Office Daydreams [Female POV]

Ovulation week was crazy.

All it took was a firm handshake, a gentle smile, and the low morning voice of "Good Morning" from your boss to set you off and think about getting finger fucked over his lap for everyone to ogle and goon to, while you're being made a wet and helpless shaking mess.

Your boss was hot. He was so fucking hot, oh my god. Being his secretary was not an easy feat. He had a dazzling smile, with just one dimple that cradled his cheek every time he smiled, and he had the gentlest doe brown eyes that pulled you in every time you made eye contact with him. Just thinking about pulling him into the stairwell and making out with him made your pussy throb-- saliva mixing, lips locking, hot breaths, and the slight smell of sweat. The thought of pinning him down on the stairs and grinding on his cock through his clothes; just enough to feel something, but not enough for it to show through the thickness of his suit, made your underwear damp.

He was about a head taller than yourself, and his presence was so strong and charismatic that he could make grown men crawl on the floor for him. He had an attitude of pride and charisma, where he could wash away any possible ounce of toxic masculinity. He was fit, but not too bulky. Anyone could tell he worked out with the way the veins on his forearms bulged slightly and how it flexed when his arms bent, or the way his thighs hugged his pants every time he sat down. Thinking of his thick thighs made you think of his thick cock.

You had never seen his cock, but it didn't matter. Considering his build, you imagined it to be on the thicker side, slightly veiny, weighing out to be about 5 ounces, 7.5 inches hard, uncut, and large enough to where the head peeked out if you wrapped both your hands around it. Your fingers would barely be able to touch if you did wrap her hands around it and it would curve slightly towards him. His balls would be the perfect size to cup in your palms. You imagined the way his breath would get more haggard as you sucked him off under his desk. Your mouth salivated at the thought of taking him as deep as you could go and circling the tip while stroking his shaft, feeling every twitch and vein as he let out barely audible moans. You imagined the slick of his pre-cum as you massaged his balls, thumb stroking the base of his cock, while leaving wet kisses up and down his cock, sucking just enough for his cock to twitch for more. You imagined edging and teasing his patience, stopping just before he's about to come until he can't take it anymore. He would grab you by the head and fuck your face before releasing his hot cum down your throat forcing you to swallow it all.

You gulped the saliva that now filled your mouth because of your early morning daydreams and made your way to your office space. Your panties were now damp and you felt your nipples harden against your bra. When you sat down, you spread your legs just enough to be able to grind your clit down ever so slightly on the soft office chair. As you went through your work day, every so often you would rest your breasts atop of the desk and rub your nipples against the edge, teasing yourself while grinding your clit on the chair, hoping that no one would notice. Or, perhaps if your boss caught you... he'd punish you nice and slow.

He'd call you into his office and get real close.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" He'd ask, while cornering you against his desk.

"No sir," You say, with a lick of your lips. He'd slowly close in on the space and grab your wrists trapping you where you stand.

"You've been a bad girl," He whispers in your ear as he bends you over his desk.

He strips off your bottoms exposing your wet panties, and gives your ass a nice grope before spanking it. You can't help but let out a moan. After teasing yourself all day, you're so sensitive you could probably cum on foreplay alone. He gives your ass another slap, now hard enough to leave a mark, and you can feel your pussy twitch for more. You moan and beckon him to do more than just touch. You pull your panties down and spread your legs for him to see.

"Please sir--" you moan. You don't even finish your sentence before he plunges two fingers inside. He grabs you by the neck and pulls your close as he nibbles on your ear. You grind back on his fingers that are coated in your wet juices. Your hands are now freed and you grope his bulge that has been poking your thigh, teasing and stroking over his clothes.

"--Mhmm, punish me," You beg, unzipping his pants.

"If I did what you ask it wouldn't be a punishment now, would it?" He chuckles. He releases you from his grasp and frees his own cock.

"Strip," He commands. You debate whether or not to give him a little strip tease, since you're already bare from the bottom, but you decide otherwise and strip off your top almost too eagerly. You unclip your bra and throw it aside. You're stood there entirely naked in front of your boss except for your shoes. He stands before you fully clothed with only his cock out. The difference between the two of you sends shivers down your spine and you feel our nipples harden. Anyone could come through the doors of his office and see you naked. Anyone could barge in and watch as your boss has his way with you. You wait in anticipation of his commands, eyes filled with lust.

"Eager aren't we?" He teases. He lays you out on his desk and you spread your legs without even asking. Pussy open and out; presenting just for him to use and abuse. You feel him press his tip against your clit, teasing what's to come. You bite your lip in anticipation and he lightly brushes over your hole. You clench as if to invite him in, your mouth down below kissing his tip. You feel the cold drizzle of lube and he uses his hard-on to rub it all over your pussy. Pushing his dick in just enough to coat the entrance, but not enough to give you any ounce of pleasure yet. You wish he'd just shove it in and pound you to orgasm. The way he takes his time with you extends the humiliation of being naked in his office.

Finally, he pushes his dick deep inside your pussy, and you feel every inch of his cock. You grind against the member inside of you and he doesn't budge. He gropes your bare breasts and plays with your nipples. Your pussy clenches around his dick. You almost can't take it anymore.

"You're so cute, grinding on my cock so desperately," He says, pulling out his dick almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in.

"Please?" You beg.

He thrusts back inside, giving agonizing deep strokes. You hear the squelch of each thrust and you throw your head back. It feels so fucking good. You continue to hold your legs up, allowing for deeper penetration. His pace starts to quicken and bolts of pleasure are sent straight to your head. He; s fucking you so deep and so hard on his desk and all you can do is take it like a good girl and moan in pleasure. You don't even care if someone comes in or hears. You feel yourself close to orgasm, squeezing and tightening on his dick. You have now wrapped your legs around his waist, and hands grasping his hair as the pleasure builds up inside.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You moan out as you orgasm on his dick. He continues thrusting, which extends your own pleasure and sends you over the edge before releasing deep inside of you. His cum and your juices mix together creating a wet sloppy mess.

Suddenly, you hear the notification noise of a message on your work computer. You're snapped out of your steamy daydream. It's from your boss.

"My office in 5"