Topped Off(Emma Frost/The White Queen from X-Men)

Harry peered up from the papers he was working on, coming face to face with the lovely Emma Frost. With the super tight blouse she wore, with the first few buttons open to showcase the lack of bra, her short skirt which barely qualified as a belt, and her stockings, she begged to be fucked. When you added in the ponytail and the glasses, she was scorching hot.

"Take a break, love," Emma told him. "You've been working too hard...and now I think you need to work harder at something else."

Emma positioned herself on the desk, her stocking clad foot rubbing his crotch above his pants. It cause the blood to rush through Harry's head and from it, thus only thoughts of taking this teasing minx and fucking her brains out entered his head. Emma peered at him, with a wide grin which got even wider. She rubbed her foot back and forth across Harry's crotch, adding an immense heat to him when she played with him. Harry groaned at her touches as she leaned in closer.

"Let's have some real fun," Emma commented to him.

Her breasts practically busted those buttons away. Harry groped them, on her obvious encouragement and smiled.

"Oh, I have a lot of stress that I need to work out," Harry told her. "It just show happens that there's a direction outlet here that I can work it out on."

Harry ripped off her top and revealed Emma's naked breasts. They bounced in front of his face, a lovely sight. Harry groped them and Emma moaned, when thrashing on his desk. He always knew the right places to touch on a woman to really get her mewling. Harry palmed the edge of her breast, rising her nipple up and releasing it from his hand.

"Yes, you do," Emma breathed heavily. "Oh, you know I should get you out of those pants."

"In a minute," Harry said. "Let's see what type of underwear you're wearing underneath that travesty of a skirt."

Harry slipped one of his hands down her and pushed it underneath Emma's skirt. He came to the obvious conclusion just by touching her that she was not wearing any underwear at all. A gasp of pleasure hit her and Harry pumped his fingers into her at that second.

Emma clutched onto the desk until her fingers turned white. The deeper those fingers pushed into her body, the more pleasure she experienced. Harry knew precisely everything he needed to do to hammer those buttons, to shove his fingers into her, once, twice, and three at a time. She thrust her hips out for him.

"You're horny as fuck," Harry said.

"It's been a long day, I've been in board meetings all the day," Emma said. "And you know how board meetings can be...bored meetings."

Emma struggled to grasp ahold of Harry's pants. They snapped off by his magical hand and then came all the way down to reveal his cock. Which slipped underneath her skirt and touched her on the lips. His swollen head kissed her and sent Emma into a fit of pleasure. He pulled her off of the desk, with Emma's legs tightening their grip around her body.

Glasses askew, Emma flashed him a look which plainly said to "come fuck me." Harry growled in pleasure and shoved himself into her tight cunt.

"Damn it, how you do stay so tight," Harry groaned.

"Trade secret," Emma purred in his ear. "And a lot of hard work...given how you still keep shoving that monster...deep...and hard...into me."

Harry ran his hand up Emma's stocking clad leg and caused her to moan. He leaned into her, thrusting away at her without any abandon or any pause. Emma grabbed onto his ass and pushed him into her. She moaned the faster that Harry rammed into her.

"I'm your office whore, Harry," she breathed in his ear. "My holes are yours...you can put it anywhere...anytime that you want."

Harry decided to switch attentions to Emma's breasts, which demanded to be groped. He squeezed them and made Emma tighten her grip around them. Feeling her warm slick juices push onto him made him throb like hell, but Harry prided himself on great self control. Something that might not be as obvious now that he was ramming himself into Emma.

Tightening at the right times, Emma knew exactly what Harry wanted thanks to their mental link. One might think using telepathy is cheating, but Emma disagreed. It was using all of her gifts, in the most amazing way. And the most amazing way was to bring Harry to a new level of pleasure. Where he thrusted away inside of Emma, grunting hard the faster he drove into her body. Harry pulled back from her and slammed as deep into her body,making her moan louder and louder.

"I want this," Emma breathed, tightening down onto his huge cock. "You're going to give me this…."

"When you've earned it," Harry said.

He pulled out of Emma, leaving her hanging. Emma was so addicted to his cock that she could not be made. She was trained to know that any protest meant a dry next couple of days. And mind-fucking people only provided a few minutes of distraction. Harry was the only one who she would allow near her in such a physical and intimate way.

"Crawl onto my desk as only you can."

Emma got the hint and sauntered across the room. Harry already cleared his desk so Emma had plenty of room to maneuver. She loved magic, and all of the ways it cold bring her pleasure. Emma climbed onto the desk and seductively crawled, swaying her rear. She spread her legs, writhing a little bit on the desk and opening up her wet pussy for Harry's view.

Instantly, the man of her dreams was behind her. He slapped his big rod against her clit and caused Emma to breath in heavily. He started to kiss her and then rub her body down. Every time Harry touched her, Emma thought that she was going to lose herself in his grasp. Those hands were legalized weapons and made to drive anyone insane. And Emma shifted and squirmed, more heat emitting from those hands when they cupped the underside of her breasts.

"The question is how badly do you want it?"

Harry grabbed Emma's ponytail, and that caused her to gush when he grabbed onto her hair. It was there, in the hope that Harry would grab onto it and take full advantage to pleasure her. Harry eased himself against her warm opening, Emma's delightful hole almost beckoning him inside of her. Harry hung at the edge of her slit and rubbed up against her. Emma broke out into an eager moan.

"I want you to fuck me," Emma called for him. "Badly. I want you to take that cock and slam it into my body. I want you to work me. Go ahead and fuck your office whore."

"You're flooding my desk, Ms. Frost," Harry said. "Oh, I think I can shove an iron pole in that twat, and it would go in easily."

"You already have one, sir," Emma said.

The "sir" dripped with extra seduction and seemed to make Harry's already sizeable member grow another inch. His swollen head rubbed against Emma before he rammed inside of her.

Harry drove deep into her, being in the position that many men would love to be in. Having a chance to fight the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, Doggy Style. Have her practically screaming for his cock, yes, this was perfect. Harry reached underneath her and grabbed her tits, molesting them. They belonged to him.

Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. Every inch of Harry plowing into her from behind. And then every so often, his hand grazed over her ass. A finger touched her anus, a palm on her cheeks, any touch from Harry, Emma anticipated and it made her hornier than hell. She clenched down onto him hard.

"You know I'll be in here later."

Harry swatted her rear and Emma gushed at the thought of Harry being deep against her ass. His fingers pushed against her, his tongue stretched and licked behind her ear. It tasted Emma and tasted the sweat pouring from her.

The powerful sorcerer had his lovely telepath squirming underneath him. She projected several dirty thoughts into his mind and Harry ran his hand up her back to find her ponytail. He grabbed onto it and pulled on her hair while thrusting deep into Emma.

The force of which his balls hit her left marks, but Harry did not care. He forced his magic against her, channeling it through her body. Harry tapped a gusher inside of Emma, driving faster and harder into her. He rode her out almost all the way, working her to the edge. Emma screamed out, calling for him ,calling for more. Harry knew exactly all of the ways to make her his and make her his very willing slut.

His swelling member pushed against Emma, who milked away at him. However, Harry had many more tricks up his sleeve to ease the inevitable. He pushed further and further into Emma's body, with his fingers cupping onto her tits, squeezing her nipples and making Emma heave in excitement.

"Oh, your slut needs your cream," Emma breathed. "Paint it inside of my walls….stuff me full of that….creamy goodness...baby."

Harry planted his rod as far into Emma as humanly possible. He rose up and slammed down into her. His balls cracked deep inside of her, making their marks. He wanted to hold on for this ride as long as possible, although Emma's slutty body called to be bred and filled with his cum so full that she was going to burst. Harry grabbed onto her ass and pushed down into her, ramming into her body.

The next few thrusts increased in intensity for every second. Emma's toes curled up, with Harry knowing all of the ways to bring her closer to the brink. Harry pushed pulled onto her hair and make her lose it completely. If there was nothing else, Emma loved having her hair yanked on when she was fucked and being fucked by a stud like Harry, that was an even better feeling. His balls just cracked up against her thighs and made her break out into a moan.

"Yes, you do," Harry told her. "And I'm close…...but one more time."

Oh, Emma would cum for Harry as many times as he wanted. Her body filled with excitement. The warmth of a good release, for her man, for her master, it felt really good.

"I'm so hot, sir," Emma breathed lustfully.

Harry drove down into her, filling the White Queen to the brim. The sweet sensation of release followed, with Harry spraying his seed deep into her. He did not leave a drop out, allowing Emma's clenching walls to drain his balls at her leisure. All while palming her ass.

Pure enjoyment struck Emma the very second that his seed spurted into her body. It was an obscene amount, making her swell up. The moment his cock left her body, it was almost a disappointment, but her pussy had been fucked raw before being sprayed with his seed.

Emma pulled herself up and pushed her glasses back. She rubbed her anus against the tip of his cock and caused it to twitch. Harry cupped her shoulder and kissed her on the side of the neck, moving to Emma's jawline, and ending up at the slutty blonde's ear.

"You need this ass to be fucked," Harry told her.

"Yes, baby, I do," Emma breathed. "Stick that cock right up there….it demands to be taken...show me what a real man does to my slutty ass."

Harry squeezed her cheeks and lowered Emma down onto his rod. She was lubricated by a handy little spell, and Harry did a nifty little charm to switch the pain she would receive by his member to toe-curling pleasure. It was handy knowing such spells, because they did enhance the sex life.

The sorcerer sheathed his meat staff deep into Emma's bowels. The White Queen invited him in, horny as hell and ready to receive him. Harry pinched her butt, squeezing it and releasing Emma from his hands. She broke out into a loud cry of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck that ass!" Emma called for him. "Fuck it really good."

"Such a slut," Harry growled in her ear.

"Your slut, just your slut, sir," Emma breathed.

"Every time you call me sir, it just makes me want to pound you into putty," Harry growled.

"Sorry, sir."

Harry pushed his hands against Emma and rocked deep inside of her body. The White Queen opened herself up for domination, all while enticing Harry. This outfit she whore was cock bait, although not her favorite in the world. But, yet, while most of her encounters were mental, all of them with Harry were entirely physical. Because Emma knew exactly that she would not have another man like this.

"An ass made for fucking, "Harry growled in her ear. "I can't believe that something like this...is here...right in front of me."

Harry palmed her ass and made Emma just close her cheeks down onto his throbbing hard rod. He pushed in and out of her, rocking her body even further. Harry dragged his thumb down her ass and made Emma just lose it completely.

"Yes, sir, it is," Emma agreed. "Why don't you….make me yours? Why don't you make me your bitch? Your anal bitch?"

"But, I already have."

Emma's tight back hole threatened to bring Harry to an early release. He fingered her pussy in time with the anal plundering. Knowing that Emma was going to cum all over his hand, that was more than enough to bring Harry closer to the end.

Her moans encouraged him and Harry just went deeper, wearing out her ass like it owed him money. He marked it, and would soon fire his cum into it. His balls already filled back up, the prowess of being a powerful sorcerer extremely likely. Harry pushed as deep inside of her body, with his hands cupping deeper against her tight ass. And then one slipped between her thighs and into her pussy.

"Go ahead and cum for me, sir," Emma breathed.

Harry rammed her ass with force. Emma's pale ass cheeks was left with red marks. Any pain switched to pleasure though and made Emma gush like hell. She knew that all of the damage would be healed, if any. Harry's magic ensured that his women were not too broken for another encounter. That thought passed through Emma's mind, the further Harry rose up and drove down into her.

"Closer," Harry growled.

He spent his time fiddling with Emma's tight asscheeks and squeezing them down onto his member. She broke out into a pleasurable cry, and indeed, it would be a crime not to take her all the way to the edge. His manhood moved along and the minute Emma came all over his fingers, Harry blasted his load into her ass.

Release once more time, sooner than normal, but it was Emma Frost's ass, and all of it's tight and warm glory. Harry did ride her out for several minutes until his cock softened, at least for a minute.

The two relaxed, with Harry casually milking Emma's breasts and causing her to shudder and cream herself onto his lap. He kissed her neck and hit all of those points which he knew was going to make Emma's motor run.

Emma turned herself around, and put her face on his crotch. Her bright blue eyes stared seductively at him, though those glasses.

Then, Emma proceeded to clean Harry's cock, like the good office slut she was.

End.

Next Chapter: 9/10/2018

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