Beginning #6
Jessie smiled softly, her eyes dazed with pure submission and absolute adoration.
She didn't say a word. Following the permanent rules of the agreement, she walked over to him, turned her back, and immediately bent over his heavy wooden desk.
She bunched her suit jacket up to her armpits and pushed her trousers down past her knees, completely exposing her smooth, round ass cheeks and her bright pink, dripping wet pussy slit to his gaze.
"I wanted to make sure I was completely filled with your cum before we boarded the plane, Mike," she whispered breathlessly, her fingers clawing at the edge of the desk.
"You really are an insatiable little slut," Mike growled, stepping up behind her.
He didn't use any gentleness. His large, heavy hand came down in a massive, stinging slap across her left butt cheek.
Smack! Jessie shrieked, a small cry of pure ecstasy ripping from her throat as a bright red handprint bloomed across her skin.
Without waiting another second, Mike unbuckled his belt and freed his thick, angry cock.
It was fully engorged, pulsing with a heavy purple hue and dripping with hot pre-cum from the mere sight of her open, wet slit.
He grabbed her firmly by her hips, his thick fingers bruising her skin, and lined the heavy head of his shaft up with her dripping wet channel.
With one brutal, unyielding surge of his hips, Mike buried his entire length deep inside her wet pussy.
Squelch.
"Ah! Oh god, Mike!" Jessie screamed, her face slamming into the documents on the desk as his massive size stretched her walls to the absolute limit.
He was buried so deeply that his heavy balls slammed violently against her dripping wet clit with every movement, driving her into a state of immediate, overwhelming sensory overload.
Mike established a punishing, high-velocity pace right there against the desk.
Slap, slap, slap. The heavy, flesh slapping rhythm filled the small bedroom, accompanied by the loud, wet squelching of his thick shaft sliding through her bottomless cream.
He was relentless, using every ounce of his superior strength to pound her into the furniture, his muscles flexing and glistening with a fine layer of sweat as he claimed her body for the final time on foreign soil.
Jessie was completely undone, lost in a sea of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
She thrived on the absolute dominance, her face smiling against the desk as she realized how perfectly they had balanced their world.
They had completely dominated the boardroom during the day, and she had been his private, brainless whore at night.
Her tight pussy milked his shaft frantically, her internal walls contracting in tight, desperate waves that threatened to tear him apart.
"Fucking look at me, slut," Mike commanded, his voice deep and primal.
Jessie strained her neck around, her eyes dazed, her lips wet and parted as she looked up at her master.
Mike reached forward, his thick hand gripping her jawline, pulling her face back into a hard, aggressive kiss.
Their tongues tangled violently while his hips continued to rain down a brutal, relentless assault against her bare ass.
"I'm going to cum, Mike! I'm cumming everywhere! Fuck me!" she whimpered into his mouth, her body shaking as her climax began to shatter her core.
"Take the whole load, you dirty little whore!
" Mike roared, his face contorting in pure dominance as he delivered five final, bone-crushing thrusts that buried his cock past her cervix.
He locked his hips tightly against her bare ass, his entire body stiffening as he shot enormous, boiling hot torrents of thick white cum deep inside her wet womb, filling her up to the absolute brim.
Jessie shrieked, her own massive, earth-shattering orgasm ripping through her body at the exact same instant, her wet channel clamping down on his throbbing shaft like a vice, sucking every single drop of semen out of him.
They stayed frozen together for several minutes, their heavy, ragged breathing slowing down as the reality of the departure closed in.
Mike slowly pulled his cock out with a heavy, wet pop.
A thick river of white cum and sticky juices immediately cascaded down Jessie’s thighs, pooling on the floorboards.
Jessie collapsed onto the desk, completely spent, a look of absolute, blissful satisfaction on her face. She looked back at him, smiling softly, completely acknowledging his permanent ownership.
Mike adjusted his trousers, buckling his belt and sliding his tie into place, instantly transforming back into the cold, pristine junior analyst. He looked down at his beautiful, ruined toy.
"Clean yourself up, Jessie," Mike said with a smooth, satisfied smirk, tapping the signed agreement on his desk. "We have a plane to catch. But keep that contract in your briefcase. Our assignment might be over here, but when we get back to Washington... the rules stay exactly the same."