty first started making inappropriate comments and advances. She had brushed them off as harmless, a product of his crude sense of humor. But little did she know, Marty had other plans. The spanking and the subsequent **** left her feeling violated and powerless. The weight of her circumstances felt like a heavy burden, one she didn't know how to shake off.

Once she was cowering beneath his desk, Marty rolled his chair closer, the small, menacing shape of his erect dick shoved towards her face. Brandi's eyes widened, and she felt the heat of tears prickling behind her lids. Satisfied with her compliance, he grabbed a fistful of her curly hair and roughly pushed Brandi's head towards his dick. The smell of it assaulted her nose as she took it in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled on the small member.

Brandi's face was pressed against the coarse fabric of Marty's trousers. She could feel the heat radiating from his crotch, and the stench of his sweat and arousal assaulted her nostrils. As Marty began to thrust his hips, Brandi wrapped her lips around the base of his dick. The sensation was repulsive, but she had **** but to endure it. The small, veiny member felt foreign and disgusting in her mouth, and she gagged involuntarily.

Brandi's heart sank as she heard Marty's keyboard clacking away on the desk above. It was a reminder of the power imbalance between them, and she couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation. As she continued to suck Marty's dick, she couldn't help but feel like a powerless puppet, her actions dictated by the man who she despised.

Brandi listened to the sound of Marty's fingers tapping away at what she then realized was her own phone, which she had carelessly left on his desk. A wave of unease washed over her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being violated in more ways than one. As she continued to suck Marty off, her thoughts swirled with questions. What was he doing on her phone? Was he reading her private messages? Scrolling through her photos?

The thought of it made her feel sick, but she was in no position to stop him. Trapped between Marty's legs, under his desk, with his dick in her mouth, Brandi realized she was powerless to put an end to this invasion of her privacy. Marty's grip on her hair tightened, and she was **** to focus on the task at hand. Her mind, however, was a million miles away, consumed by the thought of the intimate details of her life being exposed. Marty's thrusts grew more forceful, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth at an uncomfortable pace.

Brandi's eyes watered, and she tasted the pre-cum that oozed from Marty's shaft. She could feel the sticky fluid on her chin, and the humiliation of her degradation was almost too much to bear. Brandi's mind raced, her thoughts a blur of anger, fear, and shame. She wished she could disappear, to erase this moment from existence. But as Marty's breathing grew heavier, she knew that her ordeal was nearing its end.

Then there was a knock on Marty's door!