Desk Pet - Sex Stories

Desk Pet

... fuck herself so bad. I listened to her explain how important it was to maintain the schedule. It was a busy office. She had real world problems and an actual business to face. She seemed annoyed at her boss for swamping her day with the hassle of his stupid sex game. I loved my new client for making her day more difficult. I would be gone in two weeks and his game would be her problem instead of mine. I was ready to please him by any means necessary. I was going to be a prostitute and it was exciting. I still needed to be really good at a skill. My boss would be out of my life in two weeks. My future would depend on my skills for pleasing men when he left. He would be hard to please. If I learned to please him other men would be easy. I wondered what his fetish would be. I found out when I knocked on his door at noon. He told me to lock the door. I walked up to him like I wasn't scared. He actually laughed at me like I was stupid and inconsequential. I guess it was funny to see a desk pet the first time. We all thought we were special. On day one he could laugh at our naivete. He told me I look nice. He was so damn attractive I blushed like a little girl. He seemed to love seeing me twitterpated at his compliment. I told him thanks. I may have been a desk pet. I took thirty seconds to do a cute little twirl like a princess in my new costume. I was determined to have fun with this. No woman wearing a costume more expensive than a new car should feel unhappy. I was also so ...

... fucking horny it was surreal. Our chemistry cut through me like a knife. Suddenly, I was a teenager walking up to a boy I wanted to fuck. There was a meek sexual urge to press against him. I felt hunger and desire. I wanted him and nothing would stop me. He saw the look on my face. I have few skills with seduction. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was a few feet from him. It seemed like he was miles away. He was enjoying the moment as much as me. We were back to being two teenagers about to touch the first time. The air felt thick and heavy. I felt like I would drown or collapse in the pressure. No man had ever made me lose myself when it came to passion. I was eager and ready and he liked it. His game quickly became apparent. He basically pushed me back by the shoulders when I tried to kiss him. This was about control and submission. He didn't say a word. He just took control of the situation. He needed to push me back so he could come forward and grab me. Once he felt like he was dominant it felt safe to feel me up and grope me. He lost himself in the moment and fondled me just like a teenage boy. I thought his hands all over me was going to make me melt. It felt good to be pawed. I thought it was the best feeling possible to be manhandled by a powerful man. He basically held me still and forcibly kissed me. His kiss was so aggressive it scared me. I knew my tongue felt broken. My hands wanted to touch him. Being a desk pet came easy to me. I was truly passive and weak. ...