Free Sensuous Stories by Keziah Hill Page B

off and sit
on the desk.”
    She looked uncertainly at the window.
    “ No one can see
us.”
    She whipped off her dress in one fluid
movement and sat on the edge of the desk. Her body was like nothing
he’d ever seen, nothing he ever thought he’d want. Her breasts were
even smaller than he imagined with dark brown pointed nipples. She
wasn’t thin thank goodness, just small. As she sat there, blushing
again and glancing at him from under her lashes, he fought the need
to push her across the desk and impale her immediately. Something
about her made him want to see how much she could take, find out
how far she’d go. All that pale skin cried out to be marked and
used.
    He opened the draw of his desk, rooted
around and pulled out a condom. “Open your legs.”
    Her breath hitched when he stood between her
legs and unzipped himself. His cock sprung out hard and ready. At
the sound of the foil ripping, she jerked.
    “ Lay back.”
    She stared up at him with her wide blue
eyes. He lifted her legs and spread her wider. “I’m going to fuck
you now. Fuck you hard. It might hurt but you’ll like it,” he said
and thrust into her.
    He wanted to rend her, fill her completely
so all she could feel, all she could think about was his cock,
ploughing into her. He wished he had more cocks, that he was some
kind of super being with cocks on demand that could fill all her
holes. He thrust harder, imagining her with his cock up her arse
and in her mouth, pinned, writhing.
    She arched her back and whimpered as he
pounded into her. Soon her hips were pushing up to meet him. “Yes,”
she muttered. “Harder, yes!”
    Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and
her ankles linked around his neck as he worked her. She was
incredible. Her cunt clutched around him like a fist. He looked
into her eyes then and saw it. She knew what she was doing. The
little girl act was just a put on. He could tell she liked to fuck
and fuck often. As he shot into her he knew it was going to be a
great week.
    And it was. She was insatiable. Every
morning she’d come into his office, drop to her knees, unzip his
fly and take him into her mouth. She sucked like she wanted every
drop of semen in him. At morning tea, she’d make him a cup of
coffee and deliver it to his desk then climb onto his lap and fuck
him senseless.
    He began to feel he was
caught in some kind of porn movie fantasy. Cum Guzzling Office Sluts. Not that
he minded. She stopped wearing knickers so any time he wanted he
could feel all the hot wetness of her cunt or tip her over a chair
and have her. At the end of the day she’d lie across his desk her
legs spread wide while he fucked her. Sometimes she’d beg him to
come all over her tits. The look of her brown nipples covered in
his cream made him hard again almost immediately.
    She wasn’t innocent, far from it, but at the
same time that’s exactly what she was. The more he pushed her the
more she was like a child experiencing her first Christmas. When he
thrust into her arse for the first time, she screamed like she was
on a roller coaster. Delight and exhilaration and fear. There was
nothing she wouldn’t do, nothing she refused. He’d never been into
bondage and hitting but now wanted to do that to her, see her
trussed and bruised with his cum all over her.
    As the week went on, the feeling of
unreality increased. He spent his days listening to clients beg him
to help them get residency or arrange for their families to apply
for immigration, interspersed with moments of frenzied thrusting
and spurting. His cock felt swollen and his balls tender and
sensitive.
    On the Thursday, her second last day, she
sat on his cock riding him, while he sucked hard on her breast and
heard her whimper. He loved that sound. It meant she was about to
come. It shocked him to realise that soon he might never hear her
whimper again.
    When his secretary called him with the news
she’d developed pneumonia, he wanted to howl with joy.
    “ Can you stay