I knew I shouldn’t hit on her in the office, so I tried to keep things professional for the time being.
“Please get me the Jackson file,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, making my cock instantly rock hard.
I loved the submissive tone in her voice when she said that.
As she walked out, I could have sworn I saw her ass shake a little. Even more than the natural wiggle I had noticed on her first day that I knew full well was just a function of her body type. I thought she was teasing me, taunting me, begging me to make a move.
My cock pressing against the inside of my pants so hard it hurt, I went quickly to the private, single occupancy bathroom connected to my office, taking the key with me. Getting inside, I unzipped my pants, hauling out my cock, which was large, and which still ached with desire.
I held it gently and started to stroke it, immediately feeling better. I closed my eyes and imagined Macy in her work clothes. She was kneeling on the floor of my office waiting for me to give her orders.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered her, in my mind.
“Yes, sir,” she said, getting down into doggy position, raising her sweet plump ass up into the air.
In my mind, I pulled up a chair beside her and stroked her ass through the thin material of her skirt. I imagined sliding my hand down the hem and lifting her skirt up to her waist, revealing her creamy white ass, clad in black silk panties.
Starting to stroke my cock harder, I imagined stroking her ass and striking her pussy through the material of her panties, making her hum gently. I pushed her down even farther, pressing her face to the carpet and binding her hands behind her back with my belt.
When she was secured in a submissive position, I imagined pulling her panties down and then off, leaving her pussy and ass completely vulnerable to my whim. Lightly stroking her pale cheeks, I laid a hard spank on her ass, making her jump and yelp with surprise and pain, and also making a bright red handprint appear on her alabaster skin.
I stroked myself harder in real life while in my fantasy I rubbed the affected area, making her hum contentedly. I repeated the process on her other cheek and then went back to the first, going back and forth with spanks and strokes until her ass was bright red.
Finally, in my mind, I relented, moving my hand and my focus down to her wet little pussy. Slipping two fingers in, I worked her until she came, screaming and shuddering on the floor.
When she was ready, I got down on my knees behind her and slipped my cock all the way inside her, her tight pussy hole stretching to make room for my long, wide shaft. Giving her a moment to get used to being filled so completely, I took her roughly by the hips and pounded her until she screamed and then I came deep inside her.
Carefully pulling out, I stroked her pussy as she came down. I imagined lubing up her little ass hole. And then when she was settled again, I moved my cock up to it. Going a lot slower, and stroking her back as I moved, I got my cock about halfway into her ass.
Figuring this was as far as she could take it without serious damage, I took her hips again and with a bit more gentleness, fucked her soundly in the ass, bringing her to a massive assgasm. I would guess it was her first, going by the way she howled. I had a feeling she wasn’t very experienced.
I came into the toilet and flushed, feeling much better overall. That was the release I needed to be able to concentrate. I was ready to get back to work, as soon as I washed my hands while counting to twenty, of course.
Chapter Three
Macy
I knew I should hurry up and get the file, due to professionalism and all that. Fetching files was my job, along with other things. Despite the potential damage to my career prospects, my mind was racing with the idea that Paul might actually want to fuck me as much as I wanted him.
The rumor-mill had included second-hand accounts of his startling endowment and how dynamite he was in bed. I had also thought I had caught some hushed tones about him being into some “weird stuff.”
I really didn’t know what that meant. It could have meant anything from liking to cum on a woman’s face, which I was all for, to stuff involving chains, which I had long been curious about but would only want to do with someone I knew was really experienced and safe.