EroticReverie

Cristoff and Hannah

Hannah Harlow

"Just like that you obedient little slut." Cristoff Prescott's voice rumbles as he leans back in his office chair, hands behind his head, grinning down at me as I sit on my knees , in my black pencil skirt, and my navy blouse unbuttoned, my double d breasts, lifted out of my bra and pressing into his thighs as I suck him off slowly. 

Cristoff Prescott is fifty one, with a full head of silver hair, a clean shaven face, and terribly chilling eyes,such a light blue that they appear silver, that have my clit throbbing as he peers down at me, and I know i'm not the first female secretary he's had an affair with. Yes, I was currently screwing my boss. My married boss. My boss with children pretty much my own age. 

I was never this kind of girl. The kind that slept with other womens boyfriends or husbands. I wish I could say I had some kind of excuse. That he'd forced me, or blackmailed me, or something that might justify the fact that I had a married dick in my mouth. 

But I didn't. Cristoff Prescott was not only incredibly handsome, a silver fox. He's smart, he's powerful, and he's exactly how you'd expect a man as filthy rich as him to be. He's entitled, and an asshole. Yet somehow, he's still charming, still unbearably intriguing and irresistable. 

"Suck that raise from my cock like a good girl Hannah." he groans and drops his hands from behind his head then grabs my head and pushes it down further, making me gag. He groans loudly, and my eyes water. 

"Show me what you're worth Miss Harlow" he grunts and pushes my mouth down again, harder, as he thrusts into my throat, and I gag, nearly losing my earlier lunch in his lap. He pulls my hair, lifting my mouth as I gasp and drool all over his cock. My eyes watering as they look up at him as I pant and then drag my tongue along his cock, and brush my wet lips over him, kissing and licking on his hard cock as he watches me with a smirk. 

"I love your initiative Miss Harlow, always so eager to please" he groans as I take him back into my mouth and suck him again. 

His hands gently making my head go up and down as I keep my hands behind my back. Not that I have a choice, cause they're currently cuffed, a special pair of cuffs he keeps in his drawer, just for this, just for me. 

"Earn that paycheck Hannah." he grunts as he lets go of my head and just sits back, watching me, hands on the arm of his chair as I work my mouth up and down on his cock. 

There's a knock on the door, I pause.

"Keep going." he groans. 

"Come in." he calls to the door, and I whimper, my mouth still moving and he groans , looking down at me, smiling as my mouth obeys and keeps sucking. 

"Jesus Cristoff." I hear the sigh of Theodore Kingsley, one of the other owners , who has seen me in this exact state more than a handful of times now. 

I hear the door click and Theodore walk in and take a seat. 

"Something the matter?" Cristoff asks his friend with a soft chuckle as he looks down at me, my eyes still on him, he winks at me. 

"Keep sucking dollface." he says and places a hand on my head, pushing down again, and I choke. 

"Fucking christ" Theodore sighs and then goes on talking like I'm not there, on the other side of the desk on my knees, with my head in his friends lap, and choking on Cristoff's dick like it's my job, because it is. 

I havent done a lick of fucking work since a week after I started here. I take a few phone calls and some messages, but nothing a fucking person with a few brain cells could do. Everyone knows the real secretarys are on the other floor below us. That the ones that sit in the offices up here, outside of the desks of the city's four most filthy rich men, are just for show. We're decoration and well paid executive whores to the four men who run this place, and act like the run the whole world at the same time. Of course that's NOT what the job listing had said, and I'd never had any other job before applying here, I hadnt even expected to get the position. I'd thought I was unqualified for the postition......not knowing I was more than qualified, considering the position was on my knees or bent over Cristoff's desk. 

Theodore Kingsley, 49 has his own "Secretary" Maribel Sanchez. Then there's Lucien Longley 49, and his secretary Krissy Davis 22, then Victor Valdez 50 and his secretary Delia Farris, 23. I'm the youngest of the secretaries at nineteen, and Cristoff is the oldest of the four men at 51. He's older than my dad who is only forty. Yet he looked younger than my dad, and his body made it seem like he was in his prime. At least the other men were divorced, so they could sink their dicks into their pretty secretaries guilt free. Although I was pretty sure Cristoff sunk his into me guilt free, no matter that he had a wife. 

I can feel my pussy soaking my panties, hating how much it turns me on. To be Cristoff's personal whore, to suck his married cock, and to be treated like a sex toy whenever he gets the fucking urge to get his dick wet. I hate how much I love it when he lets the others see me like this. The shame pinks my face, but it also soaks my cunt in the thrill of being nothing more than an object at the feet of one of the most powerful men I've ever met. I never thought I'd be this girl, yet here I was, drool on my chin and my tits, with a married mans cock buried in my throat as he talks with someone else in the room, like I'm not even there. 

 "Fuck" I hear Cristoff groan as I go deep, taking him into my throat, and he hisses and grabs my hair. 

"Oh fuck, get that cock in your sweet little throat Hannah" he groans. "Fuck me with that throat like a good fuckin girl" 

I can hear Theordore sigh and curse and say something, but I'm too focused on pleasing Cristoff. 

"cmon sweet thing...use that cock hungry money maker and earn your pay baby" he says, degrading me further, making me whimper. I'm so fucking turned on, and I can't believe how fucking soaked I am as he grunts, cumming down my throat as Theodore stands and excuses himself, saying something to Cristoff as he climaxes down my throat and I swallow it. 

"Good fuckin girl" he groans as his release is spent and he smiles down at me as my mouth pops off his cock, and I lick my lips, panting and swallowing the last of him. 

"You want to get fucked?" he asks, grabbing my chin and lifting it. I nod. He grins. 

"Of course you do doll face." 

"Get up." he groans, and grabs me under my arm , my hands still cuffed behind my back. He pulls me to my feet, and I near stumble as he grabs me, turns me and before I can fall to the side, I'm falling over the desk, my tits crashing to the keyboard, his hand in my hair, lifts my chest off the desk and demands I move to the side, his expensive shoes, probably worth more than my rent, kicking at the side of my Jimmy Choos that he left on my desk four days ago. 

I side step, and then am pushed back down, my hands still behind my back, my tits pressed to desk as his hands roam over the tight pencil skirt, up my outer thighs, over my ass, and then he draws the zipper down, as I pant desperately. 

"You ready for that rich dick , doll face?" he groans as he yanks my skirt down, and then rips my panties down hard and I hiss as he grabs my hips and pushes his dick against my pussy. 

"Condom" I pant. Reminding him. His rules , not mine. 

"You fucking other men Hannah?" he groans. 

I shake my head. "N-no" I answer.

"Well your cunt is the only one I've been in recently . So that's settled."  he says and then thrusts right into me, I scream out, my thighs pinned to the edge of the desk. He lets out a loud grunt and then slaps his hands over my shoulders, grabbing them, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrusts hard again.

My eyes roll and my mouth drops, my pussy clenching around him as I drip down my fucking legs, his balls slapping my clit with each thrust. 

"i'm....not......no...not on..." I can barely speak as Cristoff rails me like it's the last time he'll ever fuck. He was a perfect size in length, just enough to fill me, with a bit more to force inside. He was thick, but not unbearably so. 

"birth control" I moan the rest of my broken thoughts. We may both be clean, but I wasn't on the pill or anything else.

"ask me if i fucking care when you feel this fucking good Miss Harlow" he groans and slams into me again, and again, and his hips smack off my ass, his balls slapping my cunt with each thrust and body being pushed hard against the desk as he presses down on my shoudler blade and pins me there as he fucks me even harder. I scream louder, my wrists aching from pulling at the cuffs, my feet pushing with toes of my shoes, and slipping off the floor as he goes harder, violently. Shaking the desk, and his groans seeming to shake the fucking floor to ceiling glass windows. The desk is heavy, but his lamp, and computer monitor shake,the papers that were under me, scattered and crinkled. 

He's the one that had said even if I WAS on birth control, that we'd always condoms. Because he didnt need me trying to "wring his wallet for child support". Okay, so maybe he wasnt ALWAYS charming, and more of a dick than anything else. But I just cant bring myself to fucking care, because I like the power he has over me, over my body. Like he has me hypnotized to do his every bidding. 

"your nineteen year old cunt, feels so fucking good Miss Harlow" he groans. 

"god, you're a fantastic little fucking cock sleeve" he grunts and bangs me against desk with his thrusts, harder, harder, my eyes water from the bruises already on my thighs being slammed against the edge of the desk. 

"fuck you feel so good, so good, you feel so fucking good" he groans more to himself than to me. Repeating himself over and over.

"sweet young cunt" 

"so fucking wet"

"im going to fill your little teenage pussy Hannah" 

"fuck, im going to fill this sweet little cunt with it"

"im gonna drain my fucking balls into this cunt Hannah" 

"fuck it's so good....no more condoms....just this wet little cunt,....on my hard fucking cock...fuck, it's so good" 

I'm cumming as he keeps going, saying more to me, that I dont hear, because my eyes are rolling, and the pain, the pleasure, all of it comes together, washing through me at once, leaving me screaming as my orgasm wrecks me, and I feel my cunt pulse and grab his fucking cock, and it takes him mere seconds to follow, his hips thrusting a handful of times, hard, deep thrusts. 

"fuck, you pretty ...little...whore" he pants. "Look what..you made me...do" he breathes hard, groaning, sliding out slowly and he leaves me, laid over the desk, hands behind my back. He slaps my ass hard and then other side as I yelp. 

He walks over to the glass table, with several crystal decanturs, and crystal glasses and tumblers. He pours himself a drink, takes a drink, his pants already partially pulled up, hanging open at the fly. 

He looks at me, as I lift my head, but leave myself laid over the desk, because I'm not even sure I could stand. 

He walks over to the front of the desk, sets down the tumbler with a finger left of the amber liquid. 

He dips two fingers into it, then draws them out, the liquid running down his fingers, dripping, and then he rubs thw two fingers over my mouth, and I open and he pushes his fingers over my tongue, and I suck them. 

He draws them out, repeating it. Smearing more alcohol on my lips and then grabbing my chin, lifting it higher, as he bends down slightly, my tits hanging below me, lifted off the desk as I whimper, legs still trembling.

"You thirtsy doll face?" he smirks and lifts the glass with his other hand. He places it against my lips and then tips the glass, and pours the rest into my mouth. I hate the taste, but I swallow it, wincing, coughing as he chuckles and sets down the glass, then holds my face in both his hands as he crashes his mouth over mine, lifting my face higher, making me stand up, leaning over the desk , my legs still trembling as I lean against the desk, hands still behind my back as his tongue rules my mouth. Licking , and thrashing his tongue all over. The kiss is filthy, and messy, and he pulls back, long enough to spit into my panting mouth and then slaps my cheek. It's light, and not at all hard. He groans, as I gasp and then crashes his mouth to mine again. 

"The second I take those cuffs off, you take those fucking clothes off. Nothing but your stockings and your heels, and you sit on my fucking cock and you ride it Hannah." he groans deeply. I nod , panting, whimpering. He lets go of my face and lay back over the desk, as Cristoff walks around, takes the key from his drawer and starts to undo my cuffs.