My girlfriend complained about him constantly. How he kept all of the difficult work out of her hands because she was ‘just a girl’.
Emily has always been competitive and driven. It’s part of her personality and part of what I fell in love with. But since she started working on this particular project at school something has changed.
I think it’s Seth, the guy in charge. I think he’s asking too much of her. I think he’s putting her down and keeping her from succeeding.
I couldn’t be more wrong.
Hiding in his office I saw the truth. I saw what they were like behind closed doors and I saw what she was really doing with him.
I couldn’t help but watch.
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By the time she turned back his cock was out and in his fist. He was already somewhat hard, and even only somewhat hard I recognized that he was bigger than I was. I watched with rapt attention as he grinned wickedly and addressed Emily.
“Are you ready for your task?”
“Fuck you,” came her response, but there was a note of amusement in her voice and a complete lack of hesitation in her answers. She walked forward and fell to her knees, her hands on his cock as she bent forward to take him in.
Emily had never given me a blowjob, not once. But here with this motherfucker in his office she was willingly on her knees pleasuring him. She didn’t hesitate to take him into her mouth, to wrap her lips around him and run her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock.
Seth moaned and grabbed her head, pulling it forward on him and burying his cock deep in her throat. She made the noises of gagging and he didn’t let up, his hips bucking forward to push that last little inch of his cock down her throat as he grunted with pleasure.
And when he released her she fell back gasping but she didn’t stop. Her hands continued to run up and down his shaft and the moment she got her breath back she had him back in her mouth. She gave her everything to him, pleasuring him as best she could as she moaned and performed for him.
By the time he had her up in his arms and bent over his desk I knew that it wasn’t her playing at anything. As he flipped up her skirt and tugged down her panties she was panting with need, his hand slipping between her thighs enough to make her moan and tremble with excitement.
I’d never seen her so subservient. So committed to the pleasure of someone else. Seth was in charge and she was loving it, she was begging and gasping for it.
As he slammed into her one hand clamped around her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. He kept it there as he pounded her from behind, keeping her from alerting anyone in the office that she was in her getting fucked.
“Oh god,” she whispered through clenched teeth, “Please don’t stop fucking me.”
Seth grinned and played into the words she had spoken, “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes sir,” she confessed, “I love it.”