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I continue fingering myself until my ass has been stretched well, a full three fingers filling me up, and it still isn't enough to satisfy me. Setting the suction dildo on my seat, I search for the tip until I can feel it pressed against my hole. My feet grow cold for only a few seconds as I test out the familiar feel, rubbing myself against the tip shyly until finally dipping my hips lower and letting myself fall until I hit the base.

This reminds me of throwing myself into a cold pool during summer or stepping into a freezing shower, taking every inch without holding back to get myself used to the feeling.

Drunk on ecstasy, I nearly fall over as I reach in between my legs once again with one hand, holding the base of the dildo against the chair. The ache from how much I’ve been fucking myself all day will be a good reminder of how much of a whore I am.

I throw my head back once again and bounce up and down on the dildo, letting out pitiful whines. There are next to no thoughts in my head as my pussy drips onto the seat. I must look like an absolute sight. And the door isn't even locked, so anyone from the firm could stroll right into my office and see me like-

That’s the final nail in the coffin for me. I lean forward as I force myself not to cum, hips twitching violently as the aftershocks turn me into a doubled-over and whimpering mess.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fucking fuckkk.”

That's the third or fourth time I've stopped myself from cumming. I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take.

Then the office phone rings, and I clear my throat before answering.

“H-hello, sir?” I say, because only one person calls me in this building.

“Lila,” says my boss, and step-dad, Kent, all warm and kind. You wouldn't know he's the one who gave me this dreadful punishment. “I'm going to need you to get the champagne. The meeting went very well.”

I perk up at the sound of that. “Of course sir! I'll be there in a moment!”

“I'm sure you will.” He ends the call.

It only takes a handful of seconds for me to stand up, shivering at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and put the dildo in my desk drawer. My wetness rolls down my legs but I pay it no mind. The next thing on the list is obviously the champagne, so I open the mini freezer by my desk and pull out the ice bucket. I choose a champagne bottle at random, putting it inside the ice, then put two champagne flutes on a tray.

I fix my outfit and brush my hair a bit so I don't look entirely debauched already, then I'm out of my door and knocking on the door of the office directly opposite mine with my shoe.

“Come in, Lila,” Kent's voice comes through.

I push the door open and step inside, moving the champagne bucket to hang on the inside of my elbow so I can use my now free hand to type in the code that locks the doors. When that's done, I make my way to the large mahogany desk and put down both the ice bucket and the glasses.

“Lovely of you to join us,” Kent tells me. “This is Bryant, my 10 o'clock today.”

Bryant looks slightly younger than Kent. Maybe mid thirties. His hair doesn't seem to be graying at all, but then, he could be dyeing it back to black.

I make sure to bend right in front of Bryant as I pop the champagne and pour it into the glasses, showing off my already prepped hole in my impossibly short mini skirt.

“Lila, huh?” Bryant says as he takes his champagne from me, and both men clink glasses. “You seem very… useful.”

“Oh she is. Around here, she’s what we refer to as the closer,” Kent tells him. He turns to me and adds, “Why don't you show him?”

That's my cue. I kneel down in front of Bryant, eyes locking with his as I begin to unbuckle his belt. Clearly he and Kent have talked about this because he doesn't seem even remotely surprised, just mildly interested.

Bummer. The confused and outraged ones are the most fun to play with.

When I pull his cock out of his briefs, it's already half hard, and quite big. About the same size as the dildo I've been using all morning, I'd say. Smaller than Kent, though.

I started working for my step-dad a few months ago and realized pretty quickly how attracted I was to him. I'd moved out by the time he'd married my mother three years back and we only spoke during the holidays when I visited. This close proximity had opened my eyes to how much I wanted him; taboo or not. Rumors had been floating around about us, but I didn't care. As long as my mother didn't find out, that is.

I come back to reality, watching my hand bob up and down the thick shaft. Without thinking too hard about it, I suck the tip first, making sure to drool all over his cock. Then, without warning, I take it all in my mouth, gagging only slightly when it hits the back of my throat.

My nails dig at his thighs when his tip touches my soft palate, trying not to gag around it, breathing through my nose. I desperately need air, but his groans and whimpers encourage me to keep going a bit longer.

“Fuck!” Bryant's free hand flies to my hair. “She’s good with her mouth huh?”

“Very good,” my step-dad praises.

The praise warms my cheeks, and I hollow them to suck even harder.

I keep one hand fisted tight around his base, making little up-and-down motions each time my mouth lifts away.

The other moves to cup his sac gently ever so often opting for an intense squeeze that most likely has Bryant's toes curling before I soothe the sensitive skin with soft circular rubs.

All the while, my tongue licks and caresses every damn inch of his cock. I leave nothing untouched, naturally. This is one thing I'm genuinely good at and I've had a lot of practice in.

His hips snap up and I gag when he prods the back of my throat some more. My saliva pools around his groin and coats my hand, still pumping a steady rhythm in time with my bobbing. He gives an experimental tug on my hair, and he lets out a long moan when I whine around his cock

Bryant continues thrusting shallowly into my mouth, until Kent says something else.

“Why don't you let her show you her other hole? She's been preparing all this time.”

“All this time?” Bryant echoes, clearly confused. I barely hear him, already pulling off his dick and standing up.

Okay, maybe the earlier punishment wasn't exactly punishment. It was actually prep time. But I hate prep time. I just want to get fucked. I like a little bit of pain. Kent doesn't really like it when I'm in pain, though. Or rather, he doesn't like to be responsible for it. He's just fine with watching.

I turn to straddle his thighs, using his knees to leverage myself as I lower myself towards his lap. His right hand comes to my back to steady me as his left grips firmly at his cock and guides it into me, my slick walls parting around his length until he’s filling me. I squeeze around him, my ass twitching at the width of him opening me up.

Once I'm fully seated, I have to take a moment for myself to adjust to Bryant inside me, breathing through my nose so I don't come from how full I feel. I can feel the cool metal of the zipper against the heated flesh of my ass. It really shouldn’t be that big of a turn on.