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returned his grip to my
hip bones so he could hold me still for his pleasure.
    I was at his mercy, and he showed me none. He pounded his
hard cock into me with all the focus and determination he was capable of. The
plump head felt like polished stone as it raked back and forth, causing my
pussy to constrict around the shaft in mind-numbing waves of pleasure. I could
feel the desk rocking beneath me and heard a pencil cup take a fall somewhere
above my head.
    He was as unpredictable as he was skilled. Hard, staccato bursts
of humping were followed by long, deep strokes that had my sheath clutching and
dragging at his cock. I never knew which I’d get next. My pussy kept clenching
like I was already coming, but I could tell this was only the beginning. The
tension was still coiling. I hadn’t reached the greatest height yet.
    He began to take me harder and faster, the slacks he hadn’t
bothered to remove chafing the insides of my thighs. Just when I thought I
couldn’t take any more, something hard and smooth licked my distended clit. I
thought at first it was his finger, but it was far too cool for that. He
pressed the bulbous cap of a metal fountain pen against the erect bud.
    The clash of cool metal and hot cock against my most
sensitive nerves managed the impossible. It sent me spiraling up to a higher
tier of sensation. Though I was still blindfolded, I could feel Charles staring
down at where he was taking me. I could picture the gloss of my juices shining
on his dusky shaft beneath the overhead lights.
    That image was the last one in my head as my orgasm broke
free. My lips peeled back for a silent scream, and I arched like I was having a
seizure. Ecstasy pounded through me with each contraction of my pussy around
his solid length. He held his cock high inside me until the last pulse faded.
    Breathless and wrung out, I flopped uselessly on the desk
when he pulled out. I didn’t even bother wiping the tears from my eyes when he
undid my blindfold so I could see. In an impressive show of strength, he
plucked me up and set me on my feet. He then turned me around so he could strip
off the sticky note stuck to my derriere. I would have laughed if I’d had the
energy.
    Awareness returned in a rush when I felt his hard,
cream-covered cock against my backside. I should have known he wouldn’t finish
the first time. Charles was all about power and mastery. He didn’t come until
he wanted to, and he controlled my orgasms just as ruthlessly. It was a point
of pride with him.
    “Now hold on to the desk,” he ordered, already bending me
over.
    I found myself facing the window.
    “I can’t.” My voice quavered as he lined up his cock.
“Charles, I can’t take it.”
    He started to press in. “Yes, you can. You’ll take what I
give you.”
    With a quick thrust, he seated himself, hitting my G-spot
along the way. I wailed under my breath, unable to bear the overstimulation. My
nerve endings were already raw, and the scrape of his cock over them made them
scream. In this position, his cock felt a foot long, filling me to capacity and
beyond. I was suspended in a realm where ecstasy and agony were
indistinguishable.
    “I can’t,” I squealed as he started to thrust. “Not again.”
    “Again.” He was insistent as he began to pound into me. His
balls spanked me on every in-stroke. “Just a quickie, baby. Then you can go.”
    The arrogance of this statement had me flushing, but I
couldn’t distinguish anger from arousal. His hips made a slapping noise as he
took me, and the whole office reeked of sex. If anyone did look in the window,
I was framed for view, completely naked and about to come undone.
    It should have been impossible to climax again so soon. This
second climb up the mountain was definitely more arduous, but I could feel
myself ascending twice as quickly. He didn’t even touch my clit this time,
relying solely on the head of his cock battering that special bundle of nerves
deep inside.
    “Please.” My