Sodomized by the Boss: My Virgin Ass Surrender

The heavy door clicks shut behind me. His office. Power hums in the air. Jean-Yves Varmois in his leather throne. Four screens glow. He eyes me. Louboutins to Dolce skirt. Hunger skips my face. Heart quickens. I sit uninvited. ‘Stand.’ Voice low. Steel. I freeze. Rise. Door handle in hand. ‘3500 euros? Make it 8000.’ I turn. Pulse races. Dossier taps. ‘Give me your panties.’ Shock burns cheeks. Body betrays. Wetness stirs. I hike skirt. Lace string black. Slide it down. Thighs part. Eyes lock his. He smiles. Takes it. Circles desk. Presses my back. Bend over papers. Elbows hit wood. Skirt up. Ass bare. Fingers spread thighs. Cool air kisses skin. Gland nudges lips. Up. Down. Slick gathers. String in mouth. Salty. Fingers probe anus. Saliva slick. Thumb spreads. Lubed drip trails crack. Heart hammers chest. Rage fights fire. Why stay? Desire coils tight. Gland presses ring. Dilates. Electric burn. I stiffen. He pauses. ‘Point 16. Read aloud.’ Voice velvet menace. ‘14,000 net.’ Lisp through lace. He pushes. Inch invades. Stretch screams silent. Gland pops in. Fire blooms. Legs quake. ‘Last chance.’ Silence my answer. ‘Finish the game.’ Ice voice fails. He grips hips. Drives deep. Rectum yields. Rips cry muffled. Full. Thick. Veins pulse inside. Belly stuffed. Tremors fight control. Skin sweats hot. He pulls out slow. Hole gapes. Lube pours in. Rams back. Bottoms out. Thrusts build. Savage rhythm. Ass cheeks clap. Pain fades to throb. Heat spreads. Control slips. I float. Pounded slut. No lead. Just take. Cock owns gut. Brain fogs red. Fingers itch pen. Self-control claws back. Grab stylo. Paraphrase pages. Each withdraw, sign steady. Thrusts shake desk. Blurts escape. Voice steel. ‘Clear terms.’ He growls. ‘Call Bertin. 208.’ Phone slick palm. Dial. Chevrotante: ‘Monsieur wants you.’ Claps echo. She knows. Fucks speed. Brutal. Gland batters walls. Jouis abandon. Cum nears. Pulls free. Void aches. ‘Turn.’ Sophie kneels. Blonde chignon. Mouth opens. Monster cock gleams. Thick girth stretches lips. My ass remembers stretch. Hand fists hair. Deep throats. Gags. Spasms hit. Jets flood throat. Swallows all. Eyes mesmerize. I spit lace. Wet. Purse it. Skirt falls. Skin scorches. Anus twitches empty. Lubed. Used. He zips. Calm god. ‘Lube yourselves next time.’ Bertin smirks. All do. I will. Heart slows. Burn lingers. Changed. Virgin no more. His.