I couldn’t believe how quickly my life had changed since landing that job at the firm. Fresh out of college, wide-eyed and still clutching my diploma like a security blanket, I had no idea the kind of power games that played out behind the polished mahogany doors. I was the new girl—naive, shy, the kind who blushed when someone mentioned a *dirty* joke. My size 5 jeans hugged a little ass I’d always thought was too small, and my size B tits barely filled out my blouses. But Paco—oh, Paco—had seen something else beneath my careful, modest exterior. Something he *wanted*.
Paco was twice my age, a senior executive with a reputation for charm and a wife tucked away somewhere. He’d taken me under his wing, showering me with gifts—lingerie, dinners, little trinkets that felt like bribes. At first, I thought he was just being paternal, the kindly older mentor. But then the lingerie became more personal. More *revealing*. And I found myself modeling every new set for him in the privacy of his office after hours, the click of the lock echoing like a countdown to something I both feared and craved.
Tonight was different. Tonight, we weren’t at some sterile motel with its flickering neon sign and the hum of the ice machine down the hall. Tonight, Paco had brought me to his place—a penthouse downtown with floor-to-ceiling windows that made the city lights feel like they were right there in the room with us. The air smelled like expensive cologne and something darker, something *hungry*.
I stood in the middle of his living room, still dressed in the silk robe he’d given me, the one that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard, pressing against the thin fabric, betraying how turned on I was. Paco watched me from the couch, his dark eyes heavy-lidded, his fingers tracing the rim of a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving mine.
"You look good enough to eat," he murmured, setting the glass down with a *clink*. "But I know something that tastes even better."
I bit my lip, my stomach fluttering. I’d already learned to love his mouth on me—his tongue in my pussy, his fingers stretching my ass, the way he’d make me beg before he even touched his own dick. But tonight, he wanted *more*.
I let the robe slip from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Naked. Exposed. His eyes raked over me, lingering on my tits, my pussy, the way my thighs pressed together like I could hide from him.
"Fuck," he groaned, standing up. His belt was already undone, his slacks tented with an erection that made my mouth water. He strode toward me, and I dropped to my knees without being told, my hands going to his zipper. The sound of it sliding down was obscene in the quiet room.
His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I didn’t hesitate. I took him deep, my lips stretching around his girth, my tongue swirling around the underside. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, but I wasn’t done. I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my mouth still full of him.
"Never imagined I’d develop a taste for this," I admitted around his dick, my words muffled but clear. "Your balls in my mouth… suck your cock… swallow your sperm… rim you." I took him deeper, my throat working around him, my gag reflex long gone from practice. His hips jerked forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat.
Paco’s balls were heavy in my hand, and I rolled them in my palm before taking them into my mouth, one at a time. Sucking. Rolling my tongue over them. He tasted musky, salty, *his*. I moaned around them, the vibration making him groan.
"Goddamn, Isis," he hissed, pulling his cock from my mouth with a wet *pop*. "You’re a fucking dream." His fingers dug into my hair as he guided me back to his dick, but I had other plans.
I pushed him back onto the couch, straddling his face as I lowered my pussy onto his mouth. His tongue was already there, hot and wet, lapping at my folds before he speared it inside me. I gasped, my hands braced on the back of the couch as he fucked me with his tongue, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider.
"Fuck, Paco—right there—don’t stop—" I moaned, grinding against his face. My orgasm built fast, my thighs trembling as I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for something thicker. Something *harder*.
He flipped me onto my stomach before I could catch my breath, his cock pressing against my entrance. I moaned into the cushions as he pushed inside me, stretching me open, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. His fingers found my ass, teasing the rim before pressing inside.
"Oh *fuck*," I whimpered. "Yes—just like that—"
He fucked me hard, his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy while his fingers worked my ass, stretching me open. I came again, my body trembling, my fingers clawing at the couch. But he wasn’t done.
"Bend over," he growled, pulling out of me. I flipped onto my back, my legs spread wide as he lined up his cock with my ass. The first push was always the hardest—the burn, the stretch—but I loved it. I *craved* it.
"Fuck me, Paco," I begged, my hands gripping my thighs to hold them open. "Fuck my ass like you own it."
He groaned, slamming into me with a wet *slap* of skin. His cock