LUST & SIN (A Collection Of Steamy Desires)

FAWKING OVERTIME Chapter 3

—TWO DAYS LATER, NIGHT—

This was the third day in Camille's one-week working overtime punishment, and right now, she sat legs apart on Dylan's table, fingering herself as he had asked her to while he watched, hands shoved inside his pocket.

Dylan circled the desk slowly, eyes locked on her two fingers sliding in and out of her wet p***y.

“Faster… and keep those legs spread wider. I want to see everything.”

Camille obeyed, scissoring her fingers and pushing deeper, the wet sound filling the quiet office. Her other hand pinched one n****e hard.

“Good… now tell me how it feels.”

“Hot… slippery… empty without you…” Her voice was low, almost breathless.

He stopped in front of her, still fully clothed, and reached down to slap her c**t once, sharp. She jumped, a short “ah—” escaping.

“Performance review starts now. Every reaction gets scored.”

He pushed her hand away, replaced it with two of his own fingers, and curled them hard against her front wall.

“First point… how quick you get soaked for me. Ten out of ten.”

Camille’s hips jerked. Soft, broken “nnh… nnh…” spilled out as he pumped his fingers roughly.

He added a third finger, stretching her open, then leaned in and bit the inside of her thigh.

“Second… how pretty you look when you’re being used. Nine.”

He pulled his fingers out, slick and shiny, and wiped them across her mouth.

“Suck.”

She did, tongue swirling, tasting herself.

Dylan unzipped, freed his c**k, and without warning shoved the head against her entrance. He slammed in to the hilt in one thrust.

“Third… how tight this cunt still is after two nights of overtime. Perfect score.”

He gripped her thighs and started pounding her on the desk, each stroke hard and deep. The wood creaked under them. Camille’s hands scrambled for the edge, knuckles white.

“Talk… rate yourself while I f**k you.”

“I’m… a dirty overtime w***e… who needs her boss’s c**k… every night…” Her moans came out short and shaky now, “uh… uh… f**k…” different from before.

He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, yanked her hips back, and drove in from behind even harder. One hand wrapped in her hair, the other spanking her ass with every thrust.

“Fourth… how loud you get when I wreck you. Keep going.”

“Harder… please… ruin me… f**k…”

He dragged her off the desk, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of his leather chair. Her chest pressed to the seat, ass high, legs forced wide. He slammed back in and set a brutal pace, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy.

“Final score… how well you take a c**k until you can’t stay quiet.”

Camille’s voice cracked into higher, broken sounds, “mmh...ah...yes...don’t stop...” as he pounded her without mercy. He reached under, rubbed her c**t in rough circles, and she came hard, thighs shaking, p***y clamping down and flooding around him. Juices ran down her legs onto the chair.

He kept f*****g her through it, relentless, until her moans turned into soft, overstimulated whimpers. Only then did he shove deep, groan low, and empty inside her, filling her until it leaked out around his c**k and dripped onto the leather.

He pulled out slow, watching the mess.

“Review complete. You passed… with overtime still left on the clock.”

Camille stayed bent over the chair, breathing hard, c*m already sliding down her thigh.

“Thanks...boss…”

Dylan hooked his arms under Camille’s thighs and lifted her clean off the chair in one strong motion. Her legs went up and over his shoulders until her calves rested against the back of his neck. He buried his face straight into her messy, c*m-filled p***y and started eating her like he was starving.

“Fuck...boss...” she gasped, hands flying to his hair.

He didn’t answer. He just licked deep, tongue thrusting inside her, scooping out his own c*m and her juices, sucking hard on her c**t, then plunging back in. He walked them out of the office like that, her bare ass in his hands, her dripping cunt pressed tight to his mouth. Every step made her bounce against his face. He chewed on her lips, sucked them, shoved his tongue as deep as it would go, making wet, filthy sounds that echoed down the empty hallway.

Camille’s head fell back. Broken, high “ahh… ahh… s**t…” spilled out of her as he kept devouring her, never slowing. Her thighs trembled around his head. More of their mixed c*m leaked onto his chin and ran down his neck.

He carried her into the elevator still eating her p***y. The doors closed. He pinned her against the wall, legs locked around his neck, and ate her harder—tongue f*****g her open, teeth grazing her c**t, lips sealed tight as he sucked. She came on his tongue with a sharp, shaky cry, thighs clamping around his head, more wetness flooding his mouth. He drank it, licked her through it, then kept going until the elevator dinged on the conference floor.

He walked them straight into the big glass conference room, kicked the door shut with his foot, and only then lowered her. Her legs were shaking so hard she almost fell. He spun her, shoved her face-down onto the long polished table, yanked her hips up, and slammed his c**k into her still-dripping cunt in one brutal thrust.

“Take it...fucking take it...”

He didn’t ease in. He started pounding her immediately, hard and fast, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy. The table shook under every thrust. Her t**s dragged across the cold wood. He gripped her hair, yanked her head back, and f****d her even harder, hips snapping like he was trying to break her open.

“This is what you needed… getting your used hole wrecked on the conference table…”

“Yes...ruin me...fuck me stupid...” Her voice came out raw, broken into short, desperate “uh...uh...uh...” with every deep slam.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, dragged her to the edge of the table, hooked her knees over his elbows, and drove back in even deeper. The new angle made her cry out high and sharp. He leaned over her, one hand around her throat, and started railing her with fast, punishing strokes that forced the air out of her lungs.

“Look at this slutty cunt… swallowing my c**k… leaking everywhere…”

“Harder...please...pound me...fuck this p***y boss...” She reached down and spread her p***y lips wide with both hands so he could watch himself disappear inside her over and over. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder. Juice and c*m splattered onto the table with every thrust.

He f****d her faster, almost frantic, the table creaking under the force. Her moans turned into continuous broken gasps, “nnnh...ah...fuck...yes...” He slapped her c**t hard between thrusts, then rubbed it roughly while he kept slamming in.

Camille came hard again, body locking up, p***y clamping and squirting around his c**k, soaking his abs and the wood beneath her. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding through it, chasing his own release, until his thrusts turned jagged. He buried himself deep with a low growl and came hard, flooding her already messy cunt until it overflowed, thick streams running down her ass and pooling on the conference table.

He stayed buried a few seconds longer, grinding deep, then pulled out slow. c*m and her juices poured out of her open, red, used p***y in a steady drip.

Dylan looked down at the mess they’d made of the long table.

“Still got more overtime left tonight… clean that up with your tongue.”