1. Under his desk (Ch 2)


    Date: 10/12/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Asian, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Coercion, Domination / Submission, Humiliation, Interracial, Job / Office Sex, Slavery, Author: Fapworthy Diction, Source: sexstories.com

    I'm down here waiting for him to get hard again. For him to use me a second time. I'm trying not to think about it but it's kind of impossible not to. All my mind wants to do is relive the face-fucking my boss has just given me. He adjusts in his chair and I try to squash myself further against the wood of his desk, afraid to touch his legs after the last annoyed flick he gave my nose. It probably sounds like not a big deal, but it was hard, and he delivered it right to the bridge of my nose, just like you're supposed to train a dog. How long will he keep me here kneeling sideways under his desk, pitifully squeezed in the too-small space between his knees and the mahogany backing? Why am I letting him keep me here? I glance over, thinking about saying something. His fully-erect cock looks back at me. He's already hard again, and that scares me back into silence. He isn't touching himself or anything, but the too-young asian girls on his laptop are still being fucked and flogged. I watched a few, and they're all gross. They lie bent-over some white-man's sofa or bed, powerless and afraid, gasping and yelping scandalously in their stupid, patronizing, unbelievable, high-pitched, cartoon character voices. They slurp up their white daddy's cum and say "thank you master". Sluts. How can he possibly get off on that? Who are you to judge my own mind retorts. It was my fucking idea to crawl down here and suck him off just exactly like one of those cliche meek Asian whores on his ...
    laptop. I literally got the idea from those exact videos. I went looking for a white master too. He kicks me lightly and I look over pensively, that hand of his beaconing. I don't want to. I don't feel sexy anymore, I just feel... lewd; dirty; used. That hand of his though, fingers open, palm down, expectant -- demanding. He wants me to nuzzle up into it like an enthusiastic dog would. I can almost feel his fingers thread through my hair, how he'll steer my head into his crotch. How I'll obediently form my pouty red lips around his cock... No. I want to go home.. this was a mistake. He kicks me again in the thigh. Harder, impatient. I start to cry a little as I turn on my knees to face him. I'll just suck him off one more time. I mean in for a penny, in for a pound right? He can't want any more than two. Most guys can't get off a second time. And after all, this WAS my idea, I'm just over-thinking it. My swollen tits press against his denim-clad knees as I tilt my head, nuzzling into his hand in the way I know he wants -- his obedient pet. His fingers slide around the back of my head like I'd imagined, and I flinch as they close at the back of my neck, gathering a handful of sensitive hair he can use to steer me in whatever way he wants. He pulls it down, forcing my face skyward as he slides his chair back on it's wheels. I crawl out, forced to follow, and I'm kneeling naked between his legs now, facing him, lips parted by his grip. He can see the tears running down my cheeks and ...
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