Sir’s Naughty Girl

5

Shine hunched over her desk, the glow of her monitor reflecting her flushed cheeks.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, not quite ready to close the tab.

Her OnlyFans page stared back at her, with its subscriber count ticking up lazily, tipped messages piling up.

One thumbnail caught her eye: her hands squeezing her heavy, milky breasts, n*****s leaking just enough to glisten under the camera's unforgiving lens.

That video had garnered over twelve thousand views in just a few hours of posting it.

She bit her lip, a familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she imagined the viewers stroking themselves to her videos.

She didn't hear the door creak open, didn't sense the shadow falling over her until it was too late.

"Rossman. The quarterly projections," Gilbert’s voice boomed.

She spun around in her chair, her face turning red instantly. "Oh! Sir! I... I didn't hear you."

Gilbert didn't look at her face.

His gaze was locked onto the monitor, unblinking.

Shine watched his eyes track over the screen and that damning video thumbnail of her own hands kneading her milky breasts.

She began to feel suffocated, her heartbeat drumming. Her breath hitched, a stray drop of milk immediately soaking into the lace of her bra, making the fabric cling wetly to her swollen n****e.

She waited for the explosion, anything but the silence that stretched between them.

Gilbert's jaw clenched. He stepped closer, towering over her, his cologne invading her nostrils.

"Close it," he said finally.

Shine's hands trembled as she reached for the mouse, but he grabbed her wrist, yanking it away. "No. Let me see."

He leaned in, his free hand gripping the back of her chair, caging her.

Shine's heart pounded faster, her p***y clenching involuntarily at the proximity of his body.

He scrolled through the page slowly, deliberately, his breath hot against her ear. "This is you?"

"Sir, please—it's just—"

"Shut up." He clicked play on the video, the sound low but unmistakable: her own soft moans filling the room as the on-screen Shine pinched her n*****s, milk squirting in thin arcs.

Gilbert's grip tightened on her wrist, his other hand sliding to her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her knee. "So it’s you, now this explains why you've been teasing me for weeks, Rossman. Those tight skirts, the way your t**s strain against your blouses."

Shine's breath came in shallow gasps, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of wetness between her legs.

She could feel her panties sticking to her folds making her damp and uncomfortable.

Gilbert's eyes strained as he watched the video, his c**k visibly hardening against the front of his slacks forming an intimidating bulge.

“To my office now” he ordered.

She followed quietly.

When they got to his office, he locked the door behind them.

"Get under the desk," he ordered suddenly, releasing her wrist and stepping back.

Shine blinked, confusion and fear twisting in her gut.

"What? Sir, I—"

"Now." His eyes burned with hunger.

Swallowing hard, Shine slid from her chair and dropped to her knees.

The carpet felt plush against her skin as she crawled into the cramped space beneath the desk, her skirt riding up her thighs, exposing the curve of her ass cheeks. She tucked herself in, knees pressed together, heart racing. A moment later, Gilbert’s huge legs filled the space. He sat down, his knees framing her shoulders, his shoes inches from her face.

"Gilbert Vicente here," he said, his voice suddenly shifting into the smooth, authoritative tone he used for boardrooms. "Thank you for joining, gentlemen. Let us discuss the merger."

Shine sat in the shadows, her face inches from his zipper. The sight of his large tree trunk thighs was intoxicating, the fabric of his slacks stretched taut over muscles that had pinned her down in fantasies she never admitted.

Memories of the other night flooded her—his thick c**k slamming into her dripping p***y without a word of warning.

He'd f****d her raw, her cries muffled by his hand over her mouth, his c*m flooding her until it leaked down her thighs.

The recollection made her squirm softly, her c**t throbbing against the seam of her panties.

Gilbert shifted in his chair, his hand dropping casually to his lap. Shine froze as his fingers brushed the zipper. "Yes, the projections look solid," he said evenly to the callers, but under the desk, his hand found her hair, gripping a fistful and yanking her face forward.

She gasped, the sound stifled by the press of his crotch against her lips. He unzipped fully, his massive c**k springing free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-c*m.

It slapped against her cheek, hot musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils.

Shine's mouth watered despite herself, her tongue darting out to taste him.

"Suck it," he mouthed silently, his eyes flicking down to meet hers in the dim space.

Gilbert's hand guided her head inexorably forward.

Shine parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to lap at the underside of his shaft.

He groaned softly, disguising it as a thoughtful hum into the phone. "Indeed, the ROI is promising."

She took him into her mouth, the girth stretching her jaws wide. Her lips sealed around the base as she bobbed slowly, saliva dripping down his length to coat his balls.

Gilbert's thighs tensed, his fingers tightening in her hair, forcing her deeper until the head bumped the back of her throat. She gagged quietly, tears pricking her eyes, but he didn't let up. Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his groin.

Shine's p***y ached, clenching around nothing as she sucked him off. She reached between her legs, rubbing her c**t through her soaked panties, but Gilbert noticed and kicked her hand away with his foot. "Focus," he whispered, the word barely a breath. She whimpered around his c**k, the vibration making him twitch in her mouth.

The meeting dragged on, Gilbert's responses growing shorter, more clipped as Shine worked him with desperate fervor. `

Her tongue swirled around the ridge of his head, sucking hard on the slit to draw out more pre-c*m, which she swallowed greedily.

He thrust shallowly into her mouth, his hips rocking under the desk.

Gilbert's breathing hitched, his free hand gripping the desk edge above. "Gentlemen, this is productive. Let's table the rest for tomorrow." His voice was strained, the words clipped.

Shine hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her hands cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently.

He swelled in her mouth, veins pulsing against her tongue.

But he suddenly shoved her head away, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Pre-c*m strung from her lips to his c**k, glistening in the low light.

He grabbed a stack of papers from the desk and began shuffling them loudly to hide the sound of his breathing.

"I have another meeting. We will finalize this tomorrow. Goodbye."

He slammed the button on the speakerphone.

The room fell into a deafening quiet, save for the sound of their labored breathing.

Gilbert stood up, pushing his chair back with a violent screech that echoed off the walls. His c**k hung semi-hard from his open fly, slick and angry red.

He reached down and hauled Shine out from under the desk by her arms, his fingers bruising her soft skin. She yelped as he slammed her back against the table surface, papers scattering, the edge of the table digging into her flesh.

"You little b***h," he growled, his face inches from hers, hot breath fanning her lips. His eyes blazed with fury and lust, the dark obsession she'd glimpsed in stolen glances now fully unleashed. "You almost made me lose an eighty-million-dollar deal. Sucking my c**k like a desperate slut while I'm on the line?"

Shine whimpered, her body arching toward him despite the fear. "I'm sorry, sir—please—"

"Sorry? You'll be sorry when I'm done with you." He ripped her blouse open, buttons pinging across the room, exposing her lace bra soaked with milk.

His large hands mauled her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out. Milk sprayed from her n*****s, arcing onto his shirt, warm and sticky.

He latched onto one peak, sucking greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he gulped down her milk like a starving man.

"Oh god," Shine moaned, her head falling back against the desk, hips bucking up.

The suction sent jolts straight to her core, her p***y flooding with fresh slick.

Gilbert's tongue lashed her n****e, swirling and biting, while his hand pinched the other, twisting until tears streamed down her face.

He released her breast with a pop, milk dribbling from his chin. "These t**s—f*****g obscene. Leaking all over my office." His hand shot down, yanking her skirt up to her waist, fingers hooking into her panties and tearing them off in one brutal pull, leaving her bare p***y exposed, lips puffy and glistening.

Gilbert's eyes locked on her cunt, his c**k fully hard again, throbbing visibly.

He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, her heels scraping the desk as he positioned himself between her legs. "Look at you, dripping like a w***e. You want this, don't you? Want your boss to f**k you senseless?"

"Yes—f**k, yes," Shine gasped, her depravity spilling out.