Case 1-3 | I, Asahi

Lead: Female

Tags: Mandom, Spank, Office Sex

"Fuck, that cunt's fucked," Boss laughs as he walks into the office. He comes to me, his newest bitch.

I kiss him as he passes by and he spreads his arms. I unbuckle his overbelt and peel the trenchcoat from his back. "What happened this time?" I ask him as he moves around his desk toward his chair.

His casual plain white shirt to suit his black vest and grey trousers. With the black belt and formal shoes, his outfit is almost the same every day.

Boss takes a seat in his puffy leather office chair. He shoots a look at me with his blue-circled pupils, a point in his nose and his pursed juice lips. "No, no," he clicks his tongue and leans back, pulling the weight of the back of the chair. "Confidential and all that."

I can tell how much he wants to talk about his work by the way his eyes spin round sometimes. As if he's completely in his own world.

"I'll be your partner in just a while," I explain as I hang his belt and coat. "Yeah, well. I'll tell you about it when that time comes." I join him behind his desk, and sit on his lap as he keeps his legs spread. "Aww," I pout. "Have it your way."

He lights himself a cigarette and turns his attention to me as it hung out of his mouth. He slides his hands up my body and places them on either side of my face. He kisses me while I'm seated on his left leg. His hands lower to my breasts, and tighten between the buttons of my shirt. He forces them apart - revealing my bra and ribs. "Don't mind if I do."

I moan and throw my head back as he shoves his head between my breasts. I feel his tongue venture between my boobs and curl around to the top of my bra at my right tit. "Mmf," I bite my lip as he bites half of my bra and pulls it down. It cups the bottom of my breast and he runs his tongue along to my nipple, suckling it until it pops from his mouth.

Boss follows through a few more times and, while suckling hard the last time, he pulls the covering of my left tit.

My bra stays cupped beneath my boobs as he switches nipples and begins suckling for the next while as his fingers begin gently rolling the other.

"Unf," I let out. I spread my legs by instinct to show the wetness of my panties up my short skirt.

In no time, he takes me by surprise and runs his hand up my body to around my neck.

"Mmf." I stare down at him with my hardcore fuck-me eyes as my heart races. My breathing grows in pace and I can hear him softly growling.

His grip tightens around my neck and he shakes me around a bit while he has his way with my nipples. Licking. Kissing. Sucking. Gently biting.

I feel his mouth widen around my nipples as he traverses both tits. Licking. Kissing. Sucking. Gently biting.

Boss pulls me off his lap by the neck and throws me roughly to the floor between his legs. I can't help but laugh. The joy of being toyed with.

"Think it's funny?" he growls at me and tightens both hands around my neck. "You think it's funny?"

I cut my laughter short as I force a pout once again, and stare up at him with my eager eyes and bare tits. "No, daddy, I don't."

He lifts a hand to my face and smothers it, rubbing along my cheeks and lips. He smacks my cheeks once, twice, thrice, and again, He growls and leans down to bite the skin of my face before spitting on.

He slips a finger in my mouth and hooks the inner of my cheek. It presses against my teeth and I open up, the finger following swiftly to the back of my tongue and pushing back and forth. "That's it," he groans. "You're a good student." His finger starts slow before reaching deeper and becoming more violent.

"Mmn," I moan before incoherently gagging. I quickly struggle in keeping with the pace but he grants me a quick respite, removing his finger out and pulling my arms.

"Up," he orders. I choke and sputter as my full mouth lets out a string of spit.

I comply with his movement as he stands and pushes me atop his desk. "What're you gonna do to me, daddy~?"

Boss whips me around in an instant and bends me over his desk.

He slaps my cheeks with a deafening sound and grabs them as they sting.

My hands knock against the shit on his desk. Messy. I stretch to one side and swipe everything to the other in one big movement, trinkets and trunkets being knocked to the floor. I move forward and rest atop the desk with my forearms, bent at the elbows and shaking my ass up toward his cock.

He dry-humps my ass for only a second or more before I hear his belt come off.

Oh god, when I hear his belt come undone.

He drops his trousers to his knees and drops back to his seat…

Dafuq…

Boss takes his smoke between his fingers, grabs either side of my ass and scoots forward to shove his face against my pussy. I hear him huff in my scent and pull back to deeply exhale.

"Freshened up just now just for you," I tease.

He continues with his cigarette.

"Nnf," a moan is forced out of me as his hand comes down on my cheek with a sudden CLAP! "Fuck," I sound as the other is met with a similar SLAP!

He continues this until my face is buried in his paperwork and my ass is held up while he spanks me red.

My knees buckle but punishment awaits if I don't adhere to his orders. Still, it's hard not to trip when he whacks me this good. It must've been a bad day.

The office door flies open.

"Boss, I-... ASAHI!?" Blanche walks in on us and we both stare at each other with wide eyes. Boss looks on too and I can hear him get upset.

"Ugh," he grunts. He slaps my ass once more and falls back to his seat. "We'll deal with this cunt first."

I push myself up, ensuring Blanche gets a good look as he stands perplexed at the doorway ahead.

His eyes find a place in the corner of the room, looking away so as to not make the moment awkward. But it wasn't, and he knows that I'll always show off for him.

I pull up my bra and Boss spanks me again.

"Move," he orders. "Leave those off."

I do as he says. I crawl onto the floor away from his desk and expose my breasts to them both.

"My newest bitch," Boss begins chuckling to Blanche.

"I see that," he says. "But who doesn't she belong to?"

Boss' laugh is cut short. "Eh," he groans.

I don't take offence though, I like it that way.

"Blanche," Boss calls aloud. "15. A young man with studies in criminal psychology and practice in justice. Aspiring through law to become a certain type of police officer," he hastily quotes one of my applications. "A cripple but in many cases has the advantage. You wanted to become a special type of detective."

Boss leans forward and rests his arms on his messier desk. "Well, you've done it. Faster than expected." Boss puffs a massive cloud into the fresh air of the room, and it swims out the large-pane windows behind him.

Blanche just looks on, not a word said.

"So, your first case, huh?" Boss speaks. "You'll be wanting it now then? Why didn't you arrive on time?"

Blanche begins answering. "I-," but is interrupted.

"Whatever, I don't care. You've worked for it, kid." He reaches into his drawer, scans his desk and finally comes upon the folder to hand to Blanche. "Here it is."

Blanche goes to take it but Boss grabs his hands. "Hey." Boss moves his head forward while pulling Blanche closer. "This one's rough," he tells him.

Blanche stares back, almost horrified, eyes bulging in wonder.

"Give it a brief," Boss pauses to look around the room for laughter, slaps the desk, and exhales as if he didn't even find it funny. He clears his throat. "Give it a brief look just now, or when you get to the morgue. Would you like a ride to the Morgue?" He eases his grip for Blanche to take the files.

"I'll be fine." Blanche turns away and nears the door. "That's all?"

"That's all," Boss waves his hand. "Back up here, bitch," he turns to me.

I giggle and jump to my feet, returning to position on his desk.

Blanche leaves, and the door shuts behind him, barely concealing the noises that ensue.

-Faceless