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Lily's boss starts offering her free massages at work.
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Lily was excited, it was Thursday and that meant massage day. Since she'd starting working at her new studio, her boss had sporadically offered her free massages and this was an offer she couldn't refuse. After a few random massages, he'd offered them on a weekly basis, every Thursday afternoon. She gratefully accepted.
Whilst she was predominantly excited, she was also nervous. The massages were incredible and made her feel amazing...but they were very intimate and exposing for her, and it felt like, with each massage, it was becoming more exposing and intimate. When they started, he would cover her ass with a towel, then he'd start by doing that but remove it halfway through, now he just doesn't bother. And just last week, he'd made a comment that she should wear her skimpiest underwear next week, clarifying that he found her modest underwear was getting in the way. She'd blushed significantly and nodded, and now she was entering the studio wearing just that, her littlest thing that nestled between her cheeks.
The afternoon was always empty but the door was open. She entered and found Damien sat at the desk waiting. Her heart fluttered. He was so handsome. Strong facial features and short blonde hair. His body was muscular and chiselled as shown off his tight white t-shirt. He stood up and smiled, towering over her at 6'4".
"There's my favourite employee." He said calmly.
"Morning, Damien." She responded joyfully, smiling back. She felt a pang of guilt in her stomach, she was aroused already. Everytime she'd been left hot and horny after these massages and the guilt soon followed. Now it was starting earlier. She hadn't even told her boyfriend about the massages for fear of what he might assume and it just made what could be an innocent event into dirty and secret.
"Ready for me to get started on you?"
"God, yes." She said sighing, almost sounding a little too desperate. They both laughed and he subtly eyed her up and down in that moment before they headed through to the massage room. It was a secluded little room in the back. They walked in to the smell of incense and a dark room lit only by a myriad of candles. It was so calm and relaxing. In the middle was the table.. Mirrors lined a good few of the walls so you could watch yourself being massaged.
"You know the drill. Get yourself stripped and call me when you're ready, Lily." He said, almost commandingly. Even though the direction to strip, contextually, was innocent, the way he said it whilst looking at her nearly made her melt.
"OK, see you soon." She said as he stepped out. She sighed in relief, pressure relieving. Her heart was pounding. She stood in front of one of the mirrors and removed her top. Her two large but perky breasts popped out from under her top, both her big nipples erect and hard from all the excitement. She removed her tight jeans and let them fall to the ground, leaving her in just a thong. Her heart thumped again as she took the opportunity to look at herself.
She looked fucking incredible. Her tiny, youthful body was on full display. She was barely 5ft and tight all over. She had decently wide hips and a waist that came in so narrow. Her thighs were decently thick but still had a gap. Her face was the picture of innocent, like an angelic little girl. Pale skin and soft features. Her lips were formed perfectly and a light pink colour. Her eyes were deep and gorgeous, topped with full and alluring ginger hair she'd tied into a ponytail. She was undeniably cute but the rest of her body was made for fucking. She glanced over her shoulder at another mirror and gasped under her breath. Her ass was fat, it always had been despite her size and fitness. No ass that large should rightfully belong to such a little girl. This was exacerbated by the thong that disappeared between her two large ass cheeks. She slid her thumbs under the waist band and pulled it even tighter, the waistband sliding up her hips and the material sinking deeper between her cheeks and pushing against her damp pussy. In her head, she justified not wanting it to get in the way...but she knew what she was doing. She walked over to the table and climbed on, lying face down. "I'm ready, Damien." She said, voice almost trembling.
"OK, I'm coming in." He said, also full of excitement. The first view coming in justified it. She was lying ass first and he bit his lip at the view. This was why he offered her free massages. It started as a kindness but after the first, it was all about getting access regularly to her young, tight body. She was his ideal type but she had a boyfriend (and he had a wife but he couldn't care less) so this was the best easy to engineer intimacy. He'd been pushing her boundaries ever since the beginning. And now, seeing her in the smallest thong he'd ever seen, pulled tight up against her fat ass, he knew he was making ground. "No way am I covering that fucking ass with a towel today." He thought, smirking.
He stepped over and started playing some calming, instrumental music on the stereo. He grabbed his kit of heated massage oils and walked over to the goddess on the table laid out before him. "I'll start with you back today." He said.
"Yes please." She responded eagerly awaiting his strong, firm touch. He didn't make her wait much longer. He trickled the hot, thick oil all down her back and let it sink into the skin. His hands were almost shaking as he took hold of her body and worked the oil into her back and shoulders. God she felt good, her skin was impossibly soft and pure. God his hands felt good, so big and strong. She sighed out audibly, a bit embarrassed, from his first initial touch. He laughed.
"Sounds like you needed this." He said, working her toned back and shoulders.
"Absolutely, this feels so good." She said. She watched him in the mirror, there was something hot about watching this tall, attractive man work on her body. Today, he was stealing a ton of glances and stares at her ass, only increasing her arousal.
He worked her back and shoulders for roughly ten minutes, oiling her up and loosening her body. Lily melted into the table, her relaxation deepening. She continued to sigh at his touch and he roamed her soft supple skin with his hands.
"Time for your feet and legs I think." He said. He moved down her body and she caught sight of his crotch in the mirror. She had to stifle a gasp. He was wearing shorts this week, tight shorts, too tight it seems. She'd seen hints of an erection before...but never to this level of vivid detail. There was a thick, fat lump in his shorts, extending down his thigh an alarmingly length. He was hard and he was fucking hung. She immediately felt her pussy pulse at the sight of that concerningly large bulge as he passed her by and down to her legs and feet.
He loved working on her legs. She was exquisite thighs and it was his opportunity to spread her legs slowly and get a better look at her. He didn't waste much time on her feet and calves, by this point he could never justify delaying access to those thick thighs. He oiled them up generously and lifted one of her legs up, getting his hands all over her thigh. She moaned a little again, loving the feeling of the muscles and flesh being groped. He pulled the leg out quite wide, hungry for a better view as he groped her. Lily felt her cheeks flush red knowing that her pussy must've been on full display and tried to move her other thigh across to compensate. She felt a firm hand grab that other thigh.
"Leave it there." He said sternly, sliding it back.
"S-sorry, Damien." She was so red in the face, feeling humiliated and powerless as he moved the other thigh out wider now. She could see him in the mirror and he wasn't even subtle, he was staring at her cunt.
"I'll let you off this time." He said, jokingly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He knew the thong was tiny but fucking hell. It was practically nestled between her thick pussy lips. He didn't have a perfect view and it wasn't completely dug in, but he could see some of what he wanted and it made him even harder. He shook his head slightly, groping and rubbing the thigh in his hands. He placed her leg down as wide as possible on the table. "Leave it there." He commanded and she didn't dare move it despite her shame and exposure.
As he moved to the other side, she looked in the mirror ahead and saw her reflection in the mirror behind. She wanted to cry. She could see everything Damien had just seen. Her fat but tight pussy was leaving nearly nothing to the imagination, and once he'd spread her other thigh, imagination would be pointless. She couldn't see, but deeply feared that he could, how wet she was. She knew she was soaked, she could feel it. "Please don't be able to see how fucking wet my pussy is, please." She thought.
Damien wasted no time. He grabbed the other thigh and senously massaged it, all the while spreading the young girl on the table wider and wider. There was no doubt about it, the slut was fucking soaked. The thong covering her pussy was saturated and dark compared to the rest of the underwear, and better yet a small pool of her juices had formed beneath her. He wanted to smell and taste her so badly now. He separated her thigh further, rubbing his large and powerful hands all the way up to the very top of her thigh, the knuckles of his hand only inches from her cunt. Lily moaned her loudest moan yet.
"Does that feel good?"
"Y-yes...so good." She said panting a little. As her arousal increased, the thought of her visibly wet cunt became less embarrassing and more erotic. She wanted him to see how wet he'd made her, to she her wetness. And he did. Plainly. When her other thigh was as wide as possible, Damien greedily watched as the thong, soaked and lubricated, easily glided and rested deeply between her two thick pussy lips. God, it looked so plump and perfect. She was fully shaved, not a hair on that young cunt. He decided by the end of today, he was going to be inside her. He needed it.
She looked in the mirror at just how on display she was and felt like a complete slut. She'd gotten herself into this situation. She'd worn this underwear. She hadn't raised her concerns. And her complicity made it all the more wrong. Her thoughts wandered to her boyfriend who had no idea where she was or how much she'd been enjoying these massages. In the mirror, she could see Damien's eyes unmistakenly staring right at her plump pussy and it made her feel so desired. She watched his big, strong hands glide up the backs of her beautiful thighs, squeezing and groping...and not stopping; he slid up onto her fat ass and sunk his hands into her cheeks, squeezing and kneading the ample flesh. She moaned out, not quitely, but a deep and lustful moan this time. It was all getting too much.
"This feels good, doesn't it?" He said, his cock throbbing. He always loved the part where he got his hands on her fat ass. The first few massages he never touched it, it was covered by a towel and it remained that way. But he pushed that boundary, stating it was an important part of a lower body massage. Since then, it had been a staple of their Thursdays together and Damien spent increasingly more time playing with her ass each week.
"God...yes." She said, unable to hide the desperation in her voice. It felt glorious, the hot oil on her skin and his hands grabbing at her intimate area. The movement was firm but gentle, she could feel him kneading and pulling apart her cheeks, spreading her. She could feel her pussy and asshole contracting and expanding with the movement and it felt divine. His fingers strayed dangerously close to both of her desperate little holes but never too far, to her surprised disappointment.
"By the way..." He said, as he continued to drink the view of her ass in, "don't be ashamed of any noises you make. It's all perfectly natural. Many people make all kinds of noises during a massage. It's best to relax and let yourself feel whatever you feel, Lily." Her boss' words were so soothing and calming, reassuring her she was fine to groan and moan. And it was true, she'd been repressing those noises all day and the few that escaped had felt like a release.
"O-OK, Damien. I'll try not to hold back." She whimpered, moaning again as he took the opportunity to really dig into her ass cheeks. She could hear another noise, a wet sloppy sound, everytime he really worked her ass part and together again. She knew it was her soaking wet cunt, audible from the movement. She sighed out at the realisation, deriving pleasure from the embarrassment.
"Your tiny underwear is still in the way, I'm going to move it." He'd never been this assertive over her clothing but she didn't protest. He gripped the waist band and pulled it high. The material strained like a thin piece of dental floss against her cunt and asshole, all for his eyes to see.
"Oh, fuck." She whimpered, feeling the material slide up against her clit. She knew she was dangerously close to orgasm as his hands roamed her ass. It felt less like an ass massage today and more like being molested, and she'd always dreamed of being molested unwillingly. He could sense it to and he was feeling the power. He wasn't ready for her to cum yet. He removed his hands from her perfect, fat ass and admired the puddle of cum beneath her.
"I think it's time for you to turn over." He said.
"Uhm, there's no towel to cover myself with, Damien." She said, heart pounding. She'd nearly turned over without thinking, so strong her desire to be submissive. Now she was looking for any excuse to do so without a towel.
"They're all being washed sadly. We can stop here if you like, but a lot of my female clients prefer no towel anyway. It's all professional here, don't worry." He lied, running his hand up the soft skin on her back.
Lily was breathing shallow. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. Without another word, without thinking any further about the appropriateness of her next action, she rolled over onto her back and looked up at Damien, defenceless and humiliated. He couldn't believe her, she was so fucking easy to manipulate. He looked the young, tight girl lying on the table up and down slowly. She was a fucking sight. Her stomach was flat with a hint of tone. From the front the hourglass figure she'd nurtured was all the more prominent. Her pale white skin was spotless from head to toe. And he'd been waiting to see those fucking big tits since he'd met her. They were ripe and perky, just over a handful, even for his large hands. They were topped two thick, round nipples, and they were so fucking hard it must've hurt her. He finally looked at her face, catching her attention and diverting it from staring at his huge bulge. She was beautiful too. She looked young, too young, and innocent. The face of a little angel but the body of fuck meat. He couldn't believe his luck.
"Are you comfortable with this?" He said, preparing more oil, picturing how amazing those oily tits will look.
"Y-Yes..." She said, her chest rising and falling with her breaths. She wanted him to touch her again.
"And you're OK with me seeing your breasts?" He said, staring at them.
"...Yes." She responded, going flush red with embarrassment again. Her mind was spinning, her head so full of thoughts about this situation. The loudest thoughts were a deep primal need to cum.
"Good. We won't bother with the towel in the future then." He began to pour oil on her front, the thick liquid spilling onto her. He intentional let some drip onto her breasts and nipples and it had the desired effect of causing her to groan in pleasure. The oil was an incredible stimulant he found, smirking. He coated her little body till it shone brightly in the candle light.
He got to work on her front. Fingers pressed into her muscles and loosened her up, sinking her deeper into a relaxing state. Hands glided along the oily soft skin. He slid up and massaged all around her breasts, never directly touching them but letting his knuckles or the back of his hand bump against them to watch them jiggle. He slowly moved his hands down, each time getting closer and closer to her groin. With each pass, he inched closer. With each pass, her anticipation increased. "Please...don't stop...keep going...just...do it." She thought as she panted and mewled softly at his touch. He slid down, stopping just before her thong's waistband...he slowly slid back down again and his fingers just marginally slipped under the very edge of the fabric. He slid down once more...and his fingers plunged underneath and massage her groin.
"Oh my god." She said with his fingers literally an inch north of her throbbing clit. Expertly he avoided it, sliding all around her sensitive area without overextending into her pussy. He pushed both hands down into her waistband and split them as they came close to her clit, pushing down between where her legs and pussy met. He could feel where her juices had spilled out, it definitely wasn't oil, and he rubbed her juices into her, letting them soak into his hands. She was shivering and writhing now. She was a fucking mess and wanted to cum. She was grinding against an invisible hand or cock. She needed that stimulation. And just like that he removed his hands and went back to the stomach. She ached all over for him. She couldn't believe how desperate she was, how fucking much she desired his inappropriate touch. And he knew it. He revelled. All he wanted was one final display of submissiveness and he'd been tempted to give her what she wanted, and to take what he now owned.
"Well, the hour is up, unless...would you be interested in a chest massage today? I offer it to all my female clients. I must warn you, it can be quite...stimulating, but they all pay extra for it every week and tell me it's a bargain." He said.
"Yes...yes please." She said, barely above a whimper.
"Brilliant. Do you want to check if it's OK with your boyfriend? I imagine he must've been sceptical about your boss seeing you practically naked every week, and now I will be working on your chest and breasts." He said. He fucking knew she hadn't told him but he wanted to see her squirm.
"It's uh, it's fine. He trusts me." She felt like a fucking idiot. But it was too late. She was committed and she wanted it more than anything right now.
"Great, I'm sure he has no reason not to trust you. Besides, I'm extremely professional." He lied, smirking. "Great, that'll be £50 then."
"Oh, isn't it free like the rest?" She said.
"No, sorry. This is extra. I know it's a lot but I usually charge £100."
"Oh..."
"No problem. We can pack up and you can get showered off."
"No!" She said, too loud and urgently. "I'll...pay."
"Fantastic. I'll need it upfront, so go and get it."
Her heart hammered as she lay there, slowly standing up from the table in just the tiniest thong. She stood up and walked away from him, every hair standing on end and feeling like a shameful slut. She was paying him £50 to grope her tits, what was she doing? She knew exactly what she was doing. She bent over seductively, legs spread a little, to lean down to her bag. She could feel his eyes burning into her ass from behind as she rummaged her her money.
"While you're over there, take that thong off. It's not really covered anything anyway and it's soaked. Bring it to me and I'll put it on the radiator to dry. You can't walk around wearing something that wet all day." He said it with such confidence and arrogance. There was no hint or suggestion, it was an order.
"Oh, uh, sorry." She said, standing up with the £50 in her hand. He looked her in the eyes and watched as this little angel bent over, breasts hanging down in front of her to remove her cum soaked thong. He watched it peel down her legs and she stepped out of it. And then she walked towards him. Naked. Thong and money in her hands. A bitch, a submissive little bitch.
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She stood in front of him. Her shame was through the roof. She'd never felt smaller or weaker. She was just following orders and waiting for the humiliation to be over. He knew how aroused she was, he'd plainly called her out for soaking through her thong. Glancing at the table her heart raced as she saw just how big the wet spot where she'd been dripping was. She slowly handed him the money, which he counted and smiled. Then he held out his other hand for her thong. She raised the soaking wet, tiny thong and placed it in his hand. She couldn't believe what she was doing.
"God this really is soaked isn't it?" He said, in a way that expected an answer.
"Yes, Damien."
"Do you always get this wet during my massages?" He enquired, looking down at her.
"...Yes, I do."
"That's only natural. I can tell you've enjoyed them since our first one. From now on, come on a Thursday wearing no underwear. If you're going to get this wet, no point ruining your panties, is there?"
"No, Damien. I'll do that."
"Good girl." He said, smiling and turning to the place the thong on a radiator. "Go lie on the table with your legs spread as wide as possible."
And she did just that. Climbing on in the candelight and laying on her back. She placed her legs as wide as possible, not even pausing to question the justification for it, and exposed herself for her boss. He had the power and she knew it. She had been denied orgasm too many times today, she had to get it. He walked over and circled the table. Her cunt was wet and glistening with cum, he couldn't wait to feel those lips wrapped around his thick cock. She was entirely hairless as he guessed. He walked around, trailing a finger up her leg, along her thigh and up her stomach.
"I'm going to massage your breasts now. This is an intimate moment and it needs your consent."
"I...consent."
"No, I need it to be explicit. Tell me what you want me to do."
He stood above her, his legs by the top of her head. He towered above.
"I want you...to massage my breasts...please."
"Good. Then I will." He practically straddled her head with his powerful thighs and leaned over her. The oil drizzled slowly and warmly onto her waiting tits. Each drop felt like heaven and she wasted no time in being honest with how it felt, moans esscaping her lips with regularlity. He let the oil spill onto those big hard nipples and nearly laughed when he watched her struggle not to squirm.
"Oh...fuck." she stammered as she was reacting to just the oil. She felt something press against her cheek and repeated herself. His thigh and massive bulge were pressed up against her face. He chose then to strike. His hands glided down her oily chest and onto the tops of her breasts, fingers hungrily squeezing those large mounds and feeling their weight.
"Yes!" She called out. It felt so good to finally give in. She was beyond embarrassment. He could do what he wanted with her. She'd paid for this, for a man other than her boyfriend to grope her tits. She was past shame. She was a slut and she knew it. And he couldn't believe how good her tits felt in the oil. He pulled and groped and squeezed at her chest, cocking pulsating throughout. She was made to be molested. This clearly wasn't a massage anymore. They both knew. Nothing about what he was doing was something a masseuse would do. His hands were hungry with lust and her body was craving sensation and satisfaction.
"Tell me how it feels." He demanded.
"It feels so good, sir...it feels so fucking good." She was almost sobbing with pleasuring. She was struggling to focus on breathing and her body was writhing.
"And how about this, Lily?" His fingers curled and focused on her fat, solid nipples. He pinched, pulled, and twisted them, giving them all the attention they'd been deprived of for the last hour. She howled out in pleasure.
"Fuck, sir... I feel too good, it feels too good." She panted, back arching. "I think I'm going to...I think I'm going to..." He repeated a few times as he pulled on her nipples.
"You're going to cum, aren't you, Lily? If you want to cum, you need to ask for permission. You need to beg me to cum."
Abandoning any last shred of fleeting dignity, she did just that. She begged. "Please, sir...please let me cum. I've wanted you to make me cum since our first massage. I want to cum so fucking badly, let me please, sir. I'm so desperate for release."
"I always knew you were a slut, despite what an innocent little girl you may look." He spat, laughing. His fingers coiled around her nipples expertly, twisting and squeezing them, encompassing her breasts and gave the cheating slut what she desired: an orgasm
Lily's back arched hard and she called out, barely able to make words and instead relying on guttural almost animalistic noises are her orgasm exploded throughout her tiny body, surging out from her nipples and flooding to every inch of skin and flesh, consumed by pleasure. She moaned louder than ever before as she delved into that pure bliss and her body shook violently before collapsing back down, a sweaty and exhausted mess from her orgasm.
Her rest didn't last long, incensed by the erotic display, Damien was too fucking horny to hold back. He grabbed her under the arms and slid her towards him, causing her head to limply dangle backwards off the table. She watched, upside down, as he slowly removed his trousers and underwear...and his giant cock and balls came into view. She could've came against just looking at how impressive he was. He was fully hard and intimidating. His cock must have been a minimum of 10" long and pointing directly at her, proud and fucking rock solid. It was thick too. She had no doubt it was as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist. He had two heavy balls hanging down from beneath in a large sack. He was a real man and she knew she was a bitch for his master cock now.
"I bet I'm so much bigger than your boyfriend."
"You are, sir...Jesus you're so big." She couldn't believe just how hung he was and the effect it was having on her.
He stepped forwards and cupped her hanging head, gently taking a handful of her hair and caressing her cheek with his big thumb.
"Such a pretty little cunt, my cock is going to look perfect between those hot lips." He said, looking down at her.
"Yes, sir. Please let me suck your massive cock."
"You're not going to suck my cock..." He said, firmly. He spat on her chin and lips, using his thumb to rub the thick saliva into her sensitive, pink lips. "...I'm going to fuck your throat." He wrapped a hand around his fat, long cock and guided the head towards her waiting face. He slapped the weight of it against her cheek a few times before rubbing the length of his dick all over her face. She desperately ran her tongue along the shaft as he got pre-cum all over her innocent little face. "Fuck, you're desperate aren't you, slut?"
"Yes, sir...please pound my throat." She begged, panting in anticipation.
"Then open those pretty little lips and let me fuck your throat, bitch." He said, propping her head up. With the way her head lent back from the table, when she opened her mouth she gave him full and willing access to her throat. Her boss moved his hips and let his fat tip invade her mouth. Her jaw adjusted to fit him, he was far bigger than anything she'd ever experienced. It felt like every inch of her mouth was full of delicious cock immediately. She moaned into him passionately. He loved the feeling of her warm, wet mouth swallowing him but he was only a fraction of the way in and he no intention of stopping. Slowly, he thrust his cock forwards and into her tight throat, pushing deep inside her. This slut had no gag reflex but still struggle when faced with his impressive manhood. He gripped her throat with both hands and kept pushing till he bottomed out in her throat.
"Fuck your throat feels good." He said, grunting. He slid his cock all the way out before ramming it forcibly back down causing her to choke. He watched his bulge appear in her throat, morphing the shape of her neck. And then he went at it. No restraint. He pounded her mouth and throat without sympathy and driven by lust for her body which was still on full display, oily and shimmering in the light. "You're so much hotter than my wife." He groaned as he pulverised her, the wet sounds of her struggling to breathe and take his cock filling the room.
Lily tried her best but this was something else. He was in full control and taking what he wanted from her. All she could do was open her mouth and throat as much as possible to make it easier for him to violate her. She was so aroused despite the discomfort. Each thrust pounded into her throat. Her boss released her throat and face and clamped his hands down onto both her breasts, groping at her chest. She gagged and moaned against the cock filling her as his fingers expertly toyed with her hard nipples.
"You're my perfect little slut." He moaned out, fucking her face. "I've had so many sluts on this table but none have taken my fat cock this well." She felt a sense of disgusting pride at that, knowing she was one of many women he'd seduced and used, but knowing that she was the best at pleasuring him. "I can see your hand creeping towards your soaking wet cunt...you want to touch yourself, little slut, don't you?" He moaned, burying himself in her throat.
He was right. Her hand rest on her stomach and her fingers had been moving agonisingly slowly towards her throbbing sex. Subconsciously, she was waiting for his permission to touch herself because she was under his thumb now. Emboldened by his goading, she let her fingers creep down her oily stomach towards her unattended clit, unable to hold back. His hand reached down and roughly grabbed her wrist, yanking it away and putting it by her side.
"No, I didn't give you permission, did I slut?" He said tutting. "But...given how you're giving me the best head of my life, let me treat you, bitch." As she swallowed deep on his cock, she could feel his fingers creeping down her stomach to her pussy. Her heart rate was out of control. If she could speak she'd be begging for his touch. It was past want. It was need now.
He couldn't wait to touch her. He decided to leave her swollen clit alone for now and instead his fingers moved down to caress her soaked lips softly and gently. Her moans vibrated along the shaft of his buried cock as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He began massaging her lips, spreading and rubbing them with his instrusive fingers. It was so wet and sloppy between her legs, he'd never felt anything like it before.
He pulled his cock out of her throat, watching thick trails of saliva stretch from his huge dick to her pretty little lips. He heard her gasp for air now she could breath again properly. He let his heavy tool fall on her face and rubbed all her saliva and phlegm back onto her face, mixing with her sweat and tears. "Shit, if I wasn't going to blow this fat load deep in your cunt, I could've easily came down your throat." He groaned and it was true, he came dangerously close several times.
He stripped himself quickly and climbed onto the table with her. He propped her up so she was sitting now, her oily back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. He continued to caress her soaking cunt with one hand, the other hand coiled around the continue groping her breasts. It felt too fucking good. She could see herself in the mirror, she looked so tiny in his big, strong arms. She watched herself being molested by a married man over twice her age and she loved it. A hand reached up and gripped her pretty little face and pulled it around. He leaned in and the two engaged in a passionate, desperate kiss. Somehow, to Lily, this felt like the ultimate sin. As they rubbed tongues and lips, moaning into each other's mouths, a sloppy exchange of saliva and lust. He was a far better kisser than her boyfriend and his fingers never stopped attending to her needy, young pussy. She never wanted her first cheating experience to end.
She felt a large finger begin to work on her tight little hole and she grinded her cunt against it. She wanted to be filled. "Jesus, you're so tight." He said, intoxicated by her resistant hole. He felt his wet finger stretch and penetrate her and heard the little girl groan as he entered her.
"Uhhh, d-daddy." She whimpered, hips grinding needily. This girl sounded so innocent and soft despite the clear signs she was a complete submissive slut. He could feel her cunt tightly clinging to his finger as he worked it in and out of her. He continued to grope and squeeze her tits and couldn't stop himself from making out with her the whole time. She was so soft and delicate. He'd never experienced anything quite like her. He was going to struggle to force himself inside but he wasn't backing out and he wasn't going to let her back out either. She was going to stretch and take him. Roughly, he shoved her forward onto her chest in front of him. "Get that fat ass up in the air, you slut." He commanded.
Lily obeyed, too aroused and too afraid to do anything else. She lay on her chest, tits on the table, with her ass raised high. She was displaying her soaking wet and swollen cunt for him, she was physically dripping with cum. Her tiny pink asshole was visible too. Within seconds she heard him move and felt that giant cock pushing against her. The head was so fat and wide it unnerved her greatly, but feeling his massive dick slide up and down her lips and against her clit made her weak. She knew he wasn't going to fit, surely he couldn't. She felt him press against her tightness, the impossible task. He spat down and a thick glob of saliva landed on her asshole and dripped down onto her pussy. Again he pushed against her and found some progress. Lily reached back with both hands to spread herself for him. She wanted him to go all the way, she wanted to be filled like never before, her mind was racing, remembering his promise to cum deep in her. If she'd been any less wet, this would have been impossible. The mix of her spreading, her wetness, and Damien's forceful driving, led to the head of his cock stretching her enough to slip in.
"Ugh fuck." She cried out. It stung like hell but she was borderline orgasming throughout. He pushed deeper, feeling her resistance with every centimeter he drove into her. She was the tightest thing he'd ever fucked and his eyes were rolling back in pleasure.
"Do you feel this big cock stretching you out slut?" He grunted, lunging another inch into her. She cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Y-yes daddy...it's too big." She managed to say. "You're so much...thicker than my boyfriend...and you're deeper...deeper than he's ever been." Her hips gyrated without command on the biggest dick she'd ever taken. Her boss looked down and smirked arrogantly.
"Dirty cheating bitch...I'm not even half way inside yet." Grabbing a handful of her plump ass and with another hand on her waist, he began to thrust the first half of his beautiful cock in and out of her. She gripped him so tight he could see her pussy hugging his cock as he pulled out. Each shunt of his dick caused Lily to moan out, louder each time. It only took a few powerful strokes before she came again, loud and unashamedly. He laughed at her. "I haven't even got started yet, little slut."
Her fingers dug into the table, gripping tightly as he assaulted her from behind. She'd never felt so full and her pussy was aching and sore already. She felt so concerned she was going to split but the pleasure was too much. He felt even bigger than he looked. "More, daddy...more please." Her ragged breath and words were forced out of her with each thrust.
"I don't know how much more you can take." He said, laughing. "But you're clearly desperate for it, so I'll try." He gave a long, hard stab deep into her, pushing forwards into her previously unfucked depth. "oh god...it's like fucking a virgin." He gasped out feeling her part before his massive cock. Lily's eyes rolled back and she stopped being able to form words. It felt like he was pushing into her stomach, she felt so taken and owned, vulnerable and dominated. It really did feel like she was a virgin, like all the countless sex she'd had before now was nothing, not even a warm up. Nothing had prepared her for the experience that was a real man's cock. She was openly sobbing as he fucked her into the table, her face pushing into the soft material and tears pouring from her eyes.
He pulled all the way out of her with a wet, sloppy plop and admired his work. Her hole was stretched and leaking with her thick creamy cum. She looked ravaged. Without a care for her comfort, he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back. He forced her knees apart and climbed ontop of her, looking down. "I wanna see that pretty, young, innocent face when I force my whole cock inside you. I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum on this fat dick." He sneered, gently stroking her teary cheek. "You're my bitch, aren't you? My willing, submissive bitch." He said, running his thumb along her soft lips and looking into her gorgeous eyes. She parted her mouth and sucked on his thumb a little too eagerly and nodded up at him, eyes fixed on his. "I only hired you because you're so fucking pretty." His large hand slid down and wrapped around her petite throat, gently squeezing. His other hand gripped his massive cock and began rubbing it vigorously up and down her waiting slit. "Beg for it, whore." He commanded.
She unloaded, a desperate mess of pleasure and lust and hunger for his perfect cock. She no longer wanted to be fucked, she needed to be filled. "God, daddy...please, fuck my tight little cheating pussy. I've never needed anything more than your massive cock, I'll do anything. You can fuck me whenever you want, I'm yours. I'm your slut. I'll crawl into your office and suck your cock every day. Do anything to me. Just fuck me, please daddy." Damien knew he'd won, she was wrapped around his little finger. Now he was ready to finish her.
"You're disgusting and I love it." He leaned down and passionately kissed her again, she responded immediately, opening her mouth to allow his tongue access. She felt him enter her again as they kissed. Even though he'd only just left her, he felt even bigger in this position. Their moans intertwined as he kept on pushing more cock into her. Their oily bodies began to rub together, her breasts and stiff nipples up against him, his hands on her face, breasts, and all over her body. More inches worked into her soaking wet pussy, leaving no room for anything else. Her cunt was loud and wet as his huge dick forced all the cum and air out of her. And he kept on invading her, deeper and deeper. He was breaching previously unexplored areas of her pussy and she loved it. She could almost feel him in her stomach.
"I love your pussy so much." He whispered in her ear. The final few inches were such a squeeze and the sensation of her wet and warm flesh clinging so tightly to his cock was immense. He drove again and felt himself bottom out in her, he groaned loud and deep as he felt himself press against her.
Lily could barely breathe as he remained there, to the hilt in her. Right now, this monstrous cock was her whole world. She managed to part her pretty little lips and utter three words: "fuck me daddy."
Her dominant boss needed nothing else. All of a sudden, he slammed his hand onto her cheek, pinning the side of her face down into the table, pressing against it. And he pulled his hips back till nearly all of his cock was out of her before violently returning to her depths in one thrust. The noise she made was guttural and pained. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and folded her up to give himself unlimited access to her fuckhole. Again, he withdrew and slammed in hard. Again, she made a noise like an animal in heat. He was pounding her little pussy. The noises it made were so lewd and loud, squelching and wet, as her thick creamy cum leaked from her ruined hole. He couldn't stop himself from going harder, from going faster. She was intoxicating and beautiful. He was driven by his need to bury his fat load deep in her.
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"You're my new favourite fuck meat." He growled, "Who could've known such a young, innocent looking girl could've been such a fucking slut?" And he loved that fact. She couldn't respond, she was barely conscious, hanging on through the pain and overwhelming pleasure. She was practically gurgling now, like a baby, punctuated by wails of extreme bliss. She couldn't tell when her last orgasm stopped and if it ever had. Her whole body was electric with sensation, every centimeter of skin was an erogenous zone.
And Damien was relentless, his large cock pumping in and out of her, his massive heavy balls slapping against her exposed asshole over and over. He couldn't hold on much longer, it was a miracle he hadn't immediately cum in her tightness. "I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm gonna fucking cum so deep in you." He grunted out.
"No protection...but please...so deep...fucking cum in me." She managed to pronounce.
"You want me to cum in your unprotected fertile little pussy?" He said, slamming her harder than ever. Her toes were curling and eyes rolling around without control.
"Yes daddy, make me yours." She sobbed out.
The danger pushed them both over the edge. She felt the entire length of him throb and pulse as he neared completion. He felt her contract and massage his length as she neared a final, complete orgasm. He let her legs drop and forced himself down onto her, both kissing with a primal hunger. He bottomed out in her and groaned into her mouth. She could feel every fucking spurt of his fat load shooting into her deepest parts, she could feel every time his cock exploded inside her. She felt his shaft pushing against her g-spot and his fingers expertly massaging her swollen, needy clit. And she finished extravagantly too, she lost control, her body convulsing as bliss hit every nerve and part of her body. She was shaking violently. Her pussy was full and used. And for the first time in her life, she squirted. She couldn't hold it back. She felt herself flow and squirt all over his perfect cock and onto the table beneath, the whole time she was holding him tight and moaning without restraint, loud and unashamed. She was done. And she felt herself slip from consciousness.
When she woke up, she was alone on the table, lying in a puddle of oil, sweat, and their mixed juices. Every part of her body still felt erotically sensitive. Her pussy and nipples aching furiously. Her mind was reeling as recollection of the earlier events flood in, what she'd done, what she'd let happened to her, what she wanted. Guilt and shame, booming in her mind. She'd cheated, completely and fully. She was disgusting.
And despite it all, her only desire was to touch herself. She lay back on the table once more, now alone. Her small hand following the curves of her body down to her stomach and descending below to her ruined pussy, still oozing with his cum and still gaping from his girth, and she accepted her new role at work: she was her boss' fuck meat.
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