Intern
INTERN
The cheeky intern deserves a spanking.
“You’re such a fucking brat!”
Yes. I lost it. I said that out loud to an intern in my office. In my defense, he was driving me up the wall. As I raised my voice at him and stood up from my chair, I fully expected him to cringe and cower. But he smirked at me. The shameless, insolent man-child smirked.
“I know.”
My anger blazed brighter while the cocky, undeniably attractive quirk of his lips broadened into a full smile.
“What the hell are you trying to achieve?” My ears grew hot as I continued yelling. “Do you think we’re going to employ you after this? What kind of evaluation do you think I’m going to send to your supervisor? You’ve wasted two months here. You’re getting nowhere with this attitude. Nowhere!”
He licked his puffy pink lips and lifted a finger, perfectly calm while I was sweating under my suit, all but shaking with rage. “First of all, I already have a job lined up at GoGet. I’ll earn more there than I do working for you, and it’s closer to my apartment. I’m starting September 1 because I want to have a proper vacation before becoming a serf of capitalist society for eternity.”
I could only gape at his audacity.
Another finger and a raised eyebrow. “Second. Anna is my mentor here, not you. She’ll be writing my evaluation, and she loves me. She says I’m effective, clever, organized, upbeat, and ah-mazingly creative.”
I was going to fucking rip him apart. His third finger popped up while I clenched my fists, trying to stay still and out of jail. Thank goodness for the heavy desk between us.
“And third.” He waggled the finger. “You won’t complain about me because that’s not what you want.”
I rolled my eyes. “And what do you think I want, Mr. Creative Genius? Because it sure as fuck isn’t your mind-reading skills.”
His dark eyes shone with glee as if he’d won. Had he won? That would mean I’d lost. What the fuck was happening here?
“Same thing as I do. You want to bend me over your desk and spank my ass.”
I froze.
The little shit. Was he going to claim sexual harassment? Was that what this was about?
“And since I see you’re panicking, let me assure you that I’m attracted to you, and that’s why I love driving you crazy. It gets me hot.”
I stood there like a statue. I had nothing to say. Zero. My body was locked in shock. My mind was empty except for one huge, glaring red sign. Harassment! Harassment!
My vision was blurry around the edges as he reached behind him and locked the door. Then he walked toward me, unbuttoning his pants.
Smiling, he turned, tugged his skinny jeans down his thighs, and bent over my desk. Right next to my fucking laptop with the company’s financial report open. He didn’t even turn his gaze that way. He just pushed his ass out, laid his head on his arms, and waited.
He was gorgeous. Out-of-this-world beautiful.
I wanted nothing more than to suck hickeys all over that perfect skin, spank him silly, and drill into his hole until he bawled like a baby.
I wanted to mess him up.
And I’d been quiet for too long.
“Gerald,” he whispered. “I’m hard as fuck right now. Whenever you yell at me, I could come, I swear. I’m not going to tell anyone. I want you.”
Did I believe him? I had no idea. But he must have broken something in me. Because the next thing I did was unzip my pants, pull out my aching cock, and stroke it up and down.
My eyes pinned on his flawless ass cheeks, my hand flying over my cock… I forgot about everything. I forgot he was my intern, that he was twenty-three, that he was an insolent, spoiled kid, and that he was a potential disaster in a hundred different ways.
“Show me your hole,” I bit out. I was close already.
Wordlessly, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing me his hairless crease. Impeccable. The small star clenched in front of my eyes, and heat rushed up my cock.
I watched as white liquid flew through the air and splashed over his little pucker.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
More.
I came like a fountain. Cum was dripping down his underwear-model butt, running through his crease, and his little hole clenched again, wet and glistening.
If I ever touched him, I’d self-combust.
One white drop made it to his hairless balls, slowly oozing lower…and the erotic vision turned into a car crash in slow motion.
Oliver Shen, my twenty-three-year-old student intern, was bent over my desk with his pants down his legs, looking at me over his shoulder. His cheeks were red, his mouth open with short breaths, and his eyes glowed with obvious arousal. My cum was trickling down his ass and over his balls.
My postcoital rush lasted about ten seconds. Then anger hit again. Anger and pure dread.
I zipped up my pants, slapped the laptop shut, and grabbed it under my arm. My phone, wallet, and car keys were already in my suit pockets. Or at least, so I hoped.
I unlocked the door, opened it, and slammed it shut behind me. I ran away from there with my ass on fire.
“I haven’t told anybody.”
I sighed. “Oliver. Please. Don’t do this.”
He cocked his head to the side. “I like you better when you’re angry. Begging doesn’t suit you.”
Rubbing a hand down my face, I shook my head. He was unbelievable.
“I haven’t even seen your cock,” he said casually. “You haven’t touched me. I had to lock the door again and jerk off. I used your cum as lube, by the way.”
He was going to kill me. “Oliver, leave my office. Now.”
“Or?”
Okay, two could play this game.
This time, it was me who locked the door.
“Strip.”
He was lightning fast. His clothes flew through the air. And within seconds, he stood there, smiling like the sun, his amazing little body on display and his hard cock straining toward me.
“Kneel on the desk, ass up.”
He sauntered to me and brushed past me before he climbed on top of my desk, knelt with his legs spread wide, and bent over. Stretched diagonally over my desk with his ass toward me, he supported himself on his elbows and wiggled his pretty butt. He thought he’d won. Did he honestly believe I’d fuck him in my office? At seven p.m. on a Tuesday?
“Now make yourself come.”
He sputtered. “What?”
“You heard me. Jerk off. I want your jizz on my desk.”
He hesitated for a moment, scowling at me. I kept my expression impassive.
“Or you can put on your clothes, unlock the door, and leave,” I suggested in the mildest tone I was capable of.
Oliver rolled his pretty, expressive eyes, then he grabbed his dick and began stroking himself. Soon, he was rocking his hips, fucking into his fist, his hole twitching. He paused only to spit into his palm, then kept going, fast and hard.
I sat down in my chair, leaned back, and watched.
A gorgeous naked boy on top of my desk, masturbating.
Yeah, I wanted to show him I was the boss. I wanted to humiliate him just enough so he’d know his place, the little shit. Except he was enjoying it. He was putting on a show for me, moaning and squirming, throwing his head back, curving his spine. He liked me watching him.
“You’re close?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you thinking of?”
“You watching me. Getting off on it.” Another moan. “Your cum on my hole.” A grunt. “In my hole.”
“You want me to fuck you raw? Breed you like a little bitch in heat?”
He gasped and moaned. His hand faltered on his cock. “Yes. I’ll be your cumslut. I’ll be a needy little fuckhole for you.”
“Come, and I’ll show you my cock.”
“I want you to spank me and fuck me.”
“Then I hope you like pain, boy. Because I could rip your pretty hole with my dick.”
“Fuck yes! Fuck!”
He shook all over and cried out. His face went slack with pleasure. Hell. He was so ridiculously pretty.
His cum splattered on my desk.
He looked back, panting. “Show me. I want to see it.”
So I opened my slacks and took out my raging erection. Then I placed my hands on the armrests of my chair and settled back.
Oliver’s eyes went round with surprised excitement. “Fuck.” He hopped off the table. “Jesus. What the hell is that?”
He lifted his hand, about to reach for my dick.
I shook my head. “Don’t touch it.”
His eyes widened.
“Down on your knees.”
He obeyed in an instant. I wanted to take a picture of him. He knelt, staring up at me, and I could see he was in the moment. Completely. No mind games, no intrigues, nothing. He was naked in a room with a man he wanted, staring at his big fat dick like a hungry animal.
And I felt like the ruler of the universe.
“You’re not allowed to touch it.”
I stood, and towering above him, I began stroking myself. I didn’t take my eyes off him when I scooped a little of his cum from my desk. I tasted it, licking my fingers, then smeared it over my cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered again. He looked at me as if I were a deity. Damn, I liked him like this. Submissive, awed, drowsy from his recent orgasm, naked at my feet.
“Good boy, waiting like that. You’ll get your reward. Open your mouth.”
He obeyed wordlessly.
I came over his parted mouth and on his tongue. He swallowed and licked his lips, eating everything up. He hummed, his pupils blown and cheeks pink.
“Now get dressed and go home.”
He slumped with disappointment. “Are you ever going to touch me, Gerald?”
“What a needy slut you are.”
I was still half hard, and with my cockhead wet, I took a step forward. I grabbed the base of my dick and rubbed the length along his cheek, leaving a sticky mark. His tongue darted out, but I stepped back.
“Tsk. Not today. We’re done.” I put my cock into my pants and zipped up. Then I jerked my chin toward his pile of clothes.
With a grunt, he got up and dressed, giving me curious glances over his shoulder. I walked him to the door and opened it for him.
As he walked past me, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “The next time you enter my office after hours and without an invitation, you’d better be prepped.”
He grinned like I’d given him a gift.
It took only six days. On Monday, he knocked on my door at seven. I was expecting him. I’d seen the looks he’d been giving me during the day and knew he’d come. I even had the lube ready in the drawer. The voice in the back of my head that kept saying I was a fool had gotten softer and softer. When Oliver walked into my office, cheeks heated and eyes shining, the voice quieted entirely.
“Lock the door.”
Everybody should have gone, but I wasn’t taking any chances. He turned the lock and sauntered over to my desk. I didn’t lift my eyes from my laptop.
“Drop your clothes and bend over. Here.”
I patted the spot to my right on my desk. Trying to keep my face smooth, I kept scrolling. In my peripheral vision, I saw Oliver move. Fabric rustled, and in a few seconds, he leaned forward next to me, belly on my desk, supporting himself on his elbows, ass up.
“I’m ready,” he said.
I didn’t look his way. “I know.”
He shifted. Sighed. Wriggled. Then he scoffed.
“Quiet,” I said. I put my right hand on his ass cheek to still his fidgeting. “I need to finish reading this brief. You’ll be a good slut and wait in silence.”
Running my hand up and down his ass, I was perfectly aware it was the first time I’d touched him. I was going to make the most of it.
Without a word, Oliver lay down on his folded arms, resting his head on the side, facing me. I felt his gaze on me as I tried to focus on the brief.
Any changes to the suggested content made after the submission deadline will incur additional charges…
Damn, his skin was so soft. My fingers moved on autopilot, savoring the perfect texture. I ran them up and down his crease, and he spread his legs wider in invitation.
The client agrees to pay 30 percent of the estimate within the first two weeks of the project’s start…
I really needed to finish reading this damned brief. Skimming along Oliver’s crease, from the top of his ass to his balls, I read the last two pages. Only when I was finished, did I let myself touch the wrinkled star. Oliver sucked in a breath.
Eyes pinned to my laptop, I teased his hole, feeling him shudder. Then I slowly opened the drawer and pulled out the lube bottle. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and found his hole again. He whimpered softly when I pushed the tip of my finger into him.
Feeling evil, I tapped the trackpad with my left hand and opened my emails. Then I began pushing my finger in and out of Oliver’s hole, slow, deeper on each thrust.
“Fuck. You’re sick, Gerald.” He groaned. I’d found his gland. “Fuck…”
“Quiet!”
I added a second finger, and Oliver squirmed and moaned.
Scrolling down, I pretended to read. I didn’t see the letters. The slick heat around my fingers was all I could focus on. I could feel Oliver was just as turned on by the game as I was. I began shoving my fingers into him with force, rubbing his gland roughly. Was he sensitive enough to come from that? Judging by the sounds he was making and how he pushed to meet my hand…maybe?
I slapped my laptop shut and stood.
“Spread yourself.”
He grabbed his ass cheeks and held himself open, and I plowed my fingers in and out faster. I added my thumb, pressing on his taint from the outside, and Oliver mewled. The high-pitched sound had my balls aching.
“Can you come like this?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
Oh, I wasn’t stopping. I was fascinated by him. He gripped the edge of the table and writhed while I milked his gland.
He wailed with his orgasm, the sound almost painful, and his cum splattered onto the floor under the desk. I sank into my chair and unzipped. Fuck, he made me horny.
Looking at me over his shoulder, he licked his lips.
“On your knees. Suck my dick.”
Oliver grinned victoriously. He seemed a little wobbly when he pushed off the desk and turned to kneel in front of me. He wrapped his pretty lips around my cock and sucked me down, taking me almost to the root. He had porn star cock-sucking skills. What a wonderful boy. A needy bottom with an oversensitive P-spot and no gag reflex. Was he looking for something long-term? I could see myself fucking this boy every day and never getting bored.
He bobbed his head, closing his eyes. He savored my cock, making small, yummy sounds as he laved the underside with his tongue.
“Yeah, you like a big fat dick in your mouth?”
A hum of agreement.
“You’re a piece of work, boy. Sucking your boss off under his desk. Such a nasty slut.”
He let go with a pop and gazed at me with glittering eyes.
“I love your cock so much, sir. I am a slut for you. Will you fuck me, sir?”
That clever shit. Calling me sir and batting his eyelashes at me… He mouthed my cock again and sucked with vigor, gazing at me with big puppy dog eyes.
“Not today.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and enjoyed his strangled grunts as I finished into his throat. He swallowed everything.
He looked a little subdued as he slowly dressed. Had he been hoping to get fucked already? I didn’t want to rush to the main event in case it was all he was after. On the other hand, I was supposed to be the mature one here.
“Oliver?”
“Yes, sir?”
I smirked at the “sir.” He’d called me Gerald just a short while ago.
“What are your expectations?”
He froze, his lips parted. I could see his mind working behind those clever eyes. “I’m attracted to you, Gerald. I’ve wanted you since the first day you glowered at me from across the conference room.” He gulped. “If I’m being completely honest, I’ll take whatever you can give me. I mean, it’s early days, right? Even if this is just a fuck for you, I’m okay with that. We can just have fun. But… Um…”
I raised my eyebrows. He was cute when he was flustered “But?”
“I’m single and…I want a relationship. With someone. One day. So…if we keep it casual, I will want to keep looking.”
No way in hell . “And if we don’t keep it casual?”
He grinned, blushing adorably. “Then I’d like to be your good boy.”
Three weeks later
“Oliver, it’s your last day today, isn’t it?” I asked loudly, making sure all my employees currently crammed into the office kitchen heard me over the awful music. It was Friday afternoon, and most people would be leaving in a couple of hours. I’d allowed for a short coffee break and asked our receptionist to buy a simple chocolate cake. Oliver was only an intern, and organizing a whole farewell party would seem over the top. I didn’t want to raise too much suspicion until he was safely employed somewhere else. Then I wouldn’t have to give a shit about who knew we were dating.
“Yes, sir,” Oliver said brightly, his eyes twinkling.
“Can you step into my office for a few minutes?”
Anna, who stood next to Oliver, raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
Oliver put his coffee cup on the table and walked toward me. “Of course, sir.”
“Please.” I held the door open for him, then promptly closed and locked it behind us.
I grabbed him by his neck and dragged him to my desk.
“Wha…”
“Quiet,” I hissed. “Show me your ass.”
After swiftly popping open the buttons on his pants, I tugged them down his legs. Then I bent him over and kicked his legs apart.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I muttered when I saw what he was wearing.
The bright-red lace thong accentuated the curves of his butt cheeks, only a thin string disappearing into his crease.
“Do you like them?” he asked, grinning at me over his shoulder.
“You’ve been wearing these all day?”
He made himself at home bent over my desk, settling on his elbows and wiggling his butt at me. “I was hoping to show them to you.”
I opened a drawer and pulled out the butt plug I’d bought him.
“You look like the horny slut you are. Now, shut up.” I pushed the plug between his lips, using it as a gag. Oliver hummed around it, his eyelids heavy already.
“You’re asking for it today. Greedy fuckhole.”
I slapped his ass, aiming downward so my palm slid over both cheeks, making them jiggle. Oliver groaned around the plug and grabbed the edge of the table.
The lace looked delicate and complex. So pretty. I traced the edge with a finger. Oliver pushed his ass out, angling for another spank.
Brat.
I slapped one cheek then the other, hard, watching the skin bloom pink.
The first time I’d fucked him had been in a dark parking place behind the restaurant where I’d wined and dined the little shit until he took off his shoe and ran his foot along my calf under the table, all the way up to my groin. I dragged him to my car and fucked him silly in the back seat. On our second date, I had him sucking me off in the toilet stall at a gallery where I’d brought him for a vernissage. He gagged, and his eyes almost rolled out of his sockets when he struggled to swallow my load. On our third date, I fucked him against the door in my apartment, then over my sofa backrest, and then I tied him to my bed for round three. I spent the entire weekend playing with his hole and dick, rimming and fingering him, and bending him over every possible surface in my apartment.
But at work, we’d acted professionally. I was certain none of my employees suspected a thing. And so, I hadn’t fucked him in my office.
Yet.
We’d gotten tested, and I could finally skip the condom. I couldn’t wait to have him with nothing between us. Wouldn’t it be symbolic to do it right here where I’d touched him for the first time?
Using both hands, I painted his ass red while he grunted and breathed through his nostrils, struggling to stay quiet. Framed by the red lace, my handprints looked especially decadent.
Where was the lube, dammit? Ah. All the way back in my drawer.
Music and voices carried from the office kitchen. How many people were there? Twelve?
I tugged the string between Oliver’s ass cheeks to the side and found his hole with my lubed fingers. He loosened quickly, ready within seconds.
“Do you want everyone to know that you’re the boss’s horny little bitch?”
He whined as I shoved my dick inside him. I grabbed him by his hair, pushing his cheek into my desk. Oliver liked it rough. Sadly, I couldn’t be too harsh, or he’d look debauched when he walked out of here in a few minutes. I had to invent something else to keep my demanding boy entertained.
“You won’t come.”
Whimpering, he lifted his hips, urging me to move.
I fucked him fast, chasing my own orgasm. I could hear the music coming from the break room. Those people thought I was having some kind of official goodbye talk with our young intern. Yeah, right. My balls slapped against his, and he grunted around the plug in his mouth.
His snug hole all but sucked in my dick. “Such a nice young fuckhole for my cock.”
A few more thrusts. I was almost there. I put my hands on his ass, my fingertips caressing the lace.
“Next time, I’ll buy you a whole set—with stockings and garters and a pretty camisole.”
He made a desperate sound, almost a sob. I rammed my dick in again. Harder.
“You’ll wear it for me… And I’ll violate you.”
I could see it in my mind. How he’d stain the pretty lace with precum, sweat, and tears…
Almost there. Oliver was making little high-pitched squeals around the plug in his mouth as I jackhammered his beautiful ass.
I’m fucking a twenty-three-year-old intern in my office while my employees eat cake just behind that door.
The orgasm almost blinded me. I spilled into his eager hole, and my little brat clenched his inner muscles, milking me intentionally. He was incredible.
Circling my hips, I plucked the plug from his mouth. Oliver moaned.
I swiftly pulled my cock out of his hole and pushed in the plug. He shuddered.
“Gerald, please,” he whispered. “You fuck me so good. I need to come. Please.”
“No.”
I slapped his ass, sending his body forward, and he clutched the desk in a white-knuckled grip. I pushed on the base of the plug, then I gave him seven hard spanks.
His ass cheeks were almost the color of the lace thong. I grabbed the string and pulled on it, then released it so it smacked back into place, right over the plug.
Oliver whimpered. “I’m so close. I could come just from the spanking. Please.”
Ignoring his pleas, I dragged him up into a standing position and crouched in front of him. His hard dick encased in the stretched lace looked deliciously lewd.
“Please, sir. I’ll be good. Let me come, please…”
I lapped up his precum through the fabric. “No.”
“Fuuuck.”
I suckled on his hard bulge, the lace scraping my tongue. Then I gently bit his cockhead, making him cringe back with a yelp. He was panting and shaking. I could make him come in seconds.
But I wouldn’t.
“You won’t take the plug out. You’ll carry my cum around until I fuck you in my bed tonight.”
“Gerald…”
“Hush now. Be a good boy.”
He took a deep breath, clenching his fists. I could see him weighing his options. Then his shoulders sank. “Yes, sir.”
“There’s my sweet cumslut.” I dragged his pants up and buttoned them over his still-hard dick. Then I offered him my cheek, and he stood on his tiptoes to kiss it.
“Thank you for your cum, sir.”
He was perfect for me.
I adjusted his long shirt so it partially covered his groin.
“If you can make it with my cum in you for the next three hours, I’ll breed you so hard tonight, you might even get pregnant.”
Oliver bit his lip, his eyes shining with lust and humor. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
He gave me the sweet, mischievous smile he seemed to reserve just for me, and I had to kiss him on his mouth.
Somehow, without us ever deciding on it, the game paused when we kissed. It was just him and me, caught in a moment together. I could feel it—a real connection, just budding, thin and fragile. Our tongues touched, and he let out a little moan.
I patted his ass over his pants, gently, more of a reminder and a promise than a real spank.
“Do you need a minute?”
He exhaled against my lips. “I’m good.”
I checked his hair and clothes. He looked presentable. Unless he showed anyone his spanked butt cheeks, nobody would know he’d done anything but talk to his soon-to-be ex-boss.
“See you tonight.”
“I can’t wait,” he whispered.
I opened the door for him. The music and loud voices spilled into the room. Nobody could have heard a thing from our little tryst.
“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Oliver,” I enunciated.
“Thank you so much, sir. I appreciate the experience. I’ve learned a lot from you.”
Such a fucking brat. I smirked. “I’m glad to hear that.”