Abigail in Trouble Ch. 02: Bad Boss

Author's note: The character Abigail is over 18 years of age as stated in the story.

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Abigail in trouble Chapter 2: Office Assignment

Abigail's father was pleased that she had attended the business dinner the other day.

He apologised for not being able to make it himself, but told her that she had made quite an impression on people, and that this association would be good for his business. Abigail was pleased for her father, but was definitely not sure that she had appreciated the "attention" she had received. She wondered if Roger was one of those who had fed back positive comments to him.

"In fact" her father went on, "one of them, the chairman of a corporation headquartered nearby, has temporarily lost his PA, and wondered if you could fill in for her?"

While she was on vacation before starting college, Abigail was wondering what to do with herself and how to earn some money. She had talked to her father about his business employing her. He had been reluctant to do so previously, citing conflict of interest and preferential treatment risks and boring stuff like that. But now, since her 18th Birthday and more pointedly the business dinner, his attitude had apparently changed considerably.

Before she could really think about it, he settled it for her. "It'll do you good Abby. I'll get it sorted".

She stared at him in open mouthed for just a second, having not had a chance to express her own opinion, but decided he was right and accepted his decision with a shrug. She let him arrange the paperwork from his office. He came back saying she could start tomorrow. She asked what she would need to take, what she should be wearing, how strict was the dress code, should she wear trousers or a skirt?

After pretending to think about it, he answered "Skirt I think. And the dress code in his office is quite smart, so you will need to dress accordingly".

She took his advice, but because she didn't have enough time to go out shopping, she had to make do with what she had already. Fortunately, she liked fine clothes and had been setting herself up for university and job interviews, so her wardrobe was well stocked with suitable attire.

The next morning, she needed to get to the office early to learn the ropes. She dressed in her dark blue business suit with the short, pleated skirt about mid-thigh length. The short jacket buttoned over her generous bust. She wore a navy blue silk blouse. Because she wanted to feel smart from the inside, she'd elected to wear expensive underwear. She wore a black fine lace push-up bra, and because she didn't have a suitable pair of tights that matched, black lace garterbelt, silk panties and deep lace top stockings.

High-heeled shoes that matched the dark blue of her suit completed the outfit. She left her wavy brown hair falling around her shoulders and touched up her make-up. Her father gave her the nod of approval before driving her to the client's office. There, he introduced Abigail to the Personnel Manager before saying goodbye.

The Personnel Manager made her fill in some forms and then took her up to the top floor where the executive offices were, explaining that the Chairman himself was in a meeting already and wouldn't be out for a couple of hours. This would give her a chance to show Abigail the rope and train her on the procedures, tasks, telephone and computer.

Basically her job would simply be to answer the phone, take dictations, perform some filing and attend to the chairman's needs. After a while, she felt she had got the hang of the systems and the Personnel Manager left her to it, awaiting the Chairman's return. She sat at the PA's desk outside the chairman's main office door.

It was lunchtime before the chairman appeared. She stood nervously to attention as he approached his office and introduced herself politely. He beamed and recognised the name and the request he had put in.

"Marvellous, marvellous" he exclaimed in a friendly tone, putting her at ease.

He glanced her up and down, making a mental note of her figure; slim build, flared hips, long shapely legs, beautiful face, great breasts. He was younger than she expected, maybe early 40s, and quite handsome really.

He explained his immediate plans. "Well I don't have too many things for you at the moment but I do need these notes from my meeting typed up straight away. How about you contact catering and get some sandwiches sent up so we can have a working lunch."

She agreed and while he re-established himself in his office, she made the call. She entered his office to take the notes.

First he asked her to fetch and replace a couple of files from across his office, just so that he could watch her body bend over the filing cabinet. He eyed her while pretending to read a document, and as she bent over the bottom drawer, caught a glimpse of her stocking tops under the short skirt, framing her pert bottom.

When the food arrived, they sat on the couch munching as he informally went through the meeting and she took notes. He seemed very nice, but she thought he might be just allowing her some leeway while she was still learning the ropes, so expected him to be more demanding soon.

She was right about that; he did become much more demanding, but not in the way she was expecting.

While they sat, he took every opportunity to eye her up and down, her knees disappearing under her short skirt, the swell of her breasts under her blouse (she had hung her jacket on the back of her chair).

When they were finished, she cleared up and went back to her desk and started typing up the notes. He sat back at his desk, watching her through the open doorway while he made some calls. Between calls he was working out a scheme to get her closer.

She was obviously adept at using a computer, and after some thought and some fiddling with the settings on his desk-mounted screen, and arranging a few items in and on his desk, he put his plan into action. It was getting late in the day and it was starting to get dark outside when he called her through.

"I've got a bit on an IT problem here that you might be able to help me with" he lied.

"Certainly Sir, I'll see what I can do". She chirped.

"Close the door please" he asked. "I don't want the rest of the office to think I don't know anything about computers."

"Of course, Sir", she replied with a wry smile.

As she turned to close the door, he admired her figure, especially her arse in the short skirt. Unknown to her, he pressed a hidden button under the desk. This silently locked the door and ensured they wouldn't get interrupted. She came over and walked round the desk to his keyboard.

"I think it's my screen settings" he explained, gesturing towards the dull screen on his desk as he scooted back in his chair to give her space. "I wanted a better picture, but I don't know what I've done wrong".

He had deliberately positioned the screen most of the way across his desk, but his keyboard and mouse were on the near side. Abigail fiddled with the computer settings, but quickly realised that she needed to change the settings on the monitor itself.

He sat back in his large leather chair and enjoyed the view of her trying to sort out the problem in front of him. As she leaned forward to reach the screen, her skirt rose up at the back, exposing the lace at the tops of her stockings again.

She realised she would have to stretch further to push the buttons (something he had carefully planned), and was a rather self-conscious as she leaned over the desk, straining towards the screen. She was sure she could solve the problem quickly, so with an extra lean and a final stretch, managed to reach the buttons and start resetting his screen.

Meanwhile he enjoyed the view up her lovely legs up to the tops of her sheer lace stockings. He could see most of the deep lace at the top and could almost see the bare thigh above. He shifted a little in his seat as his trousers stirred from the sight.

When he could see she was nearly finished, he shuffled his large chair forward and moved his knees apart so that he had her trapped inside the trapezoid against the desk.

She didn't even notice until she drew back and declared "There. I think that's... oh!".

She tried to step back from the desk but was prevented by the chair against the back of her legs. She tried to turn, but there wasn't enough of a gap. She then tried to step sideways, but his legs on either side prevented her.

"That's good" he softly cooed, his hands moving to her thighs just below her skirt. "What was the problem?" as if there was nothing unusual about his hands stroking around the back and outsides of her legs.

"What? Erm... well...". She couldn't quite concentrate on the question with his large soft hands stroking her legs up and down like that.

He placed one hand on the middle of her back and gently pressed her forward, so that she had to bend forward slightly and lean her hands on the desk to stop herself falling over. Her skirt rode up again and exposed more lace-clad thigh.

"I've finished now Sir. I'd better go back to my desk?" she said hopefully.

"I think you're just fine where you are" he said softly, considering her rear and moving his hands up the sides of her legs, over the lace stocking tops and under the skirt.

His palms reached the naked skin above the lace and Abigail gasped as he started to stroke her there. His fingers moved over the garter straps and started roaming over her bottom as well, feeling her lovely firm bottom in his big hands and smoothing over her silk panties.

She squirmed her bottom in embarrassment as he fondled her, but this just encouraged him more. He lifted the back of her skirt more admiring her shapely bottom held delicately under the thin black silk triangle which delved between her cheeks, and exposed her garterbelt. Her round, youthfull bottom was framed by the black lace of the stockings and garterbelt and her thin silk panties.

He turned his right hand and slid it down over the middle of her bottom, down the valley and between her legs. She whimpered as his hand cupped her pudenda through the thin material, and rubbed her there gently. He was getting harder as he fondled her body. He could feel the outline of her pussy through the delicate silk.

Then, sitting back, he held her hips and pulled her backwards, his legs closing to nudge his knees into the back of hers, making her legs bend and she overbalanced, causing her to squeal as she had to sit straight back onto his firm lap, her legs on either side of his knees.

Her skirt had remained flipped up a bit at the back so that her silk panties contacted his trousers. She gasped as she felt his hardness in his trousers press against her bottom and pudenda. He held her waist and pulled her back, ensuring she was firmly sat on his lap.

She tried to squirm off him, pushing down on the arms of the chair to lever herself up off his lap, but he held her down firmly. One arm snaked around her waist, holding her tummy, keeping her still. The other went up to the back of her neck and tousled her long dark hair, while she mumbled her meek protests at him.

Then his other hand went around her waist and he moved both up her hips, moving up the sides of her body and she started in surprise and gasped as both of his large hands closed gently over her breasts, squeezing softly.

She squirmed and tried to prise his hands off her as he squeezed the lovely orbs in his palms, making her whimper softly and making her shift her hips gently, inadvertently rubbing her panties against his hardness.

His thumbs found her nipples and he tweaked and nudged them back and forth through the thin blouse and the lace bra underneath. He held each breast firmly as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, making them swell, extend and throb. Her breathing was quick and shallow and she gave little whimpers as he fondled her breasts.

Then his left arm snaked under her left breast, lifting it and gripping her body back to him, while his left hand cupped her right breast firmly, squeezing and molding the soft, swelling pliable flesh through her thin clothes.

Meanwhile his right hand slid down her side to her right knee, then his palm placed on her knee and started sliding upwards along her leg. As his hands slid higher, he moved it around to her inner thigh, his knees under her prising her legs apart to give his hand better access. She complained and pushed in vain against his strong arm as he slid his hand over the deep lace of her stocking top as her skirt was jacked higher by his wrist.

She wriggled and pushed against his arms but she was not strong enough to break free from his hold or stop the advance of his stroking hand under her skirt. His warm hand found the soft skin of her inner thigh. It felt wonderful and smooth. His fingers gently stroked it for a while. His left hand held her right breast and periodically gripped her nipple gently but firmly and squeezed, making her gasp each time.

Meanwhile his knees forced her legs further apart, his left hand held her firmly on his lap so that her squirming rubbed her bottom firmly along his long member and his right hand explored further up under her skirt.

As he rubbed his palm up and down her inner thigh, the tips of his fingers brushed against her thin panties between her legs. She made a little annoyed squeak of alarm as his fingers touched her, then his hand turned to rub her pussy more firmly, finding the shape of her slit through the flimsy covering.

He firmly held her still with his left arm as his right hand explored her more intimately, tracing up and down her pussy lips. Her legs were slightly spread by his knees, allowing his fingers to worm their way up and down the sensitive flesh.

Then his whole hand cupped her pussy and pressed in, feeling her soft womanhood. She complained pitifully as he lewdly fondled her pussy through the shiny material, delving into her groove. Despite her position, he was somehow stirring some feelings inside her that she did not understand and she felt a tingling in her pussy as it started to respond to his stimulation.

His nose buried in the side of her hair, seeking the side of her neck which he kissed and nuzzled. The naive, busty 18-year-old struggled meekly under his increased molesting, but he just tightened his arm around her middle under her breasts, and she couldn't get free from him.

His middle finger delved along her slit from the back, digging into her until it wormed its way up to her clit. She jolted and gasped as his fingertip tapped on her clit, then circulated over it through the silk.

He withdrew his right hand and brought it up to the side of her face, to brush her hair aside while he kissed the side of her face and neck.

Then his hand held her chin, and prising her jaws open under protest, inserted his middle finger into her soft mouth. She resisted the urge to bite down, but twisted her head away. Nevertheless his finger was now wet with her salivia.

Delving his hand back under her skirt, he used his other fingers to peel down the front of her panties, then his wet middle finger made contact with her smooth naked pussy. He slid it down over her clit and then over her tight opening before moving it up and down her slit, working its way between her yielding pussy lips.

She struggled anew, protesting timidly "Please no sir. Don't do that. Please stop it. Please sir."

But he continued worming his wet finger up into her pussy, encountering moistness and then warm wetness as his long finger penetrated up into her sensitive body. He leaned back and to her side a little, pulling her backwards slightly diagonally across his front and she tipped her head back as he kissed the front of her neck.

He kissed her neck, nibbling at her throat as he squeezed her breast and started pumping her juicy pussy with a long thick finger, exploring inside her. As her body involuntarily started to juice up, he inserted a second finger. He arced his fingers inside her, rubbing up against her sensitive walls and she squealed as he strummed cruelly across her G-spot. His hips humped up against her bottom, pressing his long hardness up against her.

Her chest heaved and her body quaked as he assaulted her delicate, innocent body. Her pussy was getting slicker as he slid his long fingers in and out of her.

After a few minutes of holding her tight to him as he played with her pussy, he suddenly slid his fingers out from the warm, moist hole. He diddled his fingertips over her sensitive clit making it slippery and making her quiver, then moved his fingers to her mouth. He forced her to suck her own juice off his fingers, then shifted himself a little underneath her.

Still holding her with his left arm, he reached down between her legs and under her with his right hand and undid his fly. He fished in his boxers and pulled out his really long cock. She gasped in fear and surprise as she felt it release from his trousers and bob up between her thighs. He stroked it a little to get it really hard and erect, poking up the front of her skirt in front of her belly.

He moved his hand to her panties and, slipping his fingers under the sides, gripped the gusset really firmly. She screamed sharply as he yanked hard, tearing the flimsy silk from her hips, exposing her bottom and pussy beneath the skirt.

He discarded the remnants of her panties and moved his hands to her narrow waist. She knew what was coming and placed her hands on his, trying in vain to push them off her. She started pleading with him as he held her narrow waist firmly and lifted her up above his lap.

He easily held her suspended above him, his cock standing straight up under her skirt. Her legs were dangling down, spread on either side of his thighs. Her high heels shoes were just lifted off the ground. He moved her teasingly over the tip of his cock, letting her naked bottom rub over the hot flesh. She jumped as it made contact with the smooth round shapes of her soft cheeks.

He lowered her a little and she cringed as she felt the tip nudge against her wet pussy lips and nestle in her spread slit. She moaned as he moved her pussy back and forth over the end of his shaft, coating the tip with her juice and teasing the lips open further. He was tormenting her and enjoying it.

Then he forced her legs wider with his knees and plunged her down onto his long penis. Her eyes and mouth opened wide and she shrieked long and low as she felt his hot, hard manhood enter her slippery pussy and slide all the way inside her gloriously wet love tunnel. It spread her walls and slipped into her warm body in one slick movement.

He was longer than her last "lover" and without trying, nestled firmly up against her deepest recess, letting her feel the throbbing all along the long shaft. She whimpered as he held her down onto his shaft, impaling her firmly with his steel rod.

He held her hips and started rotating his under her, stirring her sensitive insides with his dick, pressing all around her internal walls, making her wetter and rubbing up against her G-spot, making her jerk and gasp each time.

His hands went to her breasts and he squeezed them firmly through her blouse and lace bra, holding her back against his front as he stroked her from the inside.

While still holding her breasts in his palms and rubbing across her nipples, he gripped her waist with his elbows and started to lift her up. She thought that maybe her ordeal was over, but before he could slip from her pussy, he again impaled her slowly and fully onto his cock, making her gasp. He started lifting her up and down on his long shaft. screwing her slowly but surely, nice and long and so very deep.

She was still trying to unclamp his hands from her, this time from her breasts, and she tried pushing up with her legs just touching the floor. He decided to neutralize this, so he paused in lifting her up and down and scooted his chair forward towards the desk a little. He pushed her forward so that she was forced to take her hands off his and place them on the desk top to arrest her fall. She was now almost lying forward over the desk. He thus pinned her between his dick and the edge of the desk, allowing him a good view down to her bottom.

He held her around her waist again and slid her forwards and back along his long pole, this time more horizontally. She was leaning forward over the desk supported on her elbows with her arms flat on the surface and her large breasts pressed against the leather, rubbing backwards and forwards across the surface. This caused her stiff nipples to flip up and down under the friction through the thin blouse and bra and to throb and ache because of their sensitivity.

He reamed her gently, slowly but firmly as she whimpered. He stood up behind her, lifting her buttocks with him and changing the angle of entry. Her long legs in their high heels were now stood on the ground and spread apart. She shuffled them to try to find purchase on the carpet. Her bottom was partly covered by her skirt and tilted up towards him. His legs pressed against the backs of hers on each inward stroke, holding her against the desk.

This time he held onto her hips, holding her still while he slid himself deeply in and out of her warm wet pussy. Because of the new angle and height of her bottom, she was forced forward to lie with her face on the desk and her arms to either side of her, still meekly trying to push herself up from the desk top.

He could feel her judder with each long, slow inward stroke. She gasped each time he slid his rock hard cock through her sensitive tunnel, stroking against her G-spot and building up the unbidden warm feelings inside her. He fucked her slowly and deeply for a long time, enjoying the feel of her soft body around his invading cock. She gasped and whimpered helplessly as he pumped her.

She hoped that it was getting late enough for her father to arrive to take her home and hence interrupt them. Somebody will rescue me she thought.

Then he suddenly plunged deeply into her, making her squeak, reached up to her shoulders and pulled her back up off the desk. As her body was pulled upright, his hands snaked around her, one around her waist and up between her breasts to hold her chest back against him, the other round over her hip and down over the front of her skirt, his hand resting on her thigh. In this way her had her back clamped firmly against his front, with his cock still embedded deep up inside her, pinning her to him.

He held her tightly, almost lifting her feet clear of the floor as he turned them and shuffled her, struggling anew now, over towards the large plate glass window behind his chair. There was a 150x150 carpeted plinth at the bottom of the window and he lifted her high-heeled feet onto this.

She squealed as he pressed her firmly against the full height pane of glass, squashing her breasts and face against the cool glass and imprisoning her with his body. Her hands went on either side of her head which was pressed sideways against the glass, trying to push away from the glass, but he was too strong for her.

It was dark outside, but because they were on the top floor, she doubted whether anyone would spot them.

He held her waist, pressed his chest against her shoulders, pinning her body and started humping her against the glass, bending his knees to withdraw then plunge into her soft body. He pumped her hard against the window, pushing up and into her from behind and below, squashing his loins into her soft bottom each time. With each powerful thrust, he straightened his legs and she squealed as he almost lifted her feet off the raised plinth.

He pistoned in and out of the helpless Abigail for a while, enjoying the feeling of her fresh youthful body engulfing his hardness.

Then he slowed, withdrew, and slipped out of her with a slurp. She stood there, face against the glass, breathing heavily from the internal assault, hoping he had finished with her. He didn't give her much chance to recover before he held her shoulders and quickly turned her around. She gasped as he pushed her back against the glass, her hands going up on either side of her in a semi-defensive posture which looked cute.

Despite still being stood on the plinth and wearing high heels, she still looked up into his face, her beautiful eyes pleading with him. He placed his hands on her large, heaving breasts and squeezed them firmly. He applied gentle but firm pressure all around the soft shapes, molding and squeezing them in his large hands until he could feel her nipples push out against his palms and she chewed her bottom lip in frustration of his manhandling of her.

Next he reluctantly left her breasts and slid his hands down her gorgeous body, stroking around to her hips, then further down and around to her bottom. He held her bottom in his palms, shuffling his hands under the skirt which lifted a little along his arms.

He moved forward to kiss her, pressing her body against the glass and making his naked hardness push up against her stomach, and before she could move her head away, his mouth captured hers and his tongue stabbed at her. His mouth clamped over hers. Her hands feebly pushed against him as she squealed while he kissed her deeply, pressing her head against the glass from the force. She managed to prise her lips away from his and turned her head to shake off the kiss.

Undeterred, he hefted her slight weight under her buttocks, pulled her thighs forward and lifted her up as he spread her bent legs on either side of him. He lifted her high enough to then poke his long fleshy pole under her skirt, where it jutted up towards her. She instinctively steadied herself by putting her arms on his shoulders.

He lowered her enough to rub the hot tip of his penis forwards and back along her slippery pussy lips, making her groan. Then, clutching her bottom firmly under the skirt, he slowly lowered her onto his long shaft. She gave a long loud sigh as his rock hard dick slid all the way back up into her wet pussy again.

He held her bottom firmly to him, his arms keeping her legs up, and started to move her up and down on his shaft as his buttocks thrust up and into her, screwing her deeply up against the window.

In the heat of the passion she felt, she gave up trying to push against him and her hands fell back against the glass on ether side of her head as he fucked her good and proper. He squeezed the cheeks of her bottom firmly as he pumped her, making her close her eyes and squeak with each inward thrust. She felt beautifully tight and slick and the feeling was almost overwhelming for them both.

After a while of enjoying her body against the window, he started to tire and so wanted to change things again. He put one strong arm under her buttocks and the other clamped around her waist holding her firmly onto his cock. Then, still embedded deep inside her, he carried her back to his large leather chair. He sat back down onto the edge of the chair, pulling her close up to him. She groaned loudly as this action drove his cock even deeper up into her pussy, angled to rub past her cervix.

He held her around her waist and rotated his loins, stirring his long cock deep inside her wet pussy. She whimpered as he enjoyed her body like this for a while.

Then his hands reached to her arms and he grabbed each forearm and pulled them down and back and behind her. This had the effect of thrusting her deliciously heaving breasts up and out towards him. He gripped her arms behind her as purchase and started bouncing her up and down on his cock as his hips thrust up to meet each of her downward drops.

She gasped each time his thrusts rubbed across her G-spot and nudged her past cervix. He bent his head down and his lips and nose played with her offered breasts, nuzzling and nibbling gently at her erect nipples protruding against the thin silk blouse. This seemed to do something inside her because he could feel her pussy twitch around his cock each time he tweaked a nipple with his lips, and she shuddered and whimpered.

He fucked her helpless body in this new position, held captive on his lap.

Each time he had moved them and re-entered her in a new position, he had brought her to a higher level of arousal as he rubbed against new sensitive spots within her sensitive pussy. Her inexperienced body was now being brought nearer and nearer to orgasm by his strong pumping of her wet pussy. Her arms were forced tightly behind her back as he held them in his iron grip and used them to hold her down onto his hardness as he thrust up into her. Her head was tilted right back and her breasts were thrust up into his lips which nibbled and tweaked at her nipples through the lace and silk. She was whimpering with each thrust.

He was grunting now with passion and exertion, starting to feel his balls priming, ready for release, but he wanted to move position before he came. So he released her breasts and her arms, and instead gripped her around her narrow waist. He leaned forward, and her legs went up around his waist as he lunged forward out of his chair, picked her up and took a single stride to the desk.

He slammed her down on her back on the leather desk top, causing her to shriek from the impact, which also drove his cock deeper into her pussy against her deepest place. Her legs were spread and bent up, dangling in the air on either side of him. Her arms were laid back on either side of her head.

He leaned forward over her helpless body, still holding her waist and started screwing her again, long and deep. She gasped each time he rubbed past her G-spot with the ridged shaft of his thick cock and with each stroke, his cock head delved deep, trying to stretch through into uncharted territory. Her body didn't yield but nevertheless gave her strange pangs of erotic sensation deep inside her pussy. He loved the feeling of this young woman being helplessly pinned to his desk as he pumped her firmly with his long cock.

Her body quivered and her breasts heaved as he took her. She was whimpering and groaning with each long thrust. His cock squeezed against her clit each time he bottomed out in her, making her pussy pulse inside. The top of his cock rubbed all along her sensitive G-spot, and the blissful feelings built up within her, until she was teetering on the edge, ready to explode in pleasure.

He sensed this and so abruptly slipped out of her lovely pussy.

Abigail felt almost disappointed, but before she could come down from her highly aroused state, or work out was he was doing, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up and off the desk. She gasped as he held her hips and turned her around to face the desk. He pushed her forward over the desk, pressing her torso down, making her arrest her fall with her hands in front of her. Her high heels meant that her bottom was raised slightly, offered to him in its short skirt.

Pushing down on the small of her back to keep her whimpering body still, he flipped up the back of her skirt, revealing her beautifully rounded bottom framed by the stockings, garter straps and lace garterbelt. He smacked the exposed roundness of her offered cheeks gently to warm them up. Then he lined himself up behind her.

He held her hips firmly where her skirt was raised up, and teased his long cock back and forth against her arse cheeks. By now she knew what was coming and wriggled her bottom weakly in a feeble attempt to evade him. This enticing movement just made him want her more and he teased the tip of his throbbing cock up and down her wet pussy lips.

He placed the hot tip just at her entrance and inserted the tip a short distance then withdrew. He slid into her a little further to a whimper from her lips then withdrew. He kept rocking forward, sliding into her a little further each time and each time it made her gasp a little longer. After a few strokes he was again plunging his full long length into her tight body. He managed to get deeper than ever from this angle, but he kept changing the angle of thrust from his hips to rub against different parts of her clutching walls, stirring her insides and winding her up again.

She whimpered and struggled as he started to pump her harder and faster, rubbing across her G-spot and running all the way past the opening of her sensitive cervix. Her aroused body was close to being overwhelmed with unbidden sensuous feelings from his firm and very deep pumping of her slippery pussy.

He wanted to possess her more completely and so he reached round to her front and prised her arms from under her. She was forced to press her breasts and face against the leather top of the desk as he pulled her arms back by her elbows. He gripped her arms firmly, pulling them back behind her and pulling her head back off the desk top as he plunged into her firmly. She shrieked at the new depths and ferocity of his assault on her helpless body.

He started pumping her hard and fast and deep, forcing himself his full length into her slippery body. Her breasts were squashed up and down against the leather, making her nipples rub and harden under the pressure. Her clit was squashed on each entry and her G-spot was rubbed firmly with each stroke making her squeal loudly with increasingly high pitched and more frequent anguish.

Her inexperienced body was finally pushed beyond what she could resist and with a high pitch scream and a violent shudder that convulsed through her whole body, she started to orgasm. He attached her with vigour as she peaked. Her pussy flooded with juices as she shuddered and bucked helplessly under his pumping. Her sopping love tunnel clenched and released his long pumping shaft in tight pulses as her orgasm kept her in a state of ecstasy as he continued to fuck her hard.

Finally, he could not hold back any more with her body spasming and clutching, trying to milk his shaft. With a roar he started injecting her helpless body with copious spurts of sperm, splashing her inside walls and flooding her pussy with each thrust. This flood triggered another wave of pleasure within her and she squealed anew under a new wave of ecstasy.

He kept pumping her full of sperm, spurt after spurt until he gripped her arms, pulled her bottom back against him, and thrust forward one final time. She screamed as his long cock penetrated new depths, embedding its head snugly inside her and blasted a long warm jet of sperm deep into her womanhood. The liquid shock sent her senses into another level of overdrive and with a whimper, she passed out.