Soon his hands were at her breasts, and he groped her through her shirt. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the material of her bra, and suddenly she could think of nothing other than him touching her there, so she slid her own hands between their bodies and began unbuttoning her shirt.
Mr. Conner wasn’t a patient man, however. He pushed her hands away and then ripped her shirt open, sending two buttons flying off to clatter against the wall behind the desk before falling to the floor. Aisha sucked in a lungful of air, shocked by the man's actions. Of course, buying new clothing was nothing for him, but she was just out of college, and while Mr. Conner paid well, he didn’t pay that well. She thought for a moment about it, wondering if it was his way of dominating her, if he knew that ruining a shirt like that meant something to her, meant a little extra money when she didn’t have much extra. But then his hands were at her breasts again, feeling her through her bra, and her mind could go nowhere else but that office and his body.
He tore his lips from hers and then planted them on her jawline before moving down, trailing tiny kisses and nips down her neck and across her collarbone. Strong fingers hooked into the cups of her bra and pulled them down, freeing her heaving tits, her nipples hard and eager for his mouth. He didn’t disappoint, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn and sucking on them softly. He nipped with his teeth, and Aisha moaned aloud.
She reached down with one hand and gripped her boss’s hard cock through his pants. He throbbed in her fist, and she teased him a bit, gripping and sliding her hand along his member but making no effort to free it from his pants. She should have known he wouldn’t wait for her, being a take-charge kind of guy. He stepped back and undid his fly, letting his pants fall to his ankles. His cock was big and thick, and a small drop of pre-cum shone in the light of his office on the end of his dick.
“Suck it,” he said to her, gripping himself at the base of his cock. She opened her mouth to argue, but he reached forward, gripping her short, straight black hair behind her head and forcing her forward off the edge of the desk. Then she was going to her knees, half on her own power and half because he was directing her, and she found herself just inches from his penis. It twitched and throbbed, waiting for her, and she decided Mr. Conner wasn’t a man you wanted to keep waiting.
Aisha opened her lips and took his dick into her mouth. There was no teasing, no sensual swirls of the tip of her tongue on the tip of his cock. She just parted her lips and he thrust forward, burying his cock in her mouth until his swollen head hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” he said, tilting his head back. His hand remained at the back of her head, gripping her hair, and his hips stayed in motion, pulling back so his cock almost slipped out of her mouth and then pushing back in.
Aisha had sucked cock before, had always been told how well she did it, but the men she’d been with had always seemed content to let her do the heavy lifting, so to speak. They would lay back, hands behind their head, and she would bob on their dick, sucking and licking until they shot their hot, sticky load down her throat. Her boss was not like that. He was actively fucking her, using her mouth like other men used her pussy, and she found she was enjoying it immensely. He choked her, gagged her with his massive member, and tears formed in her eyes, but she wouldn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t want to let him down. He was using her, but that was all right. She knew she would use him in that office when she got the chance.
Her pussy was wet, soaking her panties, and as her boss rocked back and forth, his swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth, she reached down between her legs and slid the crotch of her panties to the side so she could slide two fingers into herself.
She was nearing an orgasm when her boss pulled his erect dick fully from her mouth and let go of her hair.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
“Shut up and sit down,” Aisha said, pulling her fingers from her own pussy and standing before the powerful man. He looked surprised, but he did what she said, stepping back in an awkward shuffle due to his pants still being around his ankles and then sitting in his office chair. Aisha held her fingers to his lips, the sheen of her own juices catching the light from overhead. He sucked on her fingers, tasting her.