I put together my "office goth" look and hope these shorts a..
Added 2020-07-08 19:24:16 +0000 UTCI put together my "office goth" look and hope these shorts aren't too short, or tight. I've been pushing the dress code little by little but so far, no complaints. I can feel my ass jiggle as I walk in these shorts, and it's so cold I can tell my nipples are visible through my shirt. I'm called into your office-not uncommon. You often have small tasks for me, and I like to try and show off to you. I like the power dynamic and often get wet at my desk thinking about you fucking me after hours. "I like that outfit you have on today." You say before I have a chance to sit. "Close the door for me." I go and close the door, and I can feel your eyes on my backside. As I come back you ask "Are you cold?" Staring directly at my nipples confidently. "A little, but it's not so bad." I respond not wanting to put on more clothing. "What did you need to see me about?" I ask, moving towards the chair across from you when your pen drops and rolls under your desk. Obviously closer to you, and easy for you to pick up, you make no movement to do so, I jump on the opportunity. "Let me get that for you!" You don't move out of the way, and I have to bend over your thigh to reach for it. You can see my pussy mound through my shorts and are loving this- knowing I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want you. You put your hand on my pussy and can feel the warmth and wetness through the shorts. I gasp and drop the pen, converting my mouth. "I see why the cold doesn't bother you, you're so warm here." You begin rubbing my clit. I am in heaven and lean my weight on your leg. After a moment you stop and massage both my ass cheeks, before giving one of them a smack. The sound rings out on the office, and your smile grows wide. We hear the door start to open and I drop off your thigh under your desk, trying not to make a sound. As you talk all I can focus on is how far you've rolled your chair under the desk and the outline of your hard cock through your pants. I reach forward and rub you through the fabric, squeezing and stroking. Soon I hear the door close again and you back away. "What a naughty girl, stroking my cock while I'm trying up have a conversation." You unzip your pants and pull it out. "You obviously want this, so show me how badly." I stand up and pull my shirt up, breasts dropping out on display, I pull down my shorts revealing a long string of cum connecting my pussy to my panties. I barely an turned around before I'm pushed down onto the desk and I can feel you at my entrance. You pause there, hand on the small of my back holding me down, running the head of your cock up and down my slit. I can't take it anymore, fidgeting under your touch. "Please fuck me." I say, reaching back and spreading myself open. You respond by thing in so hard and fast the desk shifts. My hands cover my mouth while you ram into me hard and fast. I can feel your fingers digging into my hips holding me steady until you turn me on my side, leg on your shoulder. You hit deeper this way and it takes everything to not cry out. "Good office sluts take their bosses cum deep inside them. Are you going to be a good slut?" I nod and manage to say "Yes! Please Sir, I'm a good cum dumpster, use me." You watch my tits bounce as you fuck me harder until you cum hard, deep inside, holding me against you until every drop is deposited in my womb. When you finally pull out cum pours out of my pussy and over the edge of your desk. I prop myself up on my elbows, nipples hard, chest heaving, pussy glistening with your cum. "I wanted to talk about your outfits, dress sluttier for me." I smile. "Yes sir."
