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I lean over Errol, pushing my weight against him.

Reaching out with my tongue, I trace the shell of his ear before I whisper into it.

“If you haven’t improved your work by the time your performance review rolls around, Miss Francis, I mightget you off just so I can ruin your orgasm by spanking this ass red while you’re coming.

” When I bend down to sink my teeth into one plump cheek, Errol whimpers.

“Hands on the desk in front of you. I want you to come just from my cock stretching you out,” I tell him as I stroke lube all over my dick.

I tease the both of us for a few seconds, rubbing my cockhead against his entrance before my impatience gets the better of me.

With a guttural groan, I breach his rim.

Sliding into him, I hilt myself with one smooth stroke.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. “You’re just so tight and hot. You don’t mind if I want to sink my cock into you every chance I get, do you?”

I fuck him slowly at first, wanting to draw it out. “Enjoy getting off tonight, because next time, I’m locking you up,” I say. “Iwant you to feel yourself dripping into your panties between your legs like the horny bitch you are.” Errol whines around the panties in his mouth.

“Yeah, I see how turned-on it gets you to be treated like nothing more than a pair of holes. Maybe I should find out how useful you really can be for me.” His needy sounds grow louder, swelling my cock even more.

“Maybe one day I’ll keep you bound and kneeling underneath my desk.

I’ll fill your needy cunt with a vibrating plug so I can feel you moaning the entire time your lips are wrapped around my cock. ”

I slap his ass, gritting out my words as I thrust into him. “And you’re going to keep those lips right there all day.” Errol’s muffled sounds of desire break into fragments as I start fucking him faster.

“That means if I’m having a stressful day, you’re going to take my mind off it by using your hot mouth to milk as many loads as you can out of my balls. If I’m too busy to leave my desk, I’m going to piss down your throat whenever I need to relieve myself —and you better not let a drop spill.”

Errol’s hips buck, sinking me balls-deep inside of him. He lets out a long, keening whine. I press my weight into him again. “I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” He thrusts back against me again, trying to drive me deeper inside of him as he whines around the gag.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I pant. “Moan like a whore for me. I’m going to make you beg me to degrade you and treat you like a dirty fuck doll, then slap your face for being such a filthy piece of trash.” I grab Errol’s hips and drill into him, chasing my release.

I can almost make out words as he begs through the panties gagging him. I reach up and yank them out of his mouth. “I want to hear it.”

With a moan, Errol lifts up his head and throws it back against me. “Please, please use me like that, Stud —” he begs, and his rough whisper is enough to unravel me.

I throw an arm around his waist as my cock starts to pulse, spilling into him. Reaching for his dick, my fingers slide over the slick head. I stroke him fast, wanting to feel his orgasm from the inside.

“Gonna wreck you so good,” I hiss in his ear. “Show me how bad you need that. I want to feel this big dick explode in my hand because you want nothing more than to be a pair of holes for me to ruin —”

Errol’s hips lock and his back arches an instant before his entire body shakes. His asshole spasms and tightens around me, wringing every drop of my orgasm out of me. I do the same with my hand for him, stroking him as his release spills over my fingers.

“Yeah, just like that, baby,” I croon. “You’re so fucking perfect when you come apart for me like this.

Love feeling you explode when I’m shooting a load deep inside of you.

Love feeling you squeeze so tight around me.

Feels like you were just made to come for me like this, with my dick buried deep inside you. ”

When Errol’s head drops as he gasps for breath, I reach up with the hand not on his dick and release the tie blindfolding him. “Let me see your face,” I say in his ear.

Still breathing hard, he cranes his neck to look at me.

He squints a little at the sudden light before bringing his eyes —bright and alive against the ruin of his eyeliner — to mine.

My softening cock twitches inside him at the sight of his blotchy cheeks, still streaked dark with tears.

A little smile curls up the corners of his lips.

I pull out of him so I can reach his mouth with my own. Enveloping his lips with mine, I kiss him deeply and hungrily. I take my hand off his dick, wiping it onto my pants — I don’t give a shit about the mess — so I can grab him by the hips and spin him around.

“C’mere,” I murmur. I go back to devouring his mouth as Errol hops up on the desk.

Straddling me, he encircles my torso with his arms and wraps his legs around me underneath my ass, pulling me against him tightly.

I hold his face in my hands as I kiss him again, hungry for the warmth and weight of his limbs around me.

My brain doesn’t even register breaking off our kiss until Errol drops his head onto my shoulder. “God damn ,” he murmurs. Turning to the side, he feathers his lips against my neck. I feel them curve into a little smile.

He presses his mouth to my pulse point before bringing it up to my ear. “You can make me work late anytime, sir .”