Mia's eyes never left Sam's as she did as she was told and slowly slid her panties down her legs, over her shoes, and stepped out of them. The sound that came out of his mouth was a mix between a sigh and a groan, something otherworldly she couldn't quite put her finger on but knew she liked.
"Unhook your bra."
She wasn't expecting him to want her bra off before her shirt, but she did as she was told. Her white lacy bra was hooked in the front. She reached up and pulled the hook free, and it sprang open, the lace glancing off of her hardened nipples, which left her breath caught in her throat.
"Unbutton your shirt," he said, his eyes slitted as he stared at the outlined peaks beneath her shirt.
She watched the way his nostrils flared with each slip of her fingers, the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip, the way his eyes grew heavier. He had one hand on his cock beneath the desk, she could see him twitching, trying not to move. How would it feel when he thrust inside of her?
With each button undone, her white blouse hung down, leaving the middle of her chest and half of each breast bare. He stared at the mounds, and she remembered what it had felt like when he'd sucked her so hard she'd been sore for days.
Mia didn't move as she listened to the sound of Sam taking his shoes and socks off beneath the desk. He pushed his chair back and unbuttoned his own white shirt, revealing his broad chest, the dark hair that covered his rock hard abs. He stood, coming to stand in front of her, his cock so hard she could see it through the fabric of his dark trousers.
With one hand on his belt, he stared at her for a long moment, taking in her breasts, down to her flat stomach and lower. Mia stared at his face, the anticipation mounting inside of her so that she could feel the wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs.
Sam unbuckled his belt. As he removed it, he said, "Sometimes, I might use this. But not today. You're not ready for that."
Did he mean to spank her, or tie her up? Mia didn't know, but he tossed his belt aside and then unbuttoned his pants. Her eyes were glued to where his hands worked, no longer thinking about anything else as his pants slid down revealing that massive cock she'd felt against her backside before and longed to have inside of her.
His hand tightened around it as he looked at her, taking her body in again. "Drop your shirt and your bra."
She did as she was told immediately, praying he'd come closer and suck her tits like he had the other day, though she might not be able to handle it if he did. She might come undone right there in front of him.
"Have you ever sucked dick before, Mia?"
She nodded. She'd had his brother in her mouth just yesterday.... Remembering her manners, she said, "Yes, sir."
"Have you ever had your throat fucked?"
Mia had a feeling that was much different than what she'd participated in with Beau. "No, sir."
"Mia, take your hair out of that bun. I want it in a high ponytail for this. I'll need to grab ahold of it, wrap it around my wrist."
Her hands were shaking with anticipation as she did what he asked, working her hair into the style that he wanted, his eyes glued on her breasts as they moved with each motion. When she was done, he gestured for her to drop down on her knees, which she did.
"Take me into your mouth, Mia. All the way." His hand was on the back of her head, but then he wound her hair around his wrist, pulling hard enough to jar her, but it didn't hurt.
She steadied him with her hand, wondering how she could possibly fit all of that into her mouth. Remembering that Beau had liked it when she kept her lips wrapped around her teeth, she made that face and then licked the white dot of precum off of his dick before she slid her mouth around him, taking as much in as she could. He moaned, his grip increasing.
"More, Mia. Take me deeper."
Widening her throat as much as she could, Mia did her best to fit more of him into her mouth, but he was so big, she had no idea how she could possibly take him all. She could feel his head hitting the back of her throat. It seemed like she hadn't added anything at all.
He must've agreed because Sam sounded angry when he said, "More, damn it! Take all of me in!"
Straining, Mia did her best to open her mouth wider, and she moved up a sliver on his enormous shaft, but she was far from taking all of him in.
"Start sucking, Mia, and whatever you do, don't gag."
Not sure what he meant by that last comment, Mia did as she was asked and began to suck his dick, but then she found his meaning. Sam slammed into her mouth, pushing her head forward at the same time. She almost gagged from the force of his dick slamming into the back of her throat, but before she could, he pulled back out again, and then slammed her again, over and over again, forcing himself in and out of her mouth so quickly, Mia found herself slurping and doing her best not to gag as he did exactly as he'd said he'd do-throat fucked her.
It was certainly uncomfortable, but there was something pleasurable about it, too. She loved the sounds Sam was making as the friction continued to build between them. He tasted so good, and she liked the feel of her mouth stretching to accommodate him. Having him pound into the back of her throat wasn't comfortable; neither was the way he was pulling on her hair, but the way he kept saying her name, the way his entire body tightened, made Mia want to keep pleasuring him for as long as it took.
But she also wanted him inside of her, so when he finally pulled out, telling her to stop, she was glad to oblige. Using her ponytail, he tugged her up, and she came to standing, not sure if she should wipe the precum and saliva from her mouth or let it drip.
With his hand still wrapped in her hair, he pulled her to him and kissed her, hard, his tongue nearly as invasive as his penis had been. She put her hand on his abdomen to steady herself and marveled at the power beneath her fingertips.
He pulled back, and without a word, took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking and slurping as he'd done before, his other hand pinching and twisting her right nipple, both of them pulled and stretched. Mia cried out, the pleasure and pain overwhelming her. When he switched nipples, she couldn't help but whisper, "Oh, God. Oh, fuck." She couldn't get enough of his mouth on her tits, the way he commanded them.
Sam stood and let go of her, looking her in the eyes. His mouth was red from sucking so hard on her breasts. They ached, but not just from his mouth. She wanted him so badly, her core was beginning to shake.
"Go, bend over the desk. Leave your skirt pulled down."
She had assumed that position several times, but never for this. Her body was shaking as she walked over to the end of his desk and bent over, knowing her skirt was hardly long enough to cover everything. She held her breath as he walked along behind her, his cock in his hand.
Standing behind her, Sam ran the tip of his dick under her skirt, along her inner thigh, up her ass, across her sopping pussy to the other side. She moaned, flattening her hands on the desk, wishing he'd take her already. The idea of that enormous dick inside of her had her legs trembling.
"When I take you, Mia, it will be all at once. Don't expect me to be soft and tender like my brother."
Beau hadn't crossed her mind since Sam had taken his pants off, and she couldn't think about him right now. All she wanted was Sam's dick inside of her, however he wanted to get it there.
He took a step back and lifted her skirt. She felt the shift in the air, but then, he also gasped, and she could sense his eyes on her, as if he could see all the way inside of her into her soul.
His thick fingers grazed her outer folds, and Mia moaned. "You're soaking wet, Mia."
"Yes, sir." She could feel it all the way down her thighs.
He stuck his thumb inside of her, and she grunted. Forceful. Powerful. He prodded her, stretching her wider. "God, you're so fucking tight. Seven times?"
"Yes, sir."
"Beau's dick must be tiny," he muttered.
Mia didn't think about Beau's dick. All she could think about was Sam's.
He stuck what had to be at least two, maybe three fingers inside of her, thrusting in and out. It felt so good, she wanted to back into him but didn't think that's what he wanted. Sam tugged and pulled her most sensitive area, working his fingers inside of her, widening her, while his thumb brushed against her clit. She couldn't help but moan with each thrust.
Then, Sam abruptly pulled his hand away, leaving her begging for more, though she didn't dare speak.
Just when Mia thought she couldn't stand to wait any longer, she felt Sam's hands tighten around her hips and then every fiber of her being was stretched as he slammed into her, thrusting his enormous dick into her in one fluid motion. "Oh! Oh, God!" Mia said. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, yet so painful, at the same time.
He pulled out completely, causing her to whimper, but he didn't stay away long. Again, he crammed himself inside of her, forcing her breath out of her lungs and her breasts into the table. "Sam!" she shouted, no longer caring that he was her boss. "Oh, God."
"Fuck yeah, Mia," he said. "Take all of it, Mia. All of it."
He pulled out again, and then slammed back into her, her legs hitting the desk so hard, she thought she might bruise, but now she was stretched well enough to accommodate him, and rather than pull out all the way, this time, he only pulled back halfway before thrusting into her again. Pulling her hair with one hand, he steadied himself by holding her hip with the other and came at her again and again, hard, his massive cock filling her, hitting her clit with every powerful thrust, his balls slapping against her.
Mia couldn't breathe. She'd never felt so commanded before, so wanted. He was an animal, a monster, and he was devouring her. She relished each stroke, each thrust of his muscular hips. It went on and on, her lungs burning as she cried out, her nipples beginning to ache from rubbing against the table top as he continued to fuck her for what seemed like at least half an hour.
Then, she felt him begin to tighten, heard it in his groans. Sam pulled out, and then a spray of liquid covered her ass as she was certain he'd cum on her backside. Mia wanted to reach around and rub it in, to lick it off of her fingers.
She lay there panting, waiting for her heart to stop pounding, trying to recover her breath.
He didn't need to tell her to stay there because she wouldn't move until he told her to. The feel of a tissue on her bottom let her know he was wiping up the mess. He walked around behind the desk, and she caught a glimpse of him as he put his clothes back on. Still, Mia lay there, wishing he'd come back and fuck her again.
"Mia, stand up."
Disappointed that he was done with her, Mia did just that.
"Get dressed. You'll need to hurry to make sure my lunch isn't late."
"Yes, sir," she said as she moved to collect her clothes and put them on. He watched her the entire time she dressed and when he told her to leave, she wondered what might happen if she was late with his lunch? Would he punish her? Would that be so bad?