a secretary
Under the desk. My cock forced so far down your throat it cuts off oxygen, even through your nose. Pinch your nose shut anyway, just to make you feel pathetic. Watch you go blue in the face, fear setting in. Watch you writhe and wriggle and look up at me, pleadingly, asking to breathe with your eyes. Watch you tap on my legs, panicking as you feel yourself losing consciousness. Shake my head at you. No, little doll. Dolls don't need to breathe. That's it. Go to sleep. You're so much better when you're limp, your throat accommodates my cock so much more easily. Lights out. Shh.
Unconscious. Dragged out from under the desk, thrown over the top of it. Limp little body so easy to position. No denying you're a fuckdoll like this. Spread that little ass open, quick, before you wake up. Cock stretching that little butt open, splitting you in two. No lube. No condom. Just the slime from your throat still on my cock. Almost all the way, the first 6 inches. Grab you by the hair and bend you back to look at me. Watch the life slowly come back into your eyes. Watch you slowly realize that your ass is stretched open, ruined, brutalized. That your little butthole is getting fucked. Watch you start to notice the pain, the intense pain, as I start pushing the last few inches in. Look at me. Up here, princess. Eyes on me. Good girl. Take it. Don't scream so loud. Good girl.
That's right. Just like that. I said don't scream so fucking loud, girl. Don't make me hit you. I won't give you the little love taps the other boys do. I'll really fucking hit you. That's it. Shhh. Quiet down. Good girl. Good fucking girl.
Such a good secretary. This is what I hired you for.