Desk Pet - Sex Stories

Desk Pet

... squeezed down hard simply pulsing down on his dick like a vice. My orgasm hit me with so many waves of pleasure. The intense euphoria of peaking with my ass in the air like a total slut made me smile. Desk pets aren't supposed to cum when they get a good fucking. Maybe he does remember my orgasm. I know his dick felt it. I certainly wasn't faking. I went dead still after I came. The aftershock of his dick hitting my g-spot was disturbing. It felt like to much stimulation. If this was some guy in a bar I would've made him pull out after I came. This situation wasn't expected. I wanted to make him stop and give me a break. He f@rced me to keep taking in pleasure. I got into it. His good little desk pet started pushing her ass back against his dick. I wanted to cum again. Even from behind he was getting me to fuck him. I pushed him so far inside me I nearly squealed. I can laugh at myself for absolutely losing my shit and chasing my orgasm instead of his. I was almost there when his sounds let me know he was finished. I'm pretty sure I actually felt his cum shoot in my pussy. I felt full and dripping from his load. I felt famished, exhausted and content. I actually needed a few seconds to rest with my face on the desk. I was ooey and gooey and spaced out. I remember thinking 'I love you desk.' I wanted to relax and stay there enjoying the aftermath of complete satisfaction. I thought things like 'I'm actually earning money for having an ...

... orgasm that I would pay to get.' I wanted to ask him if I could do this for free. I knew most call girls don't get this much pleasure from a client. I'm just lucky this client chose me. I had a feeling I would never recover after two weeks of sex like this. I wondered what other games he wanted to play. I was up for anything. It had nothing to do with money anymore. I wouldn't meet a man like this again. He was going to leave me desperate to return to him. I know after one orgasm he did have total control of me. I would always want to be under his desk. I know he saw the look on my face. It was longing and sadness. Two weeks wasn't long enough for me. I wanted this fantasy to last a lifetime. I can say my acting days are over. A part of me never left that office. I became a secretary for another wealthy man who wanted to play. Trust me, I'm no call girl even though I get paid. I ended up a well-kept mistress who got spankings for typing mistakes. I don't love my boss. I don't need love. I just need to play secretary full-time. I don't know if other desk pets have chased a new desk after the first. I have a feeling I wasn't the only desk pet who never stopped wearing vintage in an office. I certainly won't be the last. If you ask me real nicely this desk pet will tell you other office games she loves to play. This is just a quick easy introduction. I have to get back to my desk now. I'll be back tomorrow. There is always work for me in an office.