He had cleared a path along the edge of his desk, and he now turned me so instead of leaning across the desk, I was laying along the edge. I felt so horribly exposed just lying there, but he wouldn’t let me cover any of myself up, or close my legs. I never even let my doctor see me like this; my mother agreed that no one needed to see me naked, so I hadn’t had a full physical in at least 10 years. Now I was not only naked, but I was being touched in all the wrong places.
He moved up beside me, and I could see his eyes fastened on my boobs. He reached out and tweeked one of my nipples, making me jump and shudder again. Suddenly he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. I shrieked in surprise, tensing all my muscles up, ready to flee. One of his large hands was planted in the middle of my stomach, holding me down. When he felt me relax again, he started to stroke my stomach, getting closer and closer to my hot spot. The feelings were indescribable. His teeth held onto one nipple, brushing over it repeatedly with his tongue. One hand was fondling the other breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple there, and his other hand was slowly creeping along my sex. I felt his fingers playing with my pussy. I wasn’t sure what you called that little thing he had in his fingers, but it made me shudder whenever he squeezed it. I felt his fingers move further back, and I knew he was going to touch me back there. I tried to bat his hand away from there, but I was too wound up to make the effort. “No,” I managed to protest. “Shhh,” he whispered around the breast in his mouth.
I was so scared that he was going to do something back there, but too carried away to do anything about it. I couldn’t believe that anyone would ever want to touch someone else there; it seemed like such a perverted thing to do. No one else had ever mentioned such a thing, why would he want to do that? Was he just trying to scare me? Was he sick? The thought made me tense up all over again. What the hell was I doing here? Then I felt the tip of one of his fingers slide into my asshole. At the same time, his thumb stretched up and flicked that small nub he had been playing with before.
That was the strongest shudder I had felt today. I felt a groan work its way out my throat; I couldn’t have stopped him doing whatever he wanted with my body. I was getting desperate for something to happen; I felt like I had been hanging on the edge of a cliff forever. It was getting harder to breath, I didn’t know how I had the strength to keep doing it. His hand and mouth left my breasts. I missed them so much, I felt myself whimper for them to return. I felt absolutely helpless - I had no control over my voice, never mind my body. This man was doing things I had never heard of, never mind experienced. I forced one of my hands to hold his arm, trying to drag it back to my breast. He smirked down at me.
“Still think you’re such hot stuff, thief?” His fingers moved inside me again. “I’ve seen you in here before, acting like you’re god’s gift to the world. Look where you are now, slut. Writhing under my fingers, begging for the release that I’m holding back.”
I suddenly realized what I must look like to the man standing beside me, his fingers buried inside me. I was laid out on his desk like some dessert, completely naked, whimpering for his fingers to give me some relief from this feeling. I was so humiliated. I would never be able to tell anyone what I had done, although I’m sure they would know. It would be written all over my face. I started to cry again. He continued to talk to me.
“You’re nothing but a whore, ready to give herself to anyone. All I have to do is move my fingers,” he stopped to demonstrate the truth of his words, making me moan in need, “and you’re ready to come for me. I knew as soon as I paddled your ass that you would be begging me for it. Spanking you just turned you on, you liked being spread open across my lap. Now look how wet you are.” He pulled his fingers out of me, letting my moisture drip off them, onto my face. “Oh yes, you look good in pussy juice.” He reached down to gather up more of my moisture, spreading it onto my face. The smell drove me nuts.
“Lick my fingers clean, bitch.” He pushed his fingers into my mouth. I shook my head, using my arms to push him away. There was no way he was putting any of that stuff into my mouth. “Take it, bitch, or I’ll turn you over my knees again.” Still I refused; I was certain that a lot of that moisture was my pee, and I wasn’t putting it in my mouth.
He had become much more demanding in the last few minutes. I was a little scared. So far, he had just been showing me the way into sex, as a sideline to the spanking. I had completely lost any desire for more sex, I just wanted to go home and cry. So much had happened in the last couple of hours that I didn’t think I could take any more. He looked at me in disgust.
“Oh, now the poor baby is gonna cry. God, as long as you thought you were gonna get what you wanted, you’re fine with it, but the instant someone else wants something, you cry like a baby. I guess you’re just too young to be sexual. Forget it, kid; go home to your safe little world. Maybe when you’re old enough, when mommy says it’s okay, we can try this again.” He turned his back on me in a final condemnation.
I grabbed the chance he offered me. I swung my legs down off the desk, found my panties and bra, and started to put them back on. As I dressed, I snuck a couple of looks at him, but he was ignoring me, going back to work as if I had never been there. That really pissed me off.
“I’m not crying! I’m not a baby from a safe world, I know what goes on. I’m old enough to decide for myself whether I want sex or not. I don’t need my mother’s permission.”
“Sure, kid, whatever you say. You’re not an adult in my eyes, you’re still a kid. Well, go home to mommy, and I’m sure she’ll let you know when you’re old enough to really enjoy yourself. There’s tissues over there if you want them, crybaby.”