your weekend. And close the door on your way out," Cunningham said.
"Ah," the unidentified voice said knowingly, and Elle blushed. She'd only been taken by three men in the office: Cunningham, his business partner, Jonathan, and Nolan. But Cunningham had mentioned several times that she would come to know more of her superiors intimately when she was ready. The idea thrilled her in the abstract. After all, nearly everyone she had met was attractive in one way or another. But she wasn't ready for that. Lately, she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for it. It wasn't just about getting filled with cock.
Sure, she needed to feel six hungry, greedy hands taking her. But she also appreciated when Jonathan pulled her aside for a quick one-on-one lunchtime fuck. Her pussy had taken to getting instantly wet whenever she heard him whistling off-key as he approached her office.
Cunningham, on the other hand, mostly punished her when he was alone with her. Sometimes she got on her knees to suck him, but he never fucked her. While he might be semi-warm during certain work situations, when it came to sex, he was a cipher. It was frustrating. Her body needed to be filled and stretched. He knew that, and he obliged her to her heart's content. But it was his affection she ached for. It had been like that since the first time she met him, and the more he touched her, the more she wanted … more.
When she was being fucked by all three men, she had to fight not to look at Cunningham the whole time. Her ears were attuned to his voice, always primed for his command. She thought about him when she masturbated. She daydreamed about him at lunch, during meetings, when she was supposed to be working on a design. Because despite the fact that she was a sexual toy, Cunningham made sure that she worked hard, that she was challenged and that she grew as an artist. He was so damned careful, so protective.
The door closed, and Cunningham liberated his enormous cock, already erect. His chair groaned slightly as he tilted forward. "Take me in your mouth." The bass of his voice reverberated, and Elle shivered.
She crawled out from under the desk, steadied her hands on his thighs and bent forward delicately. She loved this moment just before pleasuring him. With a little smile, she took the smooth, broad tip of his cock between her lips, wetting him generously with her tongue. Cunningham's sigh of approval made her pussy nicely wet.
As always, he tasted just a little salty. He responded quickly as she attended to him, widening in her mouth and growing down her throat. Learning to suck his massive tool without gagging hadn't been easy. Once she moved Mama into a new apartment, she'd practiced every night on her dildos. Now, feeling his body tightening and hearing his low moans, she knew it was worth it.
His fingers unhooked her bra, and he cupped her breasts, then squeezed the nipples, using them to make her soft breasts sway gently. "You like your new wardrobe?"
"Mm," Elle said around Cunningham's cock.
"I have something for you. Come up here."
Elle moved back very slowly, swiveling her head in a twisting motion and lathing him with her tongue.
Cunningham grabbed her forearms and pulled her up. His glistening cock bobbed as it sprang free of her mouth. "Obedience. We've talked about this, haven't we?"
"Yes, sir," Elle said in a whisper.
He twisted her quickly so she was facing away.
"Hands and knees."
Elle fell forward, her glossy hair obstructing her view. She squeezed her eyes closed, knowing what was coming.
A desk drawer opened, sending pens and pencils rattling against each other. Cunningham took his time in rooting through the drawer. Elle trembled in anticipation. Was he looking for something to spank her with or something to fuck her with?
"I wanted to reward you today, but I find that yet again, I have to punish you." The drawer slammed shut and Cunningham rubbed the familiar wooden ruler over the curves of her ass. Elle
"Ah," the unidentified voice said knowingly, and Elle blushed. She'd only been taken by three men in the office: Cunningham, his business partner, Jonathan, and Nolan. But Cunningham had mentioned several times that she would come to know more of her superiors intimately when she was ready. The idea thrilled her in the abstract. After all, nearly everyone she had met was attractive in one way or another. But she wasn't ready for that. Lately, she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for it. It wasn't just about getting filled with cock.
Sure, she needed to feel six hungry, greedy hands taking her. But she also appreciated when Jonathan pulled her aside for a quick one-on-one lunchtime fuck. Her pussy had taken to getting instantly wet whenever she heard him whistling off-key as he approached her office.
Cunningham, on the other hand, mostly punished her when he was alone with her. Sometimes she got on her knees to suck him, but he never fucked her. While he might be semi-warm during certain work situations, when it came to sex, he was a cipher. It was frustrating. Her body needed to be filled and stretched. He knew that, and he obliged her to her heart's content. But it was his affection she ached for. It had been like that since the first time she met him, and the more he touched her, the more she wanted … more.
When she was being fucked by all three men, she had to fight not to look at Cunningham the whole time. Her ears were attuned to his voice, always primed for his command. She thought about him when she masturbated. She daydreamed about him at lunch, during meetings, when she was supposed to be working on a design. Because despite the fact that she was a sexual toy, Cunningham made sure that she worked hard, that she was challenged and that she grew as an artist. He was so damned careful, so protective.
The door closed, and Cunningham liberated his enormous cock, already erect. His chair groaned slightly as he tilted forward. "Take me in your mouth." The bass of his voice reverberated, and Elle shivered.
She crawled out from under the desk, steadied her hands on his thighs and bent forward delicately. She loved this moment just before pleasuring him. With a little smile, she took the smooth, broad tip of his cock between her lips, wetting him generously with her tongue. Cunningham's sigh of approval made her pussy nicely wet.
As always, he tasted just a little salty. He responded quickly as she attended to him, widening in her mouth and growing down her throat. Learning to suck his massive tool without gagging hadn't been easy. Once she moved Mama into a new apartment, she'd practiced every night on her dildos. Now, feeling his body tightening and hearing his low moans, she knew it was worth it.
His fingers unhooked her bra, and he cupped her breasts, then squeezed the nipples, using them to make her soft breasts sway gently. "You like your new wardrobe?"
"Mm," Elle said around Cunningham's cock.
"I have something for you. Come up here."
Elle moved back very slowly, swiveling her head in a twisting motion and lathing him with her tongue.
Cunningham grabbed her forearms and pulled her up. His glistening cock bobbed as it sprang free of her mouth. "Obedience. We've talked about this, haven't we?"
"Yes, sir," Elle said in a whisper.
He twisted her quickly so she was facing away.
"Hands and knees."
Elle fell forward, her glossy hair obstructing her view. She squeezed her eyes closed, knowing what was coming.
A desk drawer opened, sending pens and pencils rattling against each other. Cunningham took his time in rooting through the drawer. Elle trembled in anticipation. Was he looking for something to spank her with or something to fuck her with?
"I wanted to reward you today, but I find that yet again, I have to punish you." The drawer slammed shut and Cunningham rubbed the familiar wooden ruler over the curves of her ass. Elle
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