“Both, Sir.” Her answer was short, but it was honest and he showed his approval by sliding the finger inside her briefly before pulling it out and holding it to her mouth. Isobel opened her lips and sucked the offered finger inside, cleaning it dry of her juices before he withdrew it again.
She felt the heat of his cock a split second before she felt the weight of it brush up against her pussy, and she moaned in anticipation, her hips rising up slightly in a silent plea. Tyler took hold of his shaft and rubbed the head over her clit before positioning himself at her waiting hole. “Is this what my little slut wants?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
Without anything further being said, Tyler slid into her, impaling her with his length and filling her perfectly. Isobel moaned again, this time in pleasure as she felt the velvety steel of him deep within her. As he started to move and pull out of her, her inner muscles squeezed and contracted around him in protest, only to release him when he slammed back into her.
There was no gentleness this time; Tyler possessed her with a ferocity that consumed and delighted her. Her arms crept around his body to hold onto the taut muscles of his back, and her legs came up and locked behind his ass, holding him in place even though he obviously had no intention of leaving the warm confines of her pussy.
Sensations pulsated through her as she felt the ridges of his cock caress her and take her to heights she had never reached before, and as his head plunged into her time and again she held on and matched him stroke for stroke.
Tyler increased the pace, his stamina never-ending and his passion consuming her. His balls slapped against her asshole, and she felt the warm stickiness of her own juices coating him, making every movement slick and intense.
With her head thrown back in total abandon, Isobel completely forgot that they were at work, or that she had only met the man a few days prior. All she could think about was what he was doing to her and how she didn’t want him to stop.
“Is this what you wanted?” Tyler’s feet were firmly planted on the floor, giving him the leverage he needed to slam into her even harder. He straightened his back so that her arms could no longer reach around him, and placed a hand on her breast, pinching her nipple and making her gasp. “Answer me!”
“Yes! God, yes!” How could she deny what he already knew? “Fuck me, Tyler. Please, make me come!”
He leaned his body back down again, bringing his head lower still so that he could reach her tit with his mouth. Sucking her puckered nipple in between his lips, he bit down with his teeth, making her gasp. “Fuck me, Sir!” He broke away briefly to admonish her. “When I have you like this, you are to address me as Sir.” His mouth reached for her again, lapping away the sting of his bite.
“Sir!” Isobel gasped as she felt her climax blossom inside; her body trembling and her legs shaking as her core seemed to vibrate around his cock. Bucking beneath him she came hard, soaking his length with her juices and spurring him on to his own orgasm.
“Fuck!” Tyler almost yelled, feeling her pussy squeezing his cock, milking him as his cum almost exploded out of him in hot streams. He pumped into her, burying himself as deep as he could while his balls emptied themselves, unable and unwilling to hold out any longer.
The room was silent for a few minutes, except for their heavy breathing. Isobel sighed deeply, completed satiated and more than a little sore from everything her body had been through. She didn’t think that she had ever been so thoroughly fucked, nor so satisfied before.
She was just about to say as much to Tyler, when he pulled away from her and stood up. Sitting up, Isobel looked across at him as he started to pull his clothes on. Was he angry at something? Had she disappointed him in some way? She felt her stomach lurch and her heart sink.
“I trust you can find your way back to the office?” It was a question that didn’t require an answer. “I have business that needs attending to, so I’m going to have to leave you here.” His tone was downright frosty, and Isobel was at a complete loss as to what to say or do next.
She quickly realized that she didn’t have to say anything, because he was gone. He’d got dressed in a hurry and left the room before she even had the chance to formulate any kind of response. Feeling despondent, Isobel put her clothes back on and slowly made her way back to his office to retrieve her purse.
She was just about to leave, when a thought came to her. She opened the door to check that nobody was around, and then closed it again and made her way to his desk. Maybe she could find a clue as to why he was behaving so strangely, she thought as she opened first one drawer and then another.