The Assistant's Replacement

~ a femme/butch story with butch girlcock and cockwarming <3 enjoy. I know nothing about businesses or dicks, so anything that's unrealistic was on purpose and an artistic choice xx I will delete transphobic comments ~

Otonia is having, for lack of a better term, a fantastic fucking day. It was one of those mornings where she woke up fully refreshed and not in the middle of a REM cycle, setting the tone for the rest of it: hair behaving perfectly, makeup laying invisibly, clothes fitting impeccably. She had her favorite matching lingerie on, a lacy lavender number she only wore on the most important of days.

Even the weather was agreeing with her, a sweet spring day where everything seemed to be blossoming and humming with life, the weather still mild before the summer heat truly came. It was practically a fucking Disney scene; all she was missing was woodland creatures singing back to her.

She'd taken advantage of the empty train car to call her twin and talk through her standard first day anxiety spiral. Asteria had nodded and interjected at the right moments, a repeat performance as a witness to her sister's crash outs, but Toni gave her sister the credit at the end of it even if it was really just something she worked out herself. She was kind like that.

She'd applied as a personal assistant to Montevero Strategic Security on a drunken lark a few weeks ago. Her, Asteria, and their younger siblings had been celebrating the end of Toni's long divorce, and they'd dared her to apply to some random positions on Craigslist. Of all ten, MSS was the only one that seemed legitimate and least likely to be a human trafficking organization or glorified multilevel marketing. It's located somewhere in the industrial side of the city in an old neighborhood Toni's never ventured into before, which perhaps lends more suspicious energy to the whole situation than really exists, but the interview had been professional and quick and none of the usual bullshit about being a family. She'd left it feeling cautiously hopeful.

It had panned out, obviously. She was currently trailing behind Bianca, the pregnant woman she's inheriting the position (assistant to the company head, Sam De Luca) from, as Bianca shows her around the building. It's spacious and minimally decorated, with much more space than she would've imagined a security company needed. But hey, what the fuck did she know about security?

"Alright, Ms. Faust, we'll just need to drop these reports off to Samira in finance, then you're free to go for lunch. Sam should be back by then, so you'll be able to meet them after."

Samira in finance turns out to be a very beautiful Indian woman who promises to take Toni out for drinks soon. Her and Bianca split off from Toni as they head to lunch, and Toni bounces on her heels as she rides the elevator up, and up and up, to the top floor where her desk is, chewing on her lip. She's not familiar with this part of town yet, but she's fairly sure there's a coffee shop nearby that her and Asteria stopped at one time.

She's peering down at her phone, playing geographer with Maps to figure out where the hell that place is, when the door opens with a ping. She steps forward without thinking at the same moment a solid shoulder collides with hers, and then she's completely drenched in iced coffee.

She stands in stunned silence, dripping, mouth agape. Her future number one workplace enemy (seriously, who the hell steps onto an elevator without letting people off first?) stares at her in similarly stunned silence, honey brown eyes meeting her hazel ones for what feels like an eternity.

It's then that Catastrophic Event #3 happens (the first was forgetting her lunch at home, which she was willing to brush off until Catastrophic Events nos. 2 and 3): her soon-to-be murder victim is devastatingly, stupidly hot. Toni's never been one to find someone instantly attractive, not really, not without knowing them at least a little, and she's never found herself to have a type other than emotionally unavailable mascs who may or may not be cheating on her.

But fuck, she's almost salivating.

They're taller than her by a few inches with olive brown skin and brilliantly sharp, strong features, currently arranged in abject shock and horror. Their button down looks luxuriously soft and perfectly tailored, some little quiet luxury number in a dark olive green with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone to reveal a smooth chest and a golden chain. Their shoulders are broad and muscled, visible even beneath the fabric, and the hands that they're holding in mid-air, hesitant and unsure of how to best help, glint with gold rings. Tattoos line their hands and arms and going off the few undone buttons at the top of their shirt, chest.

"Oh, fuck." Their voice is low and rough, the kind of natural smokiness that Toni dreams of in her wettest dreams. She's concerned this is a hallucination. "You alright?"

Catastrophic Event #4 happens next when she realizes how very much not alright she is. Hot tears prickle at the back of her eyes when the miserable reality sets in: sticky coffee drying on her skin and the clothes her mother had gifted her ages ago. And she still had a forty-five minute train ride one way back home, which meant she'd have to figure out how to get an iced oat milk latte out of vintage Chanel in the workplace bathroom or throw herself under a construction vehicle.

She meets the most cataclysmically hot butch she's ever seen in her life, and she's drenched in coffee, of fucking course.

Toni blinks back to reality, body unfreezing, when she finds herself maneuvered to the hallway. The group that had been there disperses into the elevator before it closes, and Toni is overwhelmingly aware of every atom in the hallway between the two of them.

"Shit, doll, I'm so fucking sorry." They grab a box of tissues and crouch in front of her. A large, rough palm gently pulls at her lower leg, right above her ankle, and Toni's brain somehow manages to process their intent even as goosebumps explode across her skin. She places her hands lightly on their broad shoulders to keep her balance as they work together to help Toni step out of her heels. She wiggles her stockinged toes against cold marble, relishing the alien relief of flat feet once again, as they stand with her heels hooked on their fingers, thankfully no longer dripping. Their proximity does nothing to help Toni catch her breath. "You know, I'm no stranger to making women speechless, but it's normally under better circumstances."

Toni lets out a quiet little laugh that surprises even herself and squeezes her eyes tight until she feels the tears dissipate. "If that was accidental flirtation, I don't know if I'd like to see what you can do on purpose."

They grin--fucking hell--and nod their chin at her as a gesture to follow. "No? I'm normally a little more coordinated. I try not to spill my coffee on her until the second date at least." Their boots cover up the soft noise of her padding along the hallway next to them, and she sends a silent plea of gratuity to the heavens for the fact that this person miraculously knows where her desk is as they head that direction. "Though I do usually make a better attempt to miss the vintage couture."

She laughs a little again, oddly pleased at the observation, but is saved from replying and digging her grave deeper (flirting in the workplace was a major no for her for a multitude of reasons) when they get to her desk. "Thanks for walking me back to my desk, but I can take care of it from here." She's not sure why they did it, actually, and maybe neither did they based off the confusion that crosses their face.

"Your desk?" They repeat as they move to the door to the office that her desk is stationed in front of.

In front of Sam De Luca's office.

The recognition hits both of them at the same time, and Toni feels her cheeks flood with heat. She's going to need a neck brace by the end of the day with the amount of whiplash she's getting over the course of it. Sam, for their credit, looks amused by the development as they unlock their office door.

"Ah. I don't suppose you're my new Bianca."

Toni is still frozen in front of her own desk but she forces herself to come back to reality, trying for a smile and hoping it's not a grimace. "Otonia," she says. "Um--Faust. Otonia Faust. Or Toni is fine, too, that's what I'm normally--that's what people call me." Holy fuck, you need to get a grip, bitch. She's not normally one to feel one way or another about her full name, but coming out of Sam's mouth, it sounds absolutely criminal.

Sam grins and opens the office door, stepping to the side and gesturing for her to follow them in. Swallowing harshly, Toni bites her lower lip but propels herself forward nonetheless; Sam doesn't move aside, not really, so when she passes, she gets a whiff of some deliciously luxurious and crisp cologne, feels the warmth radiating from them as they hold the door open. "Otonia," they purr as she passes. She's barely able to suppress the shiver that runs down her spine. Nobody--nobody--has ever made her name sound that beautiful. "You can call me Sam." Their voice is quiet and rough in the quiet space between them; she blinks up to meet their dark eyes, watches as something hot and hungry passes over it, but then the moment is over as quickly as it began as she's ushered into their office.

It's minimally decorated much like the rest of the building, though in darker tones and cherry red wood instead of marble and glass. A heavy wooden desk sits near one of the tall windows that opens up to a stunning view of the city skyline, glinting in the midday sun, though gauzy blood-red curtains are pulled open on either side. A pair of dark leather chairs sit on the other side of the desk. There's no overhead lighting, the space instead lit warmly with lamps and (currently unlit) candles. A sleek leather couch is on one wall, and a huge bookcase occupies another. It's beautiful in the daylight, even though it's clearly the sort of room that comes alive at night.

"I like your office, Sam," Toni says, following them as they lead her to a door that opens to a sleek bathroom.

"Thanks, Otonia." Sam gives Toni a big smirk over her shoulder as they gesture to the marble counter which Toni promptly hops up onto. She's not too sure where Sam is going with this, not really--the dress will need to be dry-cleaned without a doubt--but Sam's too hot for her to complain. She shakes her hair back from her shoulders, watching Sam's eyes track the dark sheet, and it's her own turn to smirk as their gazes meet. She'd inherited her mother's hair (most of her mother's looks, actually) and it's one of her proudest aspects of herself, thick and pin-straight and as dark as ink.

Their look only lasts for a moment as Sam grabs a small washcloth and wets it, coming to stand in front of Toni with their hand paused in mid-air, looking at her for permission.

The impression of a smile pulls at her own mouth as she blinks languidly up at them and sinks her teeth into her lower lip. Something hot and hungry and amused flashes in Sam's eyes as they track the movement.

Bravery has never been her forte, the least bold of all her siblings, but she summons every ounce of it within herself and sends a desperate, silent plea to the heavens that she hasn't somehow misread what she's seeing in Sam's gaze. With surprisingly steady hands she begins to undo the chunky buttons on the front of her blouse that reveal an intricate, sheer lace bra in a shade of baby blue that lays in beautiful contrast to her deep skin. The matching panties have the same pretty shade and lace, but Sam has to work for those a little more.

Nothing about Sam's demeanor outwardly changes very much, but they do shift closer to her, coming to step closer between her legs. She cranes her neck up to keep eye contact with them as she shrugs out of the blouse. Her heart is pounding so hard she's sure that it's visible in her chest, is almost positive Sam must be able to see it fluttering, but she hopes they don't call her bluff.

She begins to shrug out of her shirt but is stopped by Sam sliding their hands--warm, calloused, big--over her shoulders, peeling the blouse off of her. It's one of the hottest things she's ever experienced somehow and is almost positive she's fucking dripping. When her tongue darts out to lick her lower lip, Sam's eyes track the movement even as they finish pulling her blouse off.

Toni wonders absently if Sam is coming as undone as she is in this moment.

Well, fuck it. She sits up straighter to lean in closer to Sam's space; they don't step back, so they're almost breathing the same air, and then Toni's breath ghosts over their cheek as she pauses next to their ear.

"It's dry clean only," she breathes, feeling rather than seeing the shudder that rolls through Sam. She smothers her self-satisfied smirk and leans back, face impassive once more, but she can't hide her flushed delight at the open hunger in Sam's eyes. She smiles coyly and blinks up at them, watches transfixed as they run their tongue along their canines.

"I'll take care of it, gorgeous," they purr. The dampened washcloth has been forgotten, draped on the edge of the sink, and Sam doesn't break their eye contact even as they place their hands on Toni's thighs, right above her knees. She can feel the rough pads of their fingers catching on the silk of her stockings, but the sensation is electrifying. There's a brief pause and Sam raises an eyebrow in a silent ask for permission, to which she responds by widening her legs ever so slightly. Sam makes a soft groan in the back of their throat and then the heavy weight of their hands are pushing up her legs, wrapping around the muscle there, grip tight and searing and possessive. Goosebumps explode across her skin.

Otonia runs her finger up the line of buttons on their shirt, then hooks her finger into it and pulls them until their mouths are just a breath apart. Sam's hands are still heavy while they map out the firm muscles of her thighs, thumbs circling into her inner thigh, heading slowly for the hem of her skirt that's been pushed up indecently already.

"Is that all you can take care of?" She asks, and she has to repress the gasp that threatens to escape her at the look Sam has. She doesn't have time to process whether or not Sam replies before their mouths are crushed together. Toni's hauled closer by firm hands on her hips as their lips part into a truly filthy kiss that leaves both of them panting.

Toni's burning from the inside out; she wants nothing more than to ride this butch's fingers into oblivion, have them eat her out until she passes away, she wants their hands on her and her hands on them. Oh, yeah. Her hands. Regaining as many of her faculties as she can while licking into Sam's mouth, she puts one hand into Sam's dark hair and gives a tug, which blesses her with a guttural growl into her mouth.

Toni's kissed before. Hell, she's kissed a lot. She's also been kissed in a lot of different places, both geographically in the world and on her body. But this, on Sam's bathroom counter, feeling their hands move reverently over her skin while they suck and bite bruising kisses against her lips? This is, without a doubt, the kiss she will remember forevermore. Kissing is an art that she loves to practice and considers herself pretty skilled, but it's surprising to have her skill met with an equally powerful force, and every nerve in her body sings with the contact between the two.

Fingertips slide up her legs again, up her thighs, thumbs rubbing her inner thighs, until their fingertips brush just beneath the hem of her skirt. She whimpers involuntarily and feels their smirk against her mouth. She makes a noise of protest--okay, a whine--when the hands leave her entirely, but it's not for long, as they card one hand through her thick hair. They brush it back from her face, kisses turning soft, then gather and wrap it around their hand to anchor her in place.

They're both panting as Sam rests their foreheads together. Toni blinks dazedly, licking her lips, and Sam chuckles weakly. A breath, really. Holding her hair in a firm grip, they pull apart just enough to look at Toni's face, which she hopes is not as taken apart and desperately horny as she feels.

She fears it may relay that message, though, because Sam smirks and gives her head a gentle little tug side to side, holding her still for another filthy kiss before the buzz of their phone makes them groan into her mouth.

"Fuck," they breathe. Toni smirks and nips at their lower lip, earning her a growl, and their grip on her hair doesn't relinquish even as they slide their phone out of their pocket. They sigh, sliding it back in after they've checked it, and loosen their grip in her hair. But their touch is gentle, sweet; Toni can't help but press her head into it like a cat and watch the smile spread across Sam's kiss-bruised mouth. "You're fucking dangerous, Otonia Faust."

She bats her lashes innocently before turning her face to bite their palm. It's less of a bite than it is her pressing her teeth down firmly into the meat of their hand, but Sam's nostrils flare and their hand twitches, but Toni hops down from the counter before they can do anything.

"I don't suppose you have a spare of my blouse here, do you?" Toni asks sweetly. Sam laughs, rough and low, and shakes their head but opens a cabinet near the sink and pulls out a soft looking shirt. They offer it to her and she pulls it on, resisting the urge to press her nose into it and inhale (she'll wait to do that until she's alone. Super alone), but their cologne or body spray or just naturally mouthwatering scent fills her senses anyway. She pulls her long hair out from the neck and grimaces at her reflection in the mirror.

"That's vintage Grateful Dead. You should be proud to sport that."

***

Steri (12:13): How's your first day going?

Otonia (13:05): just had my new boss spill iced coffee on me <3

Steri (13:06): Omg no

Steri (13:06): Are they hot

Otonia (13:07): yes :(

Otonia (13:45): going home early, call you then xx

1 YEAR LATER

"Ms. Faust."

Toni's fingers pause over her keyboard as she represses the little smile that tugs at her lips. She barely touches the keys again when she hears it repeated again in a firmer tone, which makes her smirk in full. When she peeks her head around the door to Sam De Luca's office, she makes sure her expression is all earnest innocence.

"Yes?"

Sam is delicious, as fucking always. Since their first meeting a year ago, she's been utterly incapable of keeping her boss off of her mind for more than a few hours at most, and it's a lucky day when she's not squirming in her seat thinking of them filling her up, the way they make her beg, how they look at her like they want to eat her alive.

Those days don't happen often, though.

It's not her fault; they've come to an agreement with one another, one that involves Toni on her knees beneath their heavy desk and gagging on their cock until her mascara runs and her pussy is so wet it's almost drooling, or Sam taking Toni apart orgasm by orgasm on their office desk, or going to one of the clubs that Sam owns and feeling their bulge through her panties as they grind together. So it makes it a little hard to focus at work. Not that Sam seems to be complaining, and Toni is always perfectly professional. It only intensified after Blanca decided to formally leave her position after her twins were born, when it was official that Toni was going to have a lot more uninterrupted time with Sam.

Today, they sit leaning back in their chair, wearing a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to expose tanned forearms. Toni licks her lips at the sight. She can make out the sports bra under the fine fabric of the shirt; she's almost dizzied with the memory of grabbing them by the straps of it and hauling them into a kiss.

They also look annoyed, although it's in a way that makes Toni's skin tingle with excitement rather than actual nerves. At her arrival, they look up and gesture with their chin for her to enter. She obeys and shuts it behind her, stopping with it at her back, shaking her long hair off of her shoulders. Sam's eyes track the movement like a hawk.

They raise an eyebrow expectantly.

"Come here."

The command sends a shiver down her spine, and she's helpless but to pad over to the side of their desk, hands folded delicately in front of herself. Sam's eyes track the long lines of her body--a miniskirt today in a deep blue and a silk blouse in a lighter shade and heels that almost put her at Sam's full height.

"Yes, Sam?" She purrs, raking her own gaze down their body.

God, they're fucking hot.

Her mouth waters at the sight of them, at what she knows is under the expensive shirt, knows exactly whats in her thousand dollar trousers. She licks her lip as she looks at the bulge (obscenely huge because Sam never does anything in halves, apparently) and Sam adjusts it under her gaze. Warmth blazes in her cunt and she swears to god she's fucking throbbing already. It takes everything in her to not fall to her knees and worship this fucking Adonis.

Sam, noticing her appreciative gaze, smirks and crooks a finger to beckon her over. She steps closer, but before she can do anything more, Sam's grabbed her and maneuvered her to lay across their lap, long hair falling off her shoulders as one hand smooths over her ass over her skirt and the other is planted firmly on her shoulders.

"I know you heard me the first time, gorgeous." Their voice is low. Dark. It makes her tremble.

"Mm, I was--" she inhales sharply as fingertips dance beneath the hem of her skirt and move it upwards. Cold air hits her skin and only makes how wet she is more obvious, blue lace clinging to her pussy. She wiggles, back arched. "I was busy," she manages once their hand pauses in its torturous drag over her ass.

"Busy," Sam repeats, fingertips dragging up her thighs and over the swell of her ass, tracing the scalloped edge of her panties, slipping beneath the thin string resting on her hip. "I can let you return to what was keeping you so focused, Ms. Faust, I don't want to interrupt." Toni protests with a whine when their hot hand leaves her skin and they laugh, though the sound is fond and not unkind. "Or maybe you need to learn to respond to me the first time I call for you." Their tone takes on the dangerous knife's edge that makes her shiver, and she barely has time to think before they bring her hand down on her ass.

She gasps and cries out quietly, squirming. She receives another swat in admonishment and the large hand soothes over the stinging skin.

"How many was that?"

"T-Two," Toni manages.

Their hand leaves her skin and she gasps, tensing on instinct, but relaxes when the impact doesn't come, instead just a gentle caress up her inner thigh.

"God, you're so wet, baby. Just from this?" They breathe.

She makes an indignant noise that gets lost in a strangled cry when the impact does come. "Three," she gasps.

From there, the spanks come in quick succession. Sam delivers a nice, rounded ten, and by the end, Toni is a squirming, sore, soaking wet mess.

"Such a good girl. You did so well, gorgeous," they soothe softly, one hand stroking through her hair as their other strokes up her slit outside her panties. She keens and arches into it. The insides of her thighs are wet, a fact that Sam discovers with unbridled delight. They swipe a finger through the mess and groan, and Toni lets out her own whimper when she hears them clean it off their digit.

Toni's still in a daze when Sam moves her to sit in their lap, legs open wide and hooked on either side of Sam's, her back pressed to their chest. She nuzzles into their neck, licking a stripe up their sweaty skin and biting gently into the tendons. Their throat growls beneath her mouth and she smiles, grinding her hips down desperately.

"Please, Sam," she sighs, whimpering at their bulge grazing her pussy outside of her panties. She could come just from that, she thinks. No--she knows. She's done it before.

Sam pulls her closer with an arm around her waist, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of her head, as the other works to undo their belt and pants, and Toni moans when their thick cock is freed from its confines, bouncing out of their underwear and slapping against her clothed pussy.

"F-Fuck, Sam," she whines, grinding down again, desperate. They grunt and tighten their hold around her middle to hold her still.

"You're going to be my little cocksleeve today, baby. You're gonna sit right here until I'm done with all of my meetings, and when I'm finished, you're going to walk out of here with my cum dripping out of you. Yeah?"

As if she would ever say no.

Licking her lips, she bites into their neck again and then soothes it with the flat of her tongue. She noses her way up their neck to press teasing nips where their jaw meets their ear, and when she hears an unsteady 'fuck' as she closes her teeth on their earlobe, she can't help her own gasp. She discovered early on their noises were a delightful little feedback loop which she took as much advantage of as she could at all times.

"I asked you a question. You that desperate?" They purr, rubbing the fat head of their cock already wet with precum against the lace of her panties. She knows the state of her pussy, has seen it many times when Sam fucks her in front of a mirror and makes her watch them destroy her; she knows it's dripping and so, so sensitive, knows she's so swollen. When she feels their cock rub against her clit over her panties, sensation sharp even through the fabric, she's unable to hide the cry that's jerked out of her. "You wanna be my cocksleeve so bad, don't you? You can't even fucking think." Their tone is pleased and smug and condescending at once in a way that sets her absolutely alight, if it were possible to be moreso. "Pull your pretty panties away, gorgeous. I know your sweet little cunt is aching."

Toni hastily obeys, about two seconds from just telling them to cut them off of her. When the cool office air hits her overheated pussy, she whines, canting her hips forward as much as she can. Sam chuckles by her ear, then lets out their own little growl as the head of their cock smacks against her clit again. Toni jerks with a desperate gasp. Thin, glistening strands connect their cock and her pussy.

"D-Don't, I'll come if you do that," she pants. She knows her mistake as soon as it's left her mouth.

"Oh? My little slut wants it that bad?"

"As if you don--fuck." Toni's words leave her abruptly as the thick head of their cock pushes slowly into her cunt, and she has to breathe slowly to accommodate their size and also make sure she doesn't come immediately. If there's anything she knows about Sam, it's that they are relentless about her orgasms--they love when she's boneless and shaking and fucked out, nothing more than a whimpering mess, feeling their cum drip out of her messy cunt--and knows that, if she's going to be sitting on their cock for an extended amount of time, she has plenty of orgasms coming her way.

As they slowly lower her further onto their cock, Toni feels each inch torturously, barely able to focus on holding her panties to the side. She's so, so fucking sensitive already, and she couldn't help the whimpers leaving her if she tried. She doesn't, anyway.

"Good girl," they purr once she's fully seated. She doesn't know how they're so normal right now, as unflappable as ever, though laying against their chest belies their cool countenance with their heavy breaths and pounding heart reverberating through her own. She gives an experimental wiggle of her hips, gasping and crying out, wrenching a groan from Sam at the same time. They smack her hip and clamp sharp teeth down on her earlobe; goosebumps explode over her skin and she shudders. "God, you're so fucking tight," they hiss.

She's helpless but to endure as they shift the two of them, pushing the chair closer to the desk and sitting up straighter, Toni tucked against their chest as their arms bracket her on either side. "Stay quiet for me, baby." Sam's words are little more than a gruff breath that puffs over the delicate shell of her ear, and she feels her pussy clench tighter with her shudder, matching Sam's helpless groan with her own whimper when she feels their cock--so big she feels it in every atom of her fucking body--throb.

There's a little more wiggling and soft whimpers before Sam's desk phone rings and the room is filled with voices she's come to know over her time at the company. Unfortunately, she mostly knows their voices through the context of Sam's cock filling her so full she can barely breathe; the unfortunate part is that when they call and Sam isn't taking her apart systematically, she finds herself squirming in her chair regardless.

Toni lets herself sink, lets herself become nothing more than sensations and need so intense it's almost a physical ache, with Sam's clean sandalwood cologne and the rumble of their voice in their chest plastered against her back, their strong arms bracketed around her as they click through spreadsheets or something. She's really not sure what exactly goes on in these meetings, actually; they could be discussing nuclear codes, and she imagines she wouldn't be the slightest bit interested. No, not when Sam is anchoring her like this.

Otonia isn't sure how long they sit there, but at some point, they started unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while the other gripped her hip tight, rocking her ever so slightly against the base of their cock. Blouse undone (Sam should be a gold medalist at undoing shirts with one hand), they pull it apart enough to bare the lacy garment that is so sheer and delicate, it barely qualifies as a bra. Her nipples are already hard and visible through the fabric, and she's so fucked out, eyes closed and face pressed into Sam's neck, that when the rough pad of their thumb grazes over the sensitive peak, she can't help the jerk and gasp that escape.

The voices pause and Toni freezes, too, but Sam is relentless as they flick at her nipple, each touch sending sparks down her spine.

"You alright, boss?"

"Yeah, just hit my knee." Sam's rough chuckle rumbles beneath her back as they bring the hand not occupied with her chest to slide two thick fingers into her mouth. She parts her lips with no hesitation, greedily taking Sam's fingers to the root, breathing heavily through her nose as she grinds her hips down.

The call resumes, and Sam leans to press their mouth close to her ear. "You're being so good for me. You're making a mess all over my chair, baby," they breathe, audible only to her. The praise makes her stomach and cunt clench, makes her clit throb, makes her snap her hips sharply. Their grunt is just as quiet as their words. "Fuck, yeah. You like being my cocksleeve? You look so fucking good like this." Their hips rock slowly against hers, and she's swallowing all of the desperate noises that threaten to burst out.

They pull down the cups of her bra, letting her tits spill out, and their fucking relentless hand immediately cups one and rolls her nipple between their fingers, and she feels her cunt gush around their cock at a particularly vicious pull, her whimpers barely muffled by their fingers.

"Fu-uuuck," they hiss into her ear, snapping their hips up, as if she weren't already buried to the hilt. Their hand remains working at her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples until they're swollen and thick, as they lean forward. The desk presses into her stomach and she's barely able to withhold her hiss at the cold wood pressing into her overheated skin, shockingly cold against her sensitive nipples, and they pause with their fingers poised over the phone.

"Sorry to interrupt," Sam says, not sounding sorry at all, "but you'll have to finish this without me. Toni's calling for me. Just send me what I need to sign." There's a smug pride Toni feels at how fucking wrecked Sam sounds now, knowing that she did that to them. The call ends abruptly and then they lean back, pulling her with them to keep her pressed against their chest.

"Fuck yeah, gorgeous," Sam gasps, snapping their hips up. Toni's moan comes unbidden and she lets her head fall back on their shoulder, now stretched out in a line with her back arched as she rocks her hips, feeling Sam's cock press against her g-spot and send sparks up her spine. Her orgasm takes her by surprise, ripping through her and making her tense around them, their own choked off groan filling her ears as her yelp is ripped out of her. Her cunt pulses and milks around their length; Sam's own noises turn feral and sharp in her ear.

"Just from that, baby? My slut's so good for me." She mewls helplessly, feeling another hot rush of liquid, pussy tingling with oversensitive nerves. She'd never been able to squirt or come from just being fucked before she met Sam, delightful surprises they discovered together. "That's it, good girl, you look so good like this. Spread so fucking tight around me."

"Fuck," Toni moans as they twist at her nipple again. One hand moves to her hip to guide her movements, helping her rise and fall on their thick cock. Her underwear are completely fucked (a hysterical and brief thought of the expense report for this pair pops into her mind) and the lace is rough against her throbbing clit, pulling against her cunt as she feels their thick length spread her open, making her tremble with over-sensitivity. "Y-You feel so good," she whimpers.

They groan and begin to fuck her in earnest, earning sharp moans and mewls from Toni, boneless and dripping against them. "Yeah? You want me to fill you up?"

"Please," Toni almost sobs. Her stomach tightens at the thought of their cum dripping out of her, down her leg, her panties soaked with both their thick cum and her slick. "Please, please, I need you so so bad." She's babbling at this point, helpless little pleads and cries, and their chuckle sends shivers down her spine. Another orgasm starts growing low in her belly, pussy oversensitive where her panties rub against her clit.

Sam swears and pulls hard on her nipple and Toni cries out, spilling again around their cock, and they moan and sink their teeth into her neck.

"Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you go back to work with your pussy full," Sam growls, their mindless babbling more comprehensible than her own. Their words make her work her hips even more frantically. "Breed you so fucking full, baby. Everyone's going to know who your tight little cunt belongs to." They take pity on her and drag their hand slowly down her stomach, taut with pleasure and need. "You wanna come again for me? You feel so good on my cock, my own little slut to breed whenever I want." Their hand reaches her clit and it takes barely two full drags of their finger against her swollen cunt before she cries out again, tensing, and this time her cunt milking their thick cock sends them over the edge. They bite savagely into her shoulder again and she whimpers, rolling her hips through the aftershocks, and feels them pulse inside her, feels their hot cum filling her up, a few dribbles leaking around their cock.

They continue fucking into her until they're completely spent inside her, their own noises shaky and breathless. She can feel their heart's pounding reverberating in her own chest, panting, hair sweat-slick and sticking to her neck.

"Good girl," they breathe, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair back from her forehead, pressing a kiss to her flushed skin. "Fuck." They laugh breathlessly and press their cheek against her hair, and she gives her own mindless giggle, bringing a trembling hand to gently grasp their wrist like a tether.

"What's so funny?" She mumbles, nosing at their neck, licking at the pulse racing beneath their olive tan skin.

"I had three more meetings today, but I think something much more pressing just came up."

Otonia laughs weakly. "Oh yeah? What's that, handsome?"

"Mm," they purr into her ear. "I need to make my pretty girl lunch before I fill her up again."

She smiles into their skin, salty with sweat, and bats her lashes against their neck, grinning at their responding shudder to the tickling sensation. "I could find some time to arrange for that in your schedule, I think."