The Birth of a Whore 4

Work wasn't going well. Some reports, documents, and other things... how boring. I would much rather give myself to some lustful male right now. Right here. On this very desk. I even stretched sweetly. Yes. I imagined being bent over, my skirt lifted, or being laid out on the desk and spreading my legs myself. It's been so long since I've had sex. Since yesterday. I knew certain rumors were circulating about me. So what? They're all just jealous.

These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, Angel, hi..." Nikita, our company manager, was clearly taken aback to see me like this.

"I'm gathering reports for statistics," he said, shaking the papers in his hand for emphasis. "You were supposed to submit yours last week. Why should I have to chase after you?"

I just smiled.

"Why are you getting so worked up, we'll find your paper for you." I stood up and stretched, my breasts almost jumping out of my décolletage. "I think I saw that report on Polina's desk. Ah... yes, there it is." I took a few steps and bent over, reaching across the entire desk. This left me with my back to Nikita. Or more precisely, not exactly my back, but... my already short skirt rode up even more, revealing not only the bands of my fishnet stockings with the seam but also the narrow strip of my panties.

If someone had told me I was consciously seducing and provoking Nikita, a known womanizer and ladies' man, I probably wouldn't have agreed. What provocations? What I was doing was almost unconscious, on a reflex level. What, can one even behave differently? I simply didn't know how to anymore.

And now, I held that position a little longer than necessary, waiting for a slap on my plump ass.

I let out a feigned cry.

And immediately a wide palm groped my buttock.

"You've got a juicy ass," I heard, as strong fingers kneaded my ass, trying to get under my skirt.

I only moaned lustfully, not trying to break free or even just pull away. Meanwhile, Nikita's fingers stroked the strip of panties covering my itching pussy.

"Wow, the bitch is already wet," he said, getting into my panties. "A good piece of fucking machinery," he concluded, slapping my ass again.

"Now show me your tits. Come on, get those udders out."

This kind of treatment only turned me on more. I straightened up and turned around, leaning my ass against the desk.

Nikita had a phone in his hands, filming what was happening, but I didn't care anymore. With a quick movement, I unbuttoned my blouse.

"Nice udders," Nikita concluded, immediately groping my breasts. "You could even slip it between these."

In response, I just smiled carnivorously and demonstratively licked my lips.

"Why are you licking your lips, bitch? Want a lollipop?"

I just silently sank to my knees, and my fingers began to unbutton Nikita's pants, and soon the head of a large cock was in front of my face.

I immediately wrapped my lips around it. I already had experience. And I did it with great enthusiasm, smearing lipstick on the cock and my face. Soon the cock stood up like a huge stake, and I was immediately put on all fours against the desk. My skirt was already hiked up, and the narrow strip of my thong was simply pushed aside, and the hard head entered my juice-dripping hole. The cock entered it with juicy slaps, each time eliciting an involuntary moan. I was just grabbed by the hips and pulled onto the huge bolt. OOOOH…. I had already had an orgasm and was feeling a second one building when, through my clouded consciousness, I saw someone watching us from behind the slightly open door. But I didn't care anymore; all I cared about was the big, hard cock pounding my hole. AAAAAAAAH another orgasm washed over me in a hot wave. Immediately, I was pulled off the cock and turned around. I didn't have time to understand anything before I was on the desk, lying on my back. Nikita immediately threw my legs over his shoulders, and his cock entered my juice-dripping pussy again. He fucked me while holding the phone with the camera on. The frame captured my bare tits, the cock pounding like a jackhammer, and my face distorted by the approaching orgasm.

"Like that, bitch? Or should I stop?"

"Aaaah…. Don't stop, fuck me… yes, more… harder…"

I didn't have time to think before Nikita suddenly pulled out of me and a stream of warm cum hit my face. I opened my mouth, but most of it still smeared across my face.

"How do you like my cumshot, slut?" I heard. Nikita was already zipping up his pants. After that, he demonstratively twirled the mobile phone in his hand, which he had used to film the entire fucking process today.

"Well, bitch, did you like it? Ready to become the new office whore?"