Lena Malick - Under the Boss's desk

“You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?” he said in a slow, measured voice. “You thought that’s all it would take? Spread your legs and I’d be yours? Answer me!”

“No,” I said, humiliated. I hugged my front, trying to cover my breasts.

“Do you think I’m some gullible teenager?”

“No. Please.”

He came closer. “Please what?” He was face to face with me, except I was looking at the ground.

“Please,” I said. “Please, can we just forget…”

“Forget it? Forget what you just did?”

I wanted to dissolve into a puddle and disappear into the carpet.

“Ohh noo,” he said. “That won’t be happening. Turn around.”

I lifted my head and looked at him, confused.

“Turn. Around.”

I did, facing his desk. He yanked my skirt top to my waist and pushed me forward so my upper half was sprawled across his desk. I was so surprised I threw my arms out, sending the stack of file folders flying. He roughly adjusted my hips, then slapped my bare ass so hard the sound shocked me before the pain hit. Before I could get my head around what was happening, he smacked my ass again with his open palm. Even harder. Then a third time. The last one hurt the most, stinging so badly my eyes began to water.

He stood behind me. “You deserve that, don’t you?” he said. I couldn’t answer. I was so disoriented, I wouldn’t have know my own name if he’d asked me. He reached down and took my ass cheeks in his hands and spread me wide open. “I’m looking at your ass, your asshole, spread open. Is this what you wanted, to reveal yourself to me? Is this what you wanted?” His voice was breathy and excited.

He slapped my ass again. Hard. I shuddered-a quiver of pleasure unexpectedly tingling in my groin. Another hard smack. “Bad girl,” he nearly screamed. Again, a loud crack. My ass was now numb, but the quiver of pleasure was no longer faint-it was taking me over. I was shaking.

“I’m… I’m bad. I’m a bad girl. I’m a bad girl. Please… please punish me.”

Without a word, he slapped me again. A jolt went though my body. He began slapping me in rapid succession. He grabbed my stinging butt with one hand, and with the other he stuck his thumb in my pussy. He didn’t slide it in, he jammed it in, then shook that hand and the hand on my ass together, causing me to squirm and flop on the desk. He shook me like I was a rag doll. The pleasure that buzzed in me was like an enormous bell that had been rung, rattling the whole room with a dense vibration.

An orgasm was rushing toward me like a tidal wave about to hit land when he pulled his thumb out. He reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me up to standing. He spun me around. “Is this what you wanted?”

He kissed me. Taking me in his arms, he kissed me passionately, like a real lover. “Is this what you wanted?” he said, and kissed me again, sliding his hand up my neck and pulling my head deeper into the kiss. “Is this what you wanted?” he said again, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my ears.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes. For years. All of it. Yes.”

He cupped my breasts as I reached down and unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor, along with his underwear. His dick sprung forward. I took it in my hands like it was a possession that belonged only to me. As he unbuttoned his shirt, I kissed his neck, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. I kissed his chest and nipples, down to his stomach and belly button, kissing my way down. I tenderly kissed his dick, wetting it with my tongue, licking the length of the shaft until it was slippery wet. Then I took it in my mouth. It was warm and firm, pulsing with life. He put his hands on my head and moaned as I moved him in and out of my mouth, stroking him as I did. He seemed to swell larger as I sucked him, as firm and hard as the muscles in his arms.

He pulled himself out and crouched down, pushing the chair out of the way. He kissed me again as he gently tilted me back so I was lying on my back on the carpet. He moved over me, pulling my legs apart. I felt him push against me. His size caused my body to resist at first, before finally giving way. He entered me slowly, pushing in slightly, then pulling out, then pushing in deeper. And deeper. And deeper. All the way in, until I felt like he was consuming my whole body with his size.

He was an expert lover. I would never have expected it, with his polite, proper ways. He knew where my body was going before I did, slowing down as an orgasm built up in me, then pushing fast and deep as the orgasm approached, and maintaining it as it rolled through me. He slowed to a stop while still inside me, kissing me, massaging my breasts, and then slowly started up again, bringing me right back to another peak. After my second orgasm, he slowed, pulling out of me. He stood and reached down, taking my hands and lifting me up. He led me to the couch along the wall of his office. He sat and maneuvered me over his lap, facing him. I reached behind and guided him into me, sliding down until he was filling me again. I moved forward and back, up and down as I watched his face. I kissed his forehead and nose and eyes, still not believing what was happening, wanting to take it all in, afraid I’d wake up at any second. I kissed his mouth, his tongue gorging my mouth, just as I’d always fantasized.

He looked up at me as I rode him up and down. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” I said.

“No,” he said, his face contorted, like he was getting close to orgasm. I slid all the way down and squeezed, greedily sucking him all the way in.

“Since the beginning. Since the very beginning,” I said. “For three years I’ve wanted this.” His face twisted again. “Oh, God,” he said.

“Do you — know how long — I’ve wanted this?” he said with choppy words as I rode him faster.

“No, how long?”

“Since — the first time — I saw — you.”

“Oh, God. Oh, God, Oh Calvin.” I kissed him, devouring his mouth as I humped him.

“I didn’t think…” he continued, after I let him up for air. “I didn’t think you felt — the — oh Goood. I didn’t think you felt the same way. Ahhhh.” Another orgasm hit me as I heard his words.

He let out a long cry of pleasure as he came inside me. I could feel him spasm, releasing in me in spurts and bursts. His body jerked and spasmed as I continued to orgasm, my hands grabbing his hair in fistfuls.

Slowly, I ground to a halt. I rested on him, our bodies melded together. I felt his chest against mine, the medallion he wore around his neck pressed into my skin. Our breathing matched, slowing down. I kissed his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms tightly around my back and shoulders, shuddering against me. We stayed like that for a long time, gently rocking forward and back.

I realized I was crying. Somehow the intensity of it all was too much to bear and it was coming out in tears. He pulled back and looked at me, concerned.

“It’s okay,” I told him as I choked on my tears. “It’s okay. I’m happy. These are happy tears. These are overwhelmingly happy, happy tears.” He smiled as I kissed him, my tears wetting his face.