The first time I saw Anna Isabelle, she was leaning over the reception desk at Birkin & Co., her tight black pencil skirt hugging the curve of her ass like it was painted on. The office was quiet, just the hum of the air conditioning and the faint scent of her perfume—something floral with an edge of musk that made my cock twitch in my slacks. She was new, a transfer from Vienna, and her Austrian accent curled around her words like a promise.
"Herr Birkin," she said, looking up at me with those sharp green eyes, her lips painted a deep red that made me think of sin. "I'm Anna. I'll be handling your schedule from now on."
I leaned against the desk, close enough to catch the warmth of her skin. "Call me Hermes," I said, my voice low. "And I hope you're ready to handle more than just my schedule, Fraulein."
She didn't flinch. Just arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow, her gaze flicking down to my mouth before meeting my eyes again. "I'm very good at my job, Herr Birkin. But I don't mix business with… pleasure."
I smirked. "Yet."
The next few weeks were a slow burn. I'd "accidentally" brush against her in the hallway, my fingers grazing her waist just long enough to feel the heat of her skin through her blouse. She'd shoot me a look—part warning, part something else—but never pull away. Then there were the late nights in the office, the way her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs, the way her breath hitched when I leaned over her desk to "check her work."
One evening, after everyone else had left, I cornered her by the coffee machine. The office was dim, the city lights bleeding through the windows.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Anna," I murmured, my lips close to her ear. "Teasing me like this."
She turned, her back pressing against the counter, her chest rising and falling faster. "I'm not teasing you, Herr Birkin. I'm just doing my job."
I chuckled, my hand sliding up her thigh, my thumb tracing the inside of her knee. "Liar. You want this as much as I do."
Her breath hitched. "We can't. Not here."
"Not here," I agreed, my fingers inching higher, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. "But somewhere. Soon."
She didn't answer. Just bit her lip and let her eyes flutter shut for a second before pushing past me, her hips swaying just a little more than necessary as she walked away.
The next day, I sent her an email.
"Meet me in the executive bathroom on the 20th floor. 7 PM. Don't be late."
I didn't sign it. I didn't need to.
At 6:55, I was already there, leaning against the sink, my cock half-hard just from the thought of her. The door clicked open, and she stepped inside, her heels clicking against the tile. She was wearing a different blouse today—silk, unbuttoned just enough to tease the swell of her breasts.
"You're late," I said, my voice rough.
She locked the door behind her. "I'm exactly on time."
I didn't waste another second. I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, pressing her against the wall. My mouth crashed onto hers, my tongue forcing its way past her lips, tasting her—mint and something sweet, like honey. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in.
"Fuck, you taste good," I growled, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her blouse. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric, begging for attention. I pinched one between my fingers, rolling it, and she gasped, her back arching.
"Hermes—"
"Shh," I whispered against her lips. "No talking. Just feel."
I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. Just smooth, bare skin, her pussy already glistening with arousal.
"Fucking hell, Anna," I groaned, my breath hot against her. "You came prepared."
She didn't answer. Just tangled her fingers in my hair as I leaned in, my tongue dragging up her slit, tasting her—sweet and musky, like sin. She moaned, her hips jerking forward, her thighs trembling.
"Oh Gott, yes—"
I didn't let her finish. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue flicking over her clit, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her whimper. She was so wet, so tight, her walls clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, my tongue never stopping.
"Hermes, I—fuck—I'm going to—"
"Cum for me," I demanded, my voice muffled against her pussy. "Cum on my tongue, you dirty girl."
And she did. Her back arched, her fingers tightening in my hair as she came with a broken cry, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it up, greedy, my cock aching in my pants.
I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on hers. "Now it's my turn."
I didn't give her time to recover. I spun her around, bending her over the sink, her ass in the air, her skirt still hiked up around her waist. I unbuckled my belt, my cock springing free, thick and heavy, the tip already leaking.
"Look at you," I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to make her gasp. "Such a good little slut, bending over for me like this."
She whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink. "Please—"
"Please what?" I teased, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you like the dirty secretary you are."
"Yes," she breathed. "Fuck, yes—"
I didn't make her wait. I slammed into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vice. She cried out, her knuckles white where she gripped the sink.
"Scheiße! You're so big—"
"Take it," I grunted, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, my hips snapping against her ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom, mixed with her moans and my grunts. "Take every fucking inch, you greedy little whore."
She pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts, her ass jiggling with every impact. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder, Herr Birkin—"
I obliged. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The sink creaked under the force, the mirror rattling in its frame.
"Oh Gott, yes—right there—fuck—"
I could feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as I fucked her.
"Cum for me again," I ordered. "Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."
And she did. Her back arched, her pussy clamping down on me as she came with a scream, her juices dripping down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned, my thrusts becoming erratic. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your tight little cunt or on your pretty face?"
"Inside," she panted. "Breed me, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her pussy. She moaned, her walls milking me, taking every last drop.
I stayed like that for a moment, my cock still buried inside her, my breath ragged. Then I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her, running down her thighs.
"Fuck," I muttered, tucking myself back into my pants. "We're not done yet."
I turned her around, pressing her against the wall, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back hungrily, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"Get on your knees," I ordered, breaking the kiss.
She didn't hesitate. She sank to the floor, her green eyes locked on mine as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, still slick with her juices and my cum. She stroked me slowly, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already beading there.
"Such a good girl," I murmured, tangling my fingers in her hair. "Now open that pretty mouth."
She did. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock before she took me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I groaned, my head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck, yes—just like that—"
She took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. I could feel the back of her throat, her gag reflex fighting as I hit it, but she didn't pull away. She just relaxed, her nose pressing against my pubes as she took me all the way down.
"Scheiße, Anna—" I groaned, my hips jerking forward. "You're taking my cock so well—such a good little cocksucker—"
She moaned around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I tightened my grip in her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes.
"Look at you," I panted. "My cum's still dripping out of your cunt, and here you are, sucking my cock like a starving whore."
She whimpered, her eyes watering as she took me deeper, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock. I could feel my orgasm building again, my balls drawing up tight.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned. "And you're gonna swallow every fucking drop, understand?"
She nodded, her lips sealed tight around my shaft as I fucked her mouth, my thrusts becoming erratic. With a groan, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed, her throat working around me, taking every drop.
When I pulled out, she licked her lips, her eyes dark with lust. "More," she whispered. "I want more."
I didn't need to be told twice. I hauled her up, spinning her around and bending her over the sink again. But this time, I didn't fuck her pussy. I spread her ass cheeks, spitting on her tight little hole before pressing the head of my cock against it.
"Hermes—" she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink. "I've never—"
"Shh," I soothed, rubbing my thumb over her clit. "You'll take it. You'll take my cock in your tight little ass like the dirty girl you are."
She whimpered, her body trembling as I pressed forward, the head of my cock breaching her. She was so tight, her muscles clenching around me, resisting.
"Relax," I murmured, my thumb still circling her clit. "Breathe, Anna. Let me in."
She did. Her body relaxed, and I slid in another inch, then another, until I was buried to the hilt, her ass stretched around my cock.
"Fuck," she gasped, her knuckles white. "It's too much—"
"No, it's not," I growled, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. "You were made for this, Anna. Made to take my cock in every hole."
She moaned, her body adjusting, her ass loosening around me. I started to move, slow at first, letting her get used to the feeling. But soon, I was fucking her in earnest, my hips snapping against her ass, my balls slapping against her clit.
"Oh Gott—" she cried, her voice breaking. "It feels—fuck—it feels so good—"
"Told you," I grunted, my fingers digging into her hips. "You love it, don't you? Love having my cock in your tight little ass."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I love it—fuck, don't stop—"
I didn't. I fucked her harder, my cock pistoning in and out of her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the bathroom. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum with my cock in your ass, you dirty little slut."
And she did. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around my cock as she came, her scream echoing off the tiles. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your ass or on your back?"
"In my ass," she panted. "Breed my ass, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her ass. She moaned, her body milking me, taking every last drop.
I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her ass, running down her thighs. She turned around, her back against the wall, her chest heaving.
"Fuck," she breathed. "That was—"
"Just the beginning," I finished, pressing my body against hers, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"We can't keep doing this," she murmured against my lips. "Someone will find out."
I chuckled, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. "Let them. I don't give a fuck."
She groaned, her head falling back against the wall. "You're going to ruin me, Hermes."
I grinned. "Oh, Fraulein Isabelle. I haven't even started yet."
The next morning, I called her into my office. She walked in, her skirt hugging her hips, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease. She sat down across from me, crossing her legs, her eyes locked on mine.
"You wanted to see me, Herr Birkin?"
I leaned back in my chair, my cock already half-hard just from the sight of her. "Lock the door, Anna."
She didn't hesitate. She stood up, her hips swaying as she walked to the door, locking it before turning back to me, her eyes dark with lust.
"On your knees," I ordered.
She sank to the floor, her fingers already working at my belt, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Herr Birkin."
I groaned as she freed my cock, her fingers wrapping around the shaft, stroking me slowly. "Such a good girl," I murmured. "Now open that pretty mouth."
She did. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the tip before she took me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes.
"Fuck, yes—" I groaned. "Just like that—take my cock all the way down your throat—"
She did. Her lips sealed around the base of my shaft, her nose pressing against my pubes as she deep-throated me, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned. "And you're gonna swallow every fucking drop, understand?"
She nodded, her eyes watering as she took me deeper, her throat working around me. With a groan, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed, her throat working around me, taking every drop.
When I pulled out, she licked her lips, her eyes dark with lust. "More," she whispered. "I want more."
I stood up, my cock still hard, and pulled her to her feet. I spun her around, bending her over my desk, her ass in the air, her skirt hiked up around her waist. I didn't waste time. I spread her ass cheeks, spitting on her tight little hole before pressing the head of my cock against it.
"Hermes—" she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "We can't—someone will hear—"
"Let them," I growled, pressing forward, the head of my cock breaching her. She was so tight, her muscles clenching around me, resisting.
"Relax," I murmured, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles. "Breathe, Anna. Let me in."
She did. Her body relaxed, and I slid in another inch, then another, until I was buried to the hilt, her ass stretched around my cock.
"Fuck," she gasped, her knuckles white. "It's too much—"
"No, it's not," I grunted, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. "You were made for this, Anna. Made to take my cock in every hole."
She moaned, her body adjusting, her ass loosening around me. I started to move, slow at first, letting her get used to the feeling. But soon, I was fucking her in earnest, my hips snapping against her ass, my balls slapping against her clit.
"Oh Gott—" she cried, her voice breaking. "It feels—fuck—it feels so good—"
"Told you," I grunted, my fingers digging into her hips. "You love it, don't you? Love having my cock in your tight little ass."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I love it—fuck, don't stop—"
I didn't. I fucked her harder, my cock pistoning in and out of her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the office. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum with my cock in your ass, you dirty little slut."
And she did. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around my cock as she came, her scream muffled against the desk. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your ass or on your back?"
"In my ass," she panted. "Breed my ass, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her ass. She moaned, her body milking me, taking every last drop.
I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her ass, running down her thighs. She turned around, her back against the desk, her chest heaving.
"Fuck," she breathed. "That was—"
"Just the beginning," I finished, pressing my body against hers, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"We can't keep doing this," she murmured against my lips. "Someone will find out."
I chuckled, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. "Let them. I don't give a fuck."
She groaned, her head falling back against the desk. "You're going to ruin me, Hermes."
I grinned. "Oh, Fraulein Isabelle. I haven't even started yet."
Later that night, I found her in the executive bathroom again. She was leaning against the sink, her skirt hiked up, her fingers already working between her legs.
"Couldn't wait for me, could you?" I teased, stepping up behind her, my hands sliding up her thighs.
She moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder. "I needed you—"
I didn't make her wait. I spun her around, lifting her onto the sink, her legs wrapping around my waist. I unbuckled my belt, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking.
"Look at you," I growled, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds. "Such a greedy little slut, already wet for me."
She whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please—fuck me—"
I didn't need to be told twice. I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vice. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Scheiße! You're so big—"
"Take it," I grunted, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, my hips snapping against hers. "Take every fucking inch, you dirty girl."
She met my thrusts, her hips rocking against mine, her ass jiggling with every impact. The sink creaked under the force, the mirror rattling in its frame.
"Oh Gott, yes—right there—fuck—"
I could feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as I fucked her.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."
And she did. Her back arched, her pussy clamping down on me as she came, her juices dripping down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned, my thrusts becoming erratic. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your tight little cunt or on your pretty tits?"
"Inside," she panted. "Breed me, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her pussy. She moaned, her walls milking me, taking every last drop.
I stayed like that for a moment, my cock still buried inside her, my breath ragged. Then I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her, running down her thighs.
"Fuck," I muttered, tucking myself back into my pants. "We're not done yet."
I turned her around, pressing her against the wall, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back hungrily, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"Get on your knees," I ordered.
She didn't hesitate. She sank to the floor, her green eyes locked on mine as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, still slick with her juices and my cum. She stroked me slowly, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already beading there.
"Such a good girl," I murmured, tangling my fingers in her hair. "Now open that pretty mouth."
She did. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock before she took me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I groaned, my head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck, yes—just like that—"
She took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. I could feel the back of her throat, her gag reflex fighting as I hit it, but she didn't pull away. She just relaxed, her nose pressing against my pubes as she took me all the way down.
"Scheiße, Anna—" I groaned, my hips jerking forward. "You're taking my cock so well—such a good little cocksucker—"
She moaned around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I tightened my grip in her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes.
"Look at you," I panted. "My cum's still dripping out of your cunt, and here you are, sucking my cock like a starving whore."
She whimpered, her eyes watering as she took me deeper, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock. I could feel my orgasm building again, my balls drawing up tight.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned. "And you're gonna swallow every fucking drop, understand?"
She nodded, her lips sealed tight around my shaft as I fucked her mouth, my thrusts becoming erratic. With a groan, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed, her throat working around me, taking every drop.
When I pulled out, she licked her lips, her eyes dark with lust. "More," she whispered. "I want more."
I didn't need to be told twice. I hauled her up, spinning her around and bending her over the sink again. But this time, I didn't fuck her pussy. I spread her ass cheeks, spitting on her tight little hole before pressing the head of my cock against it.
"Hermes—" she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink. "I've never—"
"Shh," I soothed, rubbing my thumb over her clit. "You'll take it. You'll take my cock in your tight little ass like the dirty girl you are."
She whimpered, her body trembling as I pressed forward, the head of my cock breaching her. She was so tight, her muscles clenching around me, resisting.
"Relax," I murmured, my thumb still circling her clit. "Breathe, Anna. Let me in."
She did. Her body relaxed, and I slid in another inch, then another, until I was buried to the hilt, her ass stretched around my cock.
"Fuck," she gasped, her knuckles white. "It's too much—"
"No, it's not," I growled, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. "You were made for this, Anna. Made to take my cock in every hole."
She moaned, her body adjusting, her ass loosening around me. I started to move, slow at first, letting her get used to the feeling. But soon, I was fucking her in earnest, my hips snapping against her ass, my balls slapping against her clit.
"Oh Gott—" she cried, her voice breaking. "It feels—fuck—it feels so good—"
"Told you," I grunted, my fingers digging into her hips. "You love it, don't you? Love having my cock in your tight little ass."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I love it—fuck, don't stop—"
I didn't. I fucked her harder, my cock pistoning in and out of her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the bathroom. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum with my cock in your ass, you dirty little slut."
And she did. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around my cock as she came, her scream echoing off the tiles. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your ass or on your back?"
"In my ass," she panted. "Breed my ass, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her ass. She moaned, her body milking me, taking every last drop.
I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her ass, running down her thighs. She turned around, her back against the wall, her chest heaving.
"Fuck," she breathed. "That was—"
"Just the beginning," I finished, pressing my body against hers, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"We can't keep doing this," she murmured against my lips. "Someone will find out."
I chuckled, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. "Let them. I don't give a fuck."
She groaned, her head falling back against the wall. "You're going to ruin me, Hermes."
I grinned. "Oh, Fraulein Isabelle. I haven't even started yet."
The next morning, I called her into my office. She walked in, her skirt hugging her hips, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease. She sat down across from me, crossing her legs, her eyes locked on mine.
"You wanted to see me, Herr Birkin?"
I leaned back in my chair, my cock already half-hard just from the sight of her. "Lock the door, Anna."
She didn't hesitate. She stood up, her hips swaying as she walked to the door, locking it before turning back to me, her eyes dark with lust.
"On your knees," I ordered.
She sank to the floor, her fingers already working at my belt, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Herr Birkin."
I groaned as she freed my cock, her fingers wrapping around the shaft, stroking me slowly. "Such a good girl," I murmured. "Now open that pretty mouth."
She did. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the tip before she took me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes.
"Fuck, yes—" I groaned. "Just like that—take my cock all the way down your throat—"
She did. Her lips sealed around the base of my shaft, her nose pressing against my pubes as she deep-throated me, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned. "And you're gonna swallow every fucking drop, understand?"
She nodded, her eyes watering as she took me deeper, her throat working around me. With a groan, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed, her throat working around me, taking every drop.
When I pulled out, she licked her lips, her eyes dark with lust. "More," she whispered. "I want more."
I stood up, my cock still hard, and pulled her to her feet. I spun her around, bending her over my desk, her ass in the air, her skirt hiked up around her waist. I didn't waste time. I spread her ass cheeks, spitting on her tight little hole before pressing the head of my cock against it.
"Hermes—" she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "We can't—someone will hear—"
"Let them," I growled, pressing forward, the head of my cock breaching her. She was so tight, her muscles clenching around me, resisting.
"Relax," I murmured, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles. "Breathe, Anna. Let me in."
She did. Her body relaxed, and I slid in another inch, then another, until I was buried to the hilt, her ass stretched around my cock.
"Fuck," she gasped, her knuckles white. "It's too much—"
"No, it's not," I grunted, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. "You were made for this, Anna. Made to take my cock in every hole."
She moaned, her body adjusting, her ass loosening around me. I started to move, slow at first, letting her get used to the feeling. But soon, I was fucking her in earnest, my hips snapping against her ass, my balls slapping against her clit.
"Oh Gott—" she cried, her voice breaking. "It feels—fuck—it feels so good—"
"Told you," I grunted, my fingers digging into her hips. "You love it, don't you? Love having my cock in your tight little ass."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I love it—fuck, don't stop—"
I didn't. I fucked her harder, my cock pistoning in and out of her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the office. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum with my cock in your ass, you dirty little slut."
And she did. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around my cock as she came, her scream muffled against the desk. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your ass or on your back?"
"In my ass," she panted. "Breed my ass, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her ass. She moaned, her body milking me, taking every last drop.
I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her ass, running down her thighs. She turned around, her back against the desk, her chest heaving.
"Fuck," she breathed. "That was—"
"Just the beginning," I finished, pressing my body against hers, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"We can't keep doing this," she murmured against my lips. "Someone will find out."
I chuckled, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. "Let them. I don't give a fuck."
She groaned, her head falling back against the desk. "You're going to ruin me, Hermes."
I grinned. "Oh, Fraulein Isabelle. I haven't even started yet."
Later that night, I found her in the executive bathroom again. She was leaning against the sink, her skirt hiked up, her fingers already working between her legs.
"Couldn't wait for me, could you?" I teased, stepping up behind her, my hands sliding up her thighs.
She moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder. "I needed you—"
I didn't make her wait. I spun her around, lifting her onto the sink, her legs wrapping around my waist. I unbuckled my belt, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking.
"Look at you," I growled, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds. "Such a greedy little slut, already wet for me."
She whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please—fuck me—"
I didn't need to be told twice. I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vice. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Scheiße! You're so big—"
"Take it," I grunted, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, my hips snapping against hers. "Take every fucking inch, you dirty girl."
She met my thrusts, her hips rocking against mine, her ass jiggling with every impact. The sink creaked under the force, the mirror rattling in its frame.
"Oh Gott, yes—right there—fuck—"
I could feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as I fucked her.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."
And she did. Her back arched, her pussy clamping down on me as she came, her juices dripping down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned, my thrusts becoming erratic. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your tight little cunt or on your pretty tits?"
"Inside," she panted. "Breed me, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her pussy. She moaned, her walls milking me, taking every last drop.
I stayed like that for a moment, my cock still buried inside her, my breath ragged. Then I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her, running down her thighs.
"Fuck," I muttered, tucking myself back into my pants. "We're not done yet."
I turned her around, pressing her against the wall, my mouth crashing onto hers. She kissed me back hungrily, her tongue tangling with mine, tasting herself on my lips.
"Get on your knees," I ordered.
She didn't hesitate. She sank to the floor, her green eyes locked on mine as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, still slick with her juices and my cum. She stroked me slowly, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already beading there.
"Such a good girl," I murmured, tangling my fingers in her hair. "Now open that pretty mouth."
She did. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock before she took me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I groaned, my head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck, yes—just like that—"
She took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. I could feel the back of her throat, her gag reflex fighting as I hit it, but she didn't pull away. She just relaxed, her nose pressing against my pubes as she took me all the way down.
"Scheiße, Anna—" I groaned, my hips jerking forward. "You're taking my cock so well—such a good little cocksucker—"
She moaned around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I tightened my grip in her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes.
"Look at you," I panted. "My cum's still dripping out of your cunt, and here you are, sucking my cock like a starving whore."
She whimpered, her eyes watering as she took me deeper, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock. I could feel my orgasm building again, my balls drawing up tight.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned. "And you're gonna swallow every fucking drop, understand?"
She nodded, her lips sealed tight around my shaft as I fucked her mouth, my thrusts becoming erratic. With a groan, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed, her throat working around me, taking every drop.
When I pulled out, she licked her lips, her eyes dark with lust. "More," she whispered. "I want more."
I hauled her up, spinning her around and bending her over the sink again. But this time, I didn't fuck her pussy or her ass. I spread her legs, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as I pressed my mouth against her pussy, my tongue dragging up her slit.
"Oh Gott—" she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink. "Hermes—"
"Shh," I murmured against her pussy. "Just feel."
I licked her, my tongue flicking over her clit, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her whimper. She was so wet, so tight, her walls clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, my tongue never stopping.
"Hermes, I—fuck—I'm going to—"
"Cum for me," I ordered, my voice muffled against her pussy. "Cum on my tongue, you dirty girl."
And she did. Her back arched, her fingers tightening in my hair as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it up, greedy, my cock aching in my pants.
I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on hers. "Now it's your turn."
I sat down on the closed toilet lid, my cock standing at attention, already leaking. "Ride me," I ordered.
She didn't hesitate. She straddled me, her hands on my shoulders as she sank down onto my cock, her tight cunt swallowing me inch by inch. We both groaned, her head falling back as she took me all the way in.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. "Ride me, Anna. Fuck yourself on my cock."
She did. She started to move, her hips rolling, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, her tits bouncing with every movement. I leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
"Scheiße! Yes—" she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Suck my tits—fuck, don't stop—"
I didn't. I switched to her other nipple, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, helping her ride me, my cock hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust.
"Oh Gott—right there—fuck—right there—"
I could feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as she rode me.
"Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum on my cock, you dirty girl."
And she did. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me as she came, her juices dripping down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her, my own orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" I groaned, my thrusts becoming erratic. "Where do you want it, Anna? In your tight little cunt or on your pretty tits?"
"Inside," she panted. "Breed me, Herr Birkin—fill me up—"
That was all I needed. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, my cum flooding her pussy. She moaned, her walls milking me, taking every last drop.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breath ragged. Then she pulled back, her eyes locked on mine, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Same time tomorrow, Herr Birkin?"
I grinned. "You bet your tight little ass, Anna Isabelle."