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I walked along the hallway that led to the offices, the screams and laughter of over-excited children becoming muffled a I continued further. I had just finished all of my jobs requested of me by Mr. Afton and was heading back to his office as ordered to once I had completed everything.
I reached the wooden door and knocked, waiting for an answer. A muffled yet discernible tired voice replied with 'Come in'. Opening the door, I walked in and quietly closed it behind me- not wishing to disturb him. I stood in front of the door, facing the wall opposite of it- awaiting for Mr. Afton's que to speak, being once he finished writing his sentence. Having finished, he looked up at me expectantly.
"I finished my tasks, sir." I spoke, being straight to the point- not wasting his time.
"Good", he replied nonchalantly, looking back at his paperwork and continuing. "Give me a few more minutes to finish. You can sit down in the meantime.", he vaguely gestured to the couch on his left- or right in front of me.
I sat down stiffly, sitting upright and proper- staring down at my hands which I tightly clasped together- while being still and quiet, not wanting to distract him in any capacity. Minutes passed by and all I could hear was the scribbling of his pen, broken up by the occasional silence as he looked something over. Breaking the pattern was the rustling of paper as he picked multiple pieces up and organised it before placing it inside one of his organised metal filing cabinets. He sat back down before looking over at me.
"Thank you for being patient.", I looked up at him, trying my best to meet his gaze as he spoke to me- not doing very well. He continued, "You finished those tasks I assigned you very quickly- to the best of your ability I assume, as you always do~", he flashed me a chipped smile. "Efficiency is always a very welcomed value I look for in people."
I nodded in gratitude for his compliment, being rare to receive one from the man.
"It's one of the reason's I made you my 'assistant',", he smile turned playful- a sleasy grin that reached upwards, "although, I can think of some alternative reasons as well."
He rolled his chair away from the desk, spreading his legs apart in a subtle manner, inviting me over. Blush coated my cheeks as I obliged. I placed myself on top of his thighs, facing his desk.
His hands immediately got to groping, squeezing parts of my body like my thighs, sides, breasts and shoulders.
"So plush…" he mumbled to himself, hot breath against the exposed back of my neck.
I held still and kept facing the desk as I let him touch my body as he pleased, closing my eyes and beginning to pant as his groping quickly excited me.
He would occasionally dip his hands in between my thighs, basking in the heat, most definitely teasing me as he brought his hands near my pelvis only to leave and continue to trace around other sections of my body.
My own hands were placed on the sides of his legs, not exactly gripping but twitching with each pleasurable sensation he brought me.
He eventually fixated on my breasts, tracing my cleavage with his fingers in soft touches before squeezing them together and cupping them from underneath- fitting his hands underneath my bra-, seemingly playing with and enjoying the weight, squishiness and warmth they provided.
He removed his hands from my front, he brought them to my back and undid the clasps of my bra before impatiently sliding the straps down from my shoulders before I did the rest, least he tear the garment to pieces.
Sliding the piece out from under my shirt, I tossed it to the floor- into the kneehole of the desk. His hands went back to groping, occasionally pinching and teasing my hard nipples, causing me to wince. I heard him laugh, short and cruel- undoubtedly smiling. He knew that I was the most sensitive there, and that it never provided me any pleasure- rather sharp pain and not the kind I enjoy or usually would feel enjoyable. He did it purely for selfish and sadistic reasons, like he always does.
"Do you remember the last time we did this?", he suddenly asked, still in a sultry tone.
It caught me off guard, making me take time to catch up with what he asked and then taking time to think. "A… month?", I replied, meek and uncertain.
"Around that time", he affirmed. "Too long either way…" he mumbled against my neck, beginning to push his tongue against my skin. "You have no idea how pent up I have been, bunny…"
He gripped my hips, pushing them down onto his crotch, his hard on pressing against my own crotch, my body clenching around nothing in desperation.
Besides his aggressive licking, he began to nibble and pepper my neck with kisses which became more violent as he grew impatient and needy.
My back arched and my grip strained on his thighs, gripping the fabric tightly. Every pant in my ear and every bite on my neck sent sparks through my nerves and to my brain, overstimulation filling my senses in an fascinating sensation.
Apparently having enough, he shoved his hands down to my thighs and gripped them to a near painful experience, releasing just at the tipping point before slipping his hands in-between them and tracing the tips of his fingers against my clothed privates.
"This needs to go…", he breathed, hooking his fingers into my pants.
He began to tug them off me, forcing me to quickly lift myself to assist him. He left them to pool around my calves, wrapping his arm back around my waist to bring me flush against his back again. He left me exposed in my underwear as he peered over from behind my shoulder- breathing heavy- as his unoccupied hand cupped my crotch as he lightly traced his finger against my entrance, occasionally pressing on it to slightly dip inside before repeating the process. It almost felt ticklish, causing me to slightly squirm amongst the pleasurable sensations.
"So wet…", he mumbled. "You must have missed this~", he chuckled, purring in my ear.
I began to blush before whining and lifting my hips into his touch, needing him to go further. I didn’t care how increasingly wet I became, just needing to have skin on skin contact with him.
"I want to see you…" he stated, desperation lacing his voice. "Take everything off~"
He pushed at my hips, a sign that he wanted me to stand up. Standing up, and kicking the rest of my pants off with minimal movement, I realised I felt out of place. I looked behind me and saw his lustful stare. It looked like he was ready to eat me, hunger glazing his vision as he palmed himself with a considerable amount of strength that looked painful to a third party viewer.
"Will.. I-I…", I looked away from his intense gaze which was glued to my body, feeling so uncomfortable by being demanded to strip in front of him- unsure where to start or what to do, turning to face him but still looked away.
Well, maybe that isn't completely true. I knew what to do and how to strip, it's simple as, but it just… I just… I didn’t know how to make it seem or feel right. I felt like I was going to mess up somehow.
He stopped palming and looked to my face. I stole a glance back at him and it seemed he was annoyed at my reluctance… though I could have been imagining it.
My gaze became downcast, feeling heartbroken that I most likely disappointed him.
"Hey, rabbit…", he called softly. "It's alright". He gripped my hand, and traced over my knuckles softly.
His hand left mine and landed on my side, sliding down to rest on my waist before turning me around and residing there again.
"I'll take care of you, my bunny… just focus on me…", he whispered.
He hooked his thumbs into my underwear and began to drag them down. I took a deep breath, holding it as I stiffened while I was slowly exposed to him.
William did not make eye contact with me and instead stared at my crotch as it was revealed to him. He left my underwear at my knees, letting them fall to my feet as I quickly stepped out of them, moving them behind me to be beside my bra.
The blush coating my cheeks became stronger as he continued to stare unabashed. He seemed to snap out of it, bringing his hands upwards and grabbing the bottom of my jumper. He looked up at me and upon noticing that I wasn’t going to make a move to take it off, he took it upon himself.
As he began to lift it up, I immediately grabbed one of his wrists and squeezed. Of course, I did not have nearly enough strength to cause any pain, or even discomfort at that, but it got my message across. He looked back up and saw my wide eyes. He yielded and settled for what he already had, deciding he had more than enough to work with it.
"Sit on the desk.", he said sternly.
I did as he said, letting my legs fall open with his hands on my knees as he rolled his chair closer. He spread my legs further apart and told me to lay back, providing him a full view of me.
"I had nearly forgotten how good you look…", he groaned. "Such a beautiful young girl~"
I laid completely back on his desk, well not completely as I would fall off, but I laid back as much as I could- looking to the ceiling as I held myself up with my elbows.
He brought one on his hands to rest on top of my thighs while the other traced my clit. He played with it, causing me to twitch and writher around on the desk, whining as he stimulated me.
"Bunny…", he breathed out, making me jump as his breath suddenly hit my clit.
He chuckled at my reaction, moving both hands to hold me down at my hips while he quickly flicked my clit with his tongue.
It felt like years since he has eaten me out. He hadn't even bothered to last time which made it shocking he decided to now, especially with how desperate he seemed.
"Mhm… Mr. Afton…", I moaned for him, losing my breath as he continued to play around with my clit.
His chair rolled closer as he put more effort into providing me pleasure. He added suction to the mix as he closed around my bud, before dipping down and inserting his tongue inside me with a fervour I haven't felt in a long time.
He lifted my thighs off the desk, placing them on his shoulders- encompassing his head from the outside world. My hand left the desk and entangled itself in his dark hair, which he didn’t seem to mind, gripping it tightly as waves of pleasure forced my muscles to twitch and convulse.
He switched between the two, either circling my clit and putting pressure upon it with the wet muscle or drinking my fluids like a mad man, making me crave more as I gently tugged on his hair- attempting to bring him closer.
As my thighs clenched around his head and neck, he pried them off himself, removing his head from in between my legs. He licked his lips, removing the surrounding excess slick the was smeared across his mouth as he moved to sit upright again, bones cracking in his back as he did so- a small grimace on his face. I then realised that he was hunched over and that his age reflected an uncomfortable reality of his flexibility.
"Feeling better?", he smugly asked as I panted.
All I did was whine as I leaned my head back further, tilting upside down as I stared at the wall on the opposite side of the room where the seam met the ceiling.
He laughed and placed his mouth back atop of my clit, applying a gentle suction as he moved one of his unoccupied hands to my entrance- swiping lightly other my folds with the tip of his pointer finger.
The muscles in my thighs twitched, my nerves sparking from the teasing and pleasure. He continued to hold me down by my thigh before leaning forward, slowly inserting his finger and letting his hand that rested on my thigh travel upwards underneath my jumper to rest against my the top of my waist while his face essentially rested on my crotch- continuously working his tongue and lips over my button.
He slowly let his finger slide into my canal, before quickly curling it and moving it side to side- scraping my sides. He pulled it in and out in a quick pace, suddenly inserting a second finger as he pulled the initial one out before thrusting both of them inside at the same time.
The harsh stretch and burn made me jolt and grimace before the initial pain was washed away to a dull burn due to the constant stimulation of my clit, essentially forcing me to forget about the intrusion and relax.
"Will…", I cooed weakly, hips softly grinding against his face- seeking more of the pleasure he was providing me.
He groaned, his hand gripping my waist tightly, causing dents in the skin, as licked lower to catch some of the excess slick leaving my core.
Pressure was building in my lower abdomen, causing sporadic bucks into his mouth as I my shoulder blades pressed further into the wood of the desk, a hand of mine woven into William's rich brown hair as my other one moved up to my mouth which I bit down upon, steeling myself from letting loose louder whines and lewd sounds that would possibly be too loud even for William's sound proofed office.
My eyes became lidded, loosing myself to the sensations provided to me as the tension rose and rose, my whines increasing and increasing. I was close to exploding, so close to reaching the tipping point before 3 sharp knocks sounded at Mr. Afton's door.
Everything immediately stopped and the air shifted to a state of panic. I sat up and looked at the door and William moved back to rest in his chair, looking in the same direction as me.
William began to fix his appearance, beginning with his hair and face before righting his clothing.
"Under the desk.", he sternly whispered to me, rolling back from the desk. "Now.", he harshly told me, looking at me when I didn’t move quick enough.
I hastily slid off his desk and crouched beneath the desk before resting on my knees as he kicked my clothing underneath as well. He suddenly wheeled his chair forward, forcing me back against the wall of the desk at the bottom. There wasn’t much room in the small compartment, my body quickly becoming cramped from the position I was forced into.
My neck was positioned at an odd angle, my head turned to the side as it was forced against the top of the desk while I was somewhat hunched forward on my knees, my back aching from the forced curvature. The only way to alleviate the pain and discomfort was to lean more forward to, at the very least, straighten out my back and neck. The only issue was the fact that William was in the way, his crotch blocking my only way of comfort.
I heard William move around some paper's on his desk that he took out of one of the draws, somewhat hunched over, pretending to be working on something.
"Come in.", he announced as loud as he could, ensuring the other individual would hear through the door.
The door opened to reveal Henry's voice. The door was gently shut as I heard footsteps approach the desk. Henry began the conversation, expanding into business talk which seemed like it was going to take forever. Henry bringing up and discussing issues with the business and other economic topics I did not understand or simply take an interest in.
I held back a long sigh and gritted my teeth. This was a conversation that seemed mildly important as it involved the business and would be one to go on for a long time due to its involvement.
Looking at my options and feeling my ever increasing pain from my back, I ultimately decided to get comfortable in the only possible manner.
I silently and quickly shifted my weight onto my right hip, leaning forward and laying my head against the inside of William's thigh and the bottom of the office chair in between the space of his parted legs.
I closed my eyes a let a miniature smile come to my face at the relief I felt from the more comfortable position. I took a deep breath and blush coated my cheeks, neurons igniting my arousal at the smell- the musk- that was undeniably William.
Opening my eyes, I could see how close Mr. Afton's crotch was to me. I swallowed my sudden build-up of saliva and decided to scoot closer.
I slowly lowered my face into his bulge, adding more force- wanting to be as close as possible. I left myself there as I took deep breaths, hands coming up to grip his thighs as I laid there.
Out of the blue, one of Mr. Afton's hands was put a top of my head. My eye's shot open as I stiffened, fearing I had done something too bold in the presence of someone else. I made the motion to lift my head to remove myself from him but was met with pressure pushing me back in place.
Did he want me to continue? I placed my head back in place and closed my eyes. Doing so, I received small, non-observable, pats atop my head. My stomach did flips at that.
My smile came back full force as I pushed my face further into his crotch, beginning to nuzzle against his warm and hard length. I rubbed my cheek into the clothed appendage like some desperate animal, demanding his scent to rub onto me, repeating the process over and over.
It seemed William enjoyed it as well, the occasional twitch of his length as push against my head that smothered my face against him.
I got brave and inched my hands up his thighs landing on his belt, fingers hooking onto it. I let them stay there, waiting for an indication either positive or negative- none of which ever came.
Unsure, I continued my trek forward, hands meeting the buckle in the middle. I moved quietly and slowly, making an intentional effort to not have the metal clink and make a noticeable sound to Henry.
Fumbling slightly, I got the job done in a surprising amount of time, somewhat discarding the thought and requirement to be quiet in my haste of enthusiasm.
I left his belt in the loops, just loosened as it sat open, before beginning to open the zipper- also hastily done with a lack of care. As I tugged it open, I felt one of his legs shift next to me, leading to him rearranging himself slightly in his chair.
I tentatively laid my fingertips over his cock, pressing lightly into it through the last article of clothing. I moved my fingers over his length in a kneading manner, adding pressure incrementally. I was transfixed on the action, broken out of it by feeling Mr. Afton's fingernails scrap against my scalp lovingly. A hand was fisted into my hair, tugging on it as though he was attempting to steel himself and complete the façade for the current audience in the room.
I decided to move on, taking the final step to reach the desired destination we both want. I hooked my fingers into the waist band of his underwear, pulling the front of it down to allow just enough of his erection out, leaving it to rest behind his balls.
Seeing his erection free, my mouth salivated- body desperate for his taste which I haven't had in far too long. Taking it in hand, I admired the weight and girth as it laid against my palm. The head that radiated off it was comforting while the skin was soft.
I lightly dragged my palm up and down the side, feeling the softness as it glided against the skin on skin contact, before wrapping my hand around the middle firmly. I squeezed before letting go and travelling up to the top, fingers coming in contact with the plush tip.
His legs shifted again as I swiped my thumb over his slit, pressing down on the entrance. I massaged it slightly with my thumb, precum collecting on the pad of my digit making the surrounding area slick. Moving my thumb off to the side, I pressed down harder while still bringing it away from the slit, stretching the opening playfully.
Entranced by the plush skin stretching, I brought my other hand to the tip, using my other thumb to pull the flesh around the urethra taught, enthralled by the elasticity. Letting the flesh relax, I squeezed the tip between my thumb and forefinger before dragging my hand down the length, firmly pressing the length between my two fingers along the way until I reached the base.
I held William's erection at the base, close to my face as I continued to breathe in his musk. I looked over the length, seeing a clear bead of liquid at his tip's entrance- collecting there as his arousal continued to grow.
I wet my lips before angling his cock slightly towards me, shuffling forward as much as I could as my hunger grew for his taste. I doubt it was something Mr. Afton was expecting due to his sharp inhale -which he hastily covered up as a cough- when I swiped my tongue over the pre that split from his length.
I could only deduce that he was sensitive- time spent not receiving anything of a similar manner making his body yearn for the feeling.
I inwardly cringed at the inherent salty taste as soon as it met with my tongue and as I brought my appendage back into my mouth, I felt the sticky substance coat my roof as well. I swallowed and scrapped my tongue on the sides of my teeth, attempting to remove the uncomfortable texture.
William's hand pushed on my head, clearly wanting more- forcefully guiding me back to his length. I opened my mouth and let his tip enter my mouth, tongue cushioning it as I let it rest there.
I closed my eyes as I let myself enjoy the sensation of having him in my mouth again, along with the comfortable added weight. I let my tongue lave against the soft flesh of William's tip, enjoying the masculine taste of his cock.
I began to suckle on the head, tongue pushing and rubbing insistently as I gently nursed on it. Mr. Afton's hand gripped my hair as I continued to pamper the head with attention, before he used my hair as a point of leverage to lightly drag my head further down his length.
I understood what he wanted and began to slowly take more and more of him in, bobbing back and forth along his cock and swallowing more of down with each forward motion. I wanted to move slowly so I didn’t choke, not wanting to make much sound to hopefully not alert Henry to my peculiar location between Mr. Afton's legs.
I stopped above halfway, already feeling my gag reflex itching. Saliva was gathering at my the corners of my mouth as I continued up and down, never pushing past my gag reflex. I continued in this steady rhythm, lulling into a hypnosis which was broken by William's eagerness.
He clearly did not understand I was at my limit on his cock and suddenly pushed my head down on one of my downward sweeps, pushing quite a substantial amount beyond my gag reflex, causing me a sudden flare of panic which in turn resulted in my eyes shooting open as I successfully fought back a yelp but unfortunately not the urge to close my mouth, which went as well as you could imagine, while I reeled back my head as my teeth scraped against the sensitive skin.
William's knee quickly jerked upwards into the desk, making it lift a few centimetres from the floor for a few short seconds before landing back against the floor, as he made a pained groan- doubling over the desk. His hand had also aided in pulling me away from his cock as I accidentally bit down on it, gripping my hair and holding me very still at the tip.
Quickly, Henry's voice shifted to worry which filled the entire office as he questioned William what was wrong.
"I'm fine…", Mr. Afton gritted out, panting as he still sat hunched over the desk- arm around his stomach. "Just… stomach pains is all… 'Must be getting sick."
"Are you sure you didn’t strain something, y'know from working?", Henry insisted. "You seemed to be in a lot of pain and I don’t think 'stomach pains' would be so painful…"
"I'm fine", William affirmed strongly.
"Maybe you should take time off if you're feeling unwe-", Henry persisted to William, who was cut short.
"I. am. fine." William snapped.
The room fell quiet after Mr. Afton's harsh tone.
"Okay…", Henry said, most likely taken back from his best friend's words.
"Sorry, Hen…", William began softly, "Just been busy with work and home…"
"The stress…", Henry finished for him. "No, I get it." I could only imagine Henry was giving some sort of acknowledging smile to him.
"Yeah…", William sighed.
"We can finish this another day… I'll let you finish here. Feel free to go home afterwards, just don’t overwork yourself, okay?", Henry told his friend softly, before leaving the office without another word.
All William gave was a low and barely acknowledgeable 'Mmh' before Henry just left. I could see the tension leave his spine from where I was as he leaned back against his plush office chair. I couldn’t see his face and I couldn’t imagine what expression he must have. I was unsure of what he was feeling. All I was hoping for was that he wouldn’t be so mad at my accident.
He quickly relinquished his relaxed state, letting go of his intense grip on my hair to roll his chair back, staring down at me underneath his desk.
I couldn’t place the look he gave, but it didn’t seem mad… or was he just masking it?
I quickly adverted my eyes, looking down at the floor bashfully, gripping the hem of my jumper tightly as I conjured up words in my throat.
"I… I'm really, really, sorry..", I forced through my throat, words having an audible tremble to it. "I really didn’t m-mean to… I was just in-In a 'zone' and you s-surpris-"
"So you didn’t mean to?", William cut me off, having almost a light teasing tone to his voice.
My head slowly lifted to meet his gaze only for me to see he had a light-hearted smile upon his features. This immediately confused me. I expected a different reaction… not anything near this. I nodded my head in a shameful 'no'.
He gave a short and soft laugh. "And here I was thinking you were just trying something new, or being a bit testy~".
He seemed so… fine… with what happened. I smiled up at him- relieved, even giving a small laugh alongside his. I leaned forward towards his knee, wanting to be close to him.
I was relaxing against his knee, head laying against the it with my eyes closed as I smiled- relieved the interaction didn’t go aggressively. Suddenly, my hair was gripped and yanked harshly upwards. I whine found its way to my throat and died off quickly as my neck was uncomfortable pulled taught backwards. I kept trying to lean into the unyielding hold, wanting to alleviate the pain so badly but was unable to do so due to my position.
I whimpered as I squinted up at Mr. Afton from my blurry eyes. He held a malicious and sadistic glint in his eyes, something that rang danger in my head.
"But in all seriousness, never do something like that again."
His voice held an unnatural pleasant tone to it yet somehow still possessed the very real threat in his words.
He let go of my hair and I held my head low, heart too stricken with fear to look him up in the eye. He grabbed the collar of my jumper and dragged me out from underneath his desk, still on my knees.
"Stand up.", he commanded.
He grabbed my hips once I was stood up and manhandled me to hover over his lap, straddling his legs in an awkward manner. He shifted his legs a little wider and settled further into his chair.
He moved one of his hands of my hip to help guide his cock over my entrance while the other hand held my hips just above.
"You're going to ride me.", he stated plainly.
I gulped, knowing how painful it always was to get started when riding him. He knew this too. I could only assume it was a punishment or payback.
I whimpered as he pushed down on my hip, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He slid his tip back and forth between my folds, gathering my slick. On the final back and forth motion, he slowly pushed and pushed upwards while simultaneously pushing me downwards, forcing the head in.
My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping his suit jacket tightly as the stretch burned. No matter how much prep I receive, it always feels like he's tearing me apart- the way his cock spreads me open feeling like it shouldn’t be possible.
He continued to push down on me and up with his hips, inserting the last of his plush tip inside me before stopping, giving me a moments rest.
I didn’t let up on his suit jacket, still clinging on for dear life as the pain barely subsided, the burn lingering strongly.
Mr. Afton removed his hand from his cock and brought it back up to my hip while the other one slid up to my back- cradling it through my jumper.
Barely anytime was given to me to adjust to the intrusion before he was back to moving again- small thrusts with the tip, gradually working more of his cock inside me.
It felt like he was carving his way into me, slowly sawing his cock into my canal bit by bit, sculpting my innards to fit his cock specifically, like all the times before.
Every time more of him was inserted into me, I only felt more full- the stretch filling me up in a mind-numbing manner that I loved alongside the sting that I was becoming accustomed too, which never left.
I whined into William's neck breathlessly as more than half of his cock was inside me now, feeling less nervous about riding him now as the pleasure slowly started to roll in like waves. I began to rock back onto his cock, somewhat meeting his thrusts in an off-pace, sloppy fashion.
He responded with a low groan next to my ear. I arched my back, pushing away from his neck to meet his face. I couldn’t meet his eyes, only staring at his lips. I leaned in, meeting my lips to his- being a bit forceful out of desperation, just needing more of Mr. Afton.
He replied with the same neediness, mashing his mouth against mine as a hand cradled and pushed my head further against his. He nipped at my lip before sliding his tongue against them, attempting to force it into my mouth.
I opened up, letting him invade my throat as he aggressively made out with me, essentially feeling like he was violating my mouth.
He suddenly broke off for air while he pushed me the rest of the way down onto his cock, having me rest on his lap.
A whine found its way to my throat as I sat there, full of William. I felt him twitch inside me as he bottomed out, causing my canal to clench around him greedily at the small stimulation.
"Come on, bunny… ride me like I said.", Mr. Afton cooed to me, moving both his hands to rest on my hips.
I whimpered, slightly shifting my legs into a better position alongside my hands, which now rested at the tops of his shoulders.
"Yes, daddy…", I whispered, voice laced with lust yet apprehension as well.
I lifted myself up gently, feeling the way his cock scrapped against my walls before sitting down again, relishing in the feeling of being filled up once more. I breathed out a moan at the sensation, ignoring the burning that came from this position and solely focused on the pleasure as much as possible.
Mr. Afton left it up to me to bounce up and down on his cock, clearly wanting me to do all the work as he basks in the pleasure, only occasionally pushing and pulling on my hips as a hint to go faster.
I resituated my face back into the crook of Mr. Afton's neck, allowing for a more comfortable position to ride him and to smother the shameful, breathy noises that spilled from my throat sporadically.
I took in deep breaths occasionally, breathing in the deep musk that was William's cologne and sweat, acutely aware of everything Mr. Afton- even the small puffs of breath he would let out, one of the indicators that he was still enjoying this.
"D-daddy…", I stuttered out, exhaling all the tension from my body as it was fucked out of me.
"Fuck… Rabbit~…", he breathed out in a deep tone close to my ear, breath stuttering as his grip on my hips increased.
Suddenly, he was helping me bounce and slam back down onto his cock quite forcefully by my hips- essentially yanking and pushing with all his might to slam me up and down. Higher pitched noises were rung from my throat from the increased brutality.
The next thing I knew was that his hips were lifting off the chair to thrust inside me while continuing to manoeuvre me on his lap like some toy for his pleasure, all of which I greatly appreciated. It allowed me to relax and take what he was giving me.
"F-Fu-uck..", I breathed out between harsh thrusts. "Mr. A-Afton!~"
I cried out for him, nearly drooling onto his suit jacket as I nuzzled into his neck as he continued to give me a rough fucking. I bit my lip as he used me as a fleshlight, whining more and more often as he drew me closer to my high.
His own breath became sporadic and interrupted between soft, yet deep, groans of his while he cooed my name gently, which was a stark contrast to the brutal thrusting and handling he was giving me.
"Chris…", he purred to me, panting afterwards. "…You're.. Such a whore.. For daddy… aren't you~"
His hands dipped lower, gripping the curve of my ass as he somehow attempted to use me rougher than before.
A strained 'Mmh!~' forced its way through my throat and into William's neck as I gripped onto him harder, reaching around to his shoulder blade to cling onto him more.
Opening my eyes a crack, I was met with Mr. Afton's throat- or the side of it to be precise. Despite being casted in mainly shadow, the sweat that accumulated from our combined heat and the 'workout' we were currently partaking in glistened slightly were the light just met it.
I moaned and stroked my tongue against his neck, feeling the strong muscle tense underneath as his breath stuttered and he moaned. I tasted his skin and the sweat which gave a strong and persistent taste of salt as I pressed my tongue more insistently against his throat. I licked short and long stripes over and over again against his skin between pants and moans as he hummed in approval at the feeling.
"Baby…", he panted, a quiet moan sounding from him after.
I gave small nips and bits at his neck, none of which would leave marks, switching between the two before slowing down as my high slowly became the only thing on my mind.
"H-Hah!.. Will!..", back arching as my release was steadily climbing.
Words barely left my throat, instead being replaced by high pitched moans.
"Come on sweetheart… Cum for me little rabbit~…", Mr. Afton moaned, groping me roughly.
Little, clipped noises left me as my legs quivered, barely able to hold myself up- making me glad for William holding me up as he still used me.
My body went slack as I rested against shoulder, face still next to his neck just slightly angled away so I could breathe better.
Small, weak moans and pants left me as he still continued towards his peak, reaching it soon as the noises that left him were strained and his thrusts grew irregular and sloppy, clearly too close to keep a rhythm.
"Jesus…Christ! Fu-ck!", Mr. Afton yelled out, quickly pulling me off last second to hold me above his cock as his hips stuttered up but soon rested back on the chair.
He held me above his lap and let me rest my weight on him as he rested into his office chair, both of us taking time to come down from our high. I moved my hand down to my pussy, having a strange feeling of residing heat, only to pull away my hand to find a sticky white liquid.
I sighed and look down at his softening cock, looking at the mess.
"…You're pants are ruined…" I mumbled, resting my head back onto his shoulder.
William's head lifted from the back of the chair and moved me around slightly, to look for himself. He groaned before leaning his head back again. All he did was shrug lightly.
I slipped out of his grasp and knelt on the floor by the desk, between his legs. He didn’t resist and let me go, letting his arms rest of the sides of the chair.
"William?…" I asked.
He hummed in response.
"Do you… uhm… have a cloth o-or tissues… in the room? Some of your cum got onto… me."
He seemed to tense up for a moment before relaxing again. "…Second draw…", was all he replied to me.
Opening the desk draw, I pulled out a box of tissues. I took a few and carefully wiped away his seed from my privates. I used my clean hand to insert a finger into me, making sure none of his cum had been spilled inside me.
Luckily, it seemed none had and only some strong spurts had landed on the outside.
I threw the soiled tissues away into the small metal bin by his desk. I grabbed some more and began to wipe away the excess on his pants then his cock. His legs twitched when I began to wipe away his cooling seed on his exposed skin but settled quickly, letting me do the work.
After cleaning him to an acceptable state, I thew away the rest of the tissues and grabbed my clothes and began to put them back on.
William heard me moving and saw me stand as I put back on my pants and tucked himself away before sitting up in his chair, having recuperated.
I stood in front of him, waiting for instructions. He righted the rest of himself before talking to me.
"Take a seat on the couch, lay and rest if you want.", he nodded to it before continuing to talk. "I will take the both of us home after closing…"
He waited for me to move out of his way to the desk before fixing it and pulling out some paperwork from one of his draws to work on as he waited for the time to close.
I sat down on the sofa before laying down and staring up at the ceiling. I took a quick glance at William who was hunched over the papers already but caught him looking in my direction, locking eyes with him. He gave me a smile which I automatically returned before blushing and looking back at the ceiling.
I let my mind drift, smiling still at the ceiling as I thought about him.
I was lucky to have Mr. Afton. Nothing would ever change my mind about that.