Beginning #4
"Look at how horny you are," Mike mocked, his hand coming down in a loud, stinging slap across her right butt cheek.
Smack! Jessie whimpered, her body arching into the blow, a fierce blush spreading across her skin.
"Spreading your legs for me before the workday even starts.
You really are a pathetic little fuck toy. "
"Yes... please, Mike, fuck me," she pleaded, her voice muffled by the sheets, a small, helpless smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She loved the humiliation. She loved the absolute lack of control.
Mike unbuckled his belt, pulling his thick, rock-hard cock free from his trousers.
It throbbing with a violent purple hue, fully engorged and dripping with pre cum.
He didn't bother with romance or preparation.
He grabbed Jessie by her hips, pulling her back against his thighs, and lined the heavy head of his shaft up with her soaking wet clit and pussy lips.
With one brutal, unyielding thrust, Mike drove his entire length deep into her wet channel.
Squelch.
"Ah! Oh my god!" Jessie shrieked, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his massive size. He buried himself all the way to the hilt, his heavy balls slamming against her soaking wet slit.
Mike didn't let her adjust. He immediately established a relentless, punishing pace, his hips slamming against her ass with a deafening, flesh-slapping rhythm.
Slap, slap, slap. He reached forward, his thick fingers grabbing her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him while he used her.
"You like being treated like a whore, don't you, Jessie?" he growled, his voice deep and primal as he pounded into her. "You like getting fucked on my bed while the supervisors are waiting for us?"
"Yes! I love it! I'm your whore, Mike! Fuck me harder!
" she screamed, completely undone. She was smiling through the intense pleasure, her body shaking as his thick cock hit her sweet spot over and over again.
Her tight pussy milked him with every thrust, soaking his shaft in a fountain of her own wetness.
Mike increased the speed, his muscles flexing as he drove her into the mattress. The friction was unbearable, the heavy scent of sex and vanilla filling the small room. He felt the internal contractions of her pussy clamping down on him, signaling that she was about to explode.
"Take my cum, slut," Mike roared, making three final, deep, violent thrusts that buried his cock to the absolute root.
He groaned loudly, his body stiffening as he shot torrents of hot, thick cum deep inside her cervix.
Jessie screamed, her own massive orgasm ripping through her body at the exact same moment, her wet walls clamping down on his throbbing shaft like a vice, sucking every single drop of semen out of him.
They stayed frozen like that for a long minute, both panting heavily, the rain outside pounding a steady beat against the glass. Mike slowly pulled his cock out with a wet, sticky pop, a mixture of his white cum and her juices leaking out of her stretched pussy.
Jessie lay on the bed, her hair ruined, her blouse wrinkled, but a look of absolute, blissful satisfaction on her face. She looked back at him, smiling softly, completely acknowledging his ownership.
"We have ten minutes before the briefing," Mike said coldly, buckling his belt and looking down at his new toy. "Clean yourself up, slut. The agreement has officially begun."
The main briefing room of the analytical wing was chilly, the air conditioning blasting to combat the stifling South American heat outside.
Two senior diplomats and the Deputy Chief of Mission sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany conference table, closely reviewing the latest regional threat assessments.
Jessie sat halfway down the table, her hands resting flat on the wood.
Outwardly, she was the picture of poise—her hair reset into its tight bun, her notes perfectly aligned.
But underneath the heavy table, shielded from everyone’s view by the long, dark privacy skirt attached to the furniture, she was in absolute agony.
Her panties were entirely missing, left behind in Mike’s trash bin.
Her core was slick and heavy, still leaking traces of Mike’s thick morning cum, making her skin tingle with every subtle shift in her chair.
Mike sat directly opposite her. He looked completely unbothered, delivering a calm, measured summary of the political factions. But his dark eyes never left Jessie’s face. He watched the slight, breathless rise and fall of her chest, completely aware of how fragile her professional composure was.
Under the table, Mike moved. He extended his long leg, his heavy leather dress shoe sliding slowly up the inside of Jessie’s bare calf, pushing its way past the hem of her black pencil skirt.
Jessie’s breath hitched mid-sentence as she tried to follow the Deputy Chief’s notes.
“The economic indicators in section three... ah...” Her voice trembled slightly, a soft, involuntary flush creeping up her neck.
She looked across the table, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and desperate arousal.
Mike didn't blink. He kept his shoe sliding higher, the firm leather sole pressing right against her inner thigh, nudging her legs apart.
Jessie didn't fight it. Obedient to the contract she had signed, she subtly widened her stance, allowing his foot to slide all the way up until the blunt toe of his dress shoe pressed firmly against her bare, dripping wet pussy.
“Jessica? Are you experiencing an issue with the sector three data?” the Deputy Chief asked, looking up from his folder.
“No, sir,” Jessie choked out, her fingers tightening on the edge of the mahogany table until her knuckles turned white.
A small, helpless smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Mike began to rub the toe of his shoe in slow, heavy circles right over her swollen, throbbing clit.
She was soaking wet, her juices instantly coating the leather of his shoe.
“I just... I agree entirely with Michael’s assessment. The risk is... intense.”
“Excellent. Let’s move to the secure communications briefing in the adjacent room,” the Deputy Chief noted, standing up and gathering his files. The other diplomats followed suit, filtering out of the room.
The moment the heavy glass doors clicked shut, leaving Mike and Jessie completely alone in the large conference room, Mike stood up.
He walked around the table, his footsteps slow and predatory.
He didn't say a word. He grabbed Jessie by her upper arm, pulling her out of her chair with a dominant, unyielding grip, and dragged her straight into the smaller, windowless briefing alcove at the back of the room, slamming the heavy wooden door lock into place.
“You did a good job keeping your mouth shut,” Mike growled, his voice deep and raspy as he backed her up against the cold, metal edge of a server rack.
“I was trying to work, Mike,” Jessie gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs, her body shaking with a fierce, burning horny energy. “They almost saw your foot.”
“I don't care,” Mike muttered, his large hand reaching down to bunch her pencil skirt up to her waist. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, using his massive physical superiority to completely control her.
With his free hand, he reached between her legs, sliding two thick, calloused fingers straight into her soaking wet pussy.
Squelch.
Jessie let out a loud, breathless whimper, her head falling back against the metal rack. “Oh god... you’re so thick... fuck, Mike...”
“Look at how much you’re leaking, you dirty little fuck toy,” Mike mocked, his fingers pumping deeply inside her tight walls, tracing the slick, heavy cream of his own morning cum mixed with her endless juices.
He rubbed his thumb viciously against her engorged clit, making her hips twitch frantically against his hand.
“You loved getting touched while they were looking right at you, didn't you? You wanted them to know you’re my little whore.”
“Yes! Yes, I loved it!” Jessie cried out, completely abandoning her professional pride. She smiled up at him, her eyes dazed, her mouth open as she begged for him. “Please, Mike. Fuck me right now. Don't make me wait.”
Mike released her wrists, reached down, and unzipped his trousers, his thick, heavy cock springing free, already fully erect and pulsing with a angry purple heat.
He didn't give her a single second to prepare.
He lifted her right leg, hooking her thigh over his hip, and drove his entire length into her wet, stretching channel in one single, violent thrust.
Thud.
Jessie screamed into the empty room, her hands instantly clawing at the fabric of his dress shirt as he buried his cock all the way to her cervix. The friction was instant and overwhelming, her tight, warm pussy clamping down on his thick cock like a vice.
Mike didn't waste any time. He established a brutal, flesh-slapping pace right there against the server rack.
Slap, slap, slap. Every time his heavy balls slammed against her dripping wet slit, a loud, squelching echo filled the small, locked room.
He was relentless, his strong upper body pinning her flat, his chest heaving as he pounded her with absolute, unrepentant dominance.
Jessie was completely undone. She was getting violently fucked in the middle of the analytical wing, her skirt ruined, her blouse unbuttoned at the collar, but she felt an absolute, blissful rush of pure euphoria.
She loved the total surrender. She thrived on being used whenever the urge struck him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him frantically, her tongue tangling with his as he drove her closer and closer to the brink.