I moaned and cried shamelessly on the ball gag as the dildo slammed into my gspot. My body strained against the ropes binding me to the table. A particular sharp thrust sent me over the edge, and I clamped down on the thick rod spreading me open. Instead of stopping, the hand controlling the dildo continued to pump it in and out of my quaking cunt. My body thrashed in an attempt to escape the overstimulation before I collapsed bonelessly onto the table.
Panting and blinking the tears out of my eyes, I watched as the dildo was pulled out of my aching cunt. I whimpered at how empty it left my pussy. I wanted, no, needed something to fill me up again even if it broke me. Preferably something hot and alive. The ropes that bound me to the table were loosened, and I got onto my shaky legs as I stared longingly up at my boss.
"You still want more, you slut? That was your tenth orgasm, and you got my table dirty with your juices."
I licked my lips. "Please..."
Fingers pressed hard against my sensitive clit, forcing me to lean against the table for support as I arched back with a moan. "What was that, you whore? Speak up clearly so everyone can hear how much of a bitch in heat you are."
"Master, I want you to mess me up more. I want you to make me cum until I black out."
His hand retracted from my clit, and I whined. "I'm not so sure you deserve it."
"Please master. I'll do anything."
"Anything," I said as I rubbed my thighs together.
"Get on your knees, bitch."
I dropped to the ground, ignoring the burning sensation of the ropes digging into my skin and the rug beneath me. The anal plug pressed deeper into me, and I groaned. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free from its confines. My mouth watered at the thought of the hard, thick dick in front of me churning my insides until I couldn't walk. Without waiting for his order, I kissed the tip and tasted the precum leaking from it.
"You damn thirsty whore. I didn't even have to tell you to suck my cock." I swallowed the head and sucked on it as I stared up at him. "You're really hungry for my cock, aren't you?" When I didn't answer right away, he pulled on my hair. "I can't hear you."
I released his cock with a wet pop. "Yes, master."
"I want your cock, master. I want to taste your cum on my tongue."
He released my hair as he sat down in his chair and said, "Good slut. Now get to work. Do a good job, and you might be rewarded."
Rubbing my cheek against his hard member, I inhaled the musky scent of his sex. It was impossible for me to live without it. To think I was against having sex with him in the beginning. I was so stupid. I had thought I was better than all the other women he'd seduced. It's no wonder they kept coming back, begging for him to sleep with them, but unfortunately for them, I was the only one who was going to have the honor of having this cock all to myself from now on.
I kissed and licked his balls, focusing on one before moving on to the other. My nose brushed against his hot rod. My hands strained against the ropes, aching to feel him in my palms. I gave one last kiss before wrapping my mouth around the head. My tongue slid over the sensitive underside as his dick slid down my throat. The slight clenching of his jaw was the only indication that what I was doing was affecting him.
That was fine by me. I hummed as I bobbed my head up and down. A knock on the door caught my attention. It must be the secretary. The thought stopped me in my tracks. I couldn't be seen in such an obscene position. Even if everyone knew I was the boss's whore, it was different from being seen in the middle of the act. I began to pull away when he grabbed me by the back of my head and slammed me down his dick.
I choked and sputtered as the secretary stepped in. I couldn't breathe. I've never taken him this deep before. My jaw and throat ached. I couldn't push away as he treated my mouth as his personal onahole. Ignoring my plight, he talked with his secretary as if he wasn't currently fucking someone beneath his desk. She was going to hear me. She was going to hear me as my boss fucked my throat.
Suddenly, he tugged on the ropes going down my back. They rubbed against my folds and anal plug. I convulsed and was hit with another wave of pleasure. He grunted as he used both hands to hold my face in place buried in his crotch. His hot seed poured down my throat. I struggled to swallow it all, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head before he finally let go of my head.
Pulling back, I gasped for air. Unfortunately for me, he hadn't finished, and the rest of his cum splattered over my face and chest. Some of the cum that I had failed to swallow as I caught my breath spilled out of my mouth and onto my lap and floor. He scowled at the mess I made, and I hanged my head down in shame. The only good thing about the situation was the secretary had already left, leaving only the two of us.
"Look at what you did. You can't even give me a proper blowjob."
"I'm sorry, master. I'll do better next time."
"Of course you will. I'm going to retrain your mouth so you'll never waste my cum again," he said before he forced my head down. "Now clean the floor and yourself."
"Yes, master," I said as I proceeded to lick the cum up.
How embarrassing. I couldn't believe I made such a mess. A blowjob was one of the first things he had trained me to do. The other had been a handjob. I hadn't made such a mistake since he taught me how to be a cockwarmer and sit quietly under his desk while he worked. My only excuse was he never deepthroated me before or facefucked me while I was tied up, not that I said this out loud.
Once he saw that I had thoroughly cleaned up all the cum off my lap and floor, he wiped the remaining off my chest and face with his fingers. He shoved the cum covered fingers down my throat, and I lapped it up. My tongue wrapped around them to ensure I didn't miss a single drop. I whined as he pinched and flicked at my nipples as he did this. I must look like a complete mess, and I felt like one too, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep going.
He pulled away. "Since you can't even do your job right, you don't deserve to be rewarded."
"No, master, I want your cock," I pleaded.
"You want my cock in your loose cunt, do you? Even though you don't deserve it for making a mess?"
"Yes, master, please, I want it."
"Then tell me what color is the floor?"
Without looking down at the gray floor, I said, "It's green. Green."
"Then get up and bend over."
Despite how weak my legs felt, I managed to lay on my stomach on his desk. My nipples brushed against my dried juices as I spread my legs open. The ropes burned against my clit and folds, and I stared back at him pleadingly. A hand pulled the rope to the side, and he inserted two fingers. I whined and spread my legs farther apart. The fingers stretching out my sensitive pussy weren't enough. I wanted his cock already.
"What a slut. You like this, don't you?" A sharp thrust of his fingers forced out a sob. "Don't worry. You'll have the cock you love so much soon."
He pulled out his fingers, and I could feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. He slammed into me, knocking the air out of me. Even with his fingers and dildo, I felt the stretching burn of his cock spreading me open. One of his hands pinned my head down while the other held my hip as he plowed into me. I openly sobbed unable to take the torturous pleasure.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to have your favorite cock fucking you open? I'll make sure to fuck you so hard that your cunt could fit my fist." When I didn't say anything, he continued, "Don't you dare fucking pass out on me now. I intend to make up cum at least twenty times."
My pussy throbbed against his hard dick at the thought as I forced out, "Yes, master."