1 comments/ 60010 views/ 45 favorites Office Teen Ch. 01 By: MrPetersPenname Piece of ass isn't just the best way to the describe her, it's really the only way. Especially for my purposes. At 18-years old she had completed her freshman year of college and had been assigned to my department as part of an internship program we participated in to help build our local image. Even though she'd be turning 19 in a few weeks I liked to remind myself that she was the minimum age allowed to be on her knees in front of me, looking up with those gorgeous green eyes, done-up lashes, and a little bit of sparkling eye shadow for extra appeal... with almost my entire cock buried down her throat. She came back up for a minute, off the thick eight inches before her, and a trail of her saliva connected the tip of my head to her bottom lip. She was wearing that shiny pink lip gloss that I'm sure to girls her age was "cute" but for men my age made her a target to fuck in the mouth. She took a beat too long to get back to work so I wrapped my hand in her light brown hair and pulled her little head forward on to me. She moaned a little and I'm pretty confident it was a mixture of exasperation (the boys her age would've cum by now) and a pleasant feeling of submission to an older man. After she had taken two bobs up-and-down I let my hand relax just a bit and she looked back up at me and winked as she took the whole length down her throat and held it there obediently. My favorite part of the picture before me was not what you might think. She had a great teenage body. She was 5'4" and I think she was 95 pounds dripping wet, definitely petite. Her thighs looked like she had been a runner in high school, toned and perfect. Cute feet too, not something I usually notice but she was in heels most days and something about the four inch pumps seemed to accentuate her feet in a pretty sexy way. Like the shoes overtook her size and really stood out, she was always wearing something just a bit too sexy for our office environment. Her ass was incredible. She had this great curve and shape but it was clearly fucking tight and spank-able. I could tell, with the size of her waist and firm back, that if I bent her over my desk I could hold her down with one hand just above her butt and keep her there for a hard fuck. Her ass was just a little on the tiny side in terms of dimensions but it was this perfect fucking target when she walked around, she almost always had some nice form-fitting pants to show it off. I'm sure if she was in sweat pants or whatever it'd be lost to the world. Her stomach was ridiculous not much else to say. Flat, toned, but not weird muscle shit like some girls in as good a shape as her. I could tell under her shirts and blouses she had a pierced navel and kept one of those dangles in it. I always thought those looked best when the chick was on all fours getting pounded and the thing just sort of hung under her and moved back and forth like a little thrust meter or something. I'm sure they didn't see it that way but I appreciate the little things. Her breasts were just a bit bigger than her frame, also fucking perfect. I'd place an average girl with her frame in the A's or B's and I think she was in the C category for sure, not too far in mind you. Nice handfuls and given her age a bra was pretty much just for show, they clearly stood on their own accord. Cute face. A few freckles below her eyes but she was pretty well tanned all over. Natural glow, not that fake crap or obsessed with tanning clearly. But as I said none of that was my favorite part this second. My favorite part was her lips. Just walking around I'm sure they're nice but they looked best right now. You don't think about it but a girl her size has a proportional mouth, a little on the petite side, and right now her soft teen lips were stretched around my thick cock and I could tell a little chapstick might be in her future to recover from this blowjob. With that I sat up from the edge of my desk and put both hands around her head and firmly held her still. She seemed a little taken aback since the previous 10 or 15 minutes had largely been her show, but like a good fucking intern she kept her eyes up at me, a few streaks of the mascara on the edges, as I started thrusting forward and using her mouth to my own content. Now getting a deepthroat, sloppy blowjob is absolutely a great experience; but taking a girls head in your hands and fucking her mouth because it's yours and you can is, in my opinion, pretty much the best feeling on Earth. She took it like a champ. A few of those weird gags where the air comes up in her cheeks and you get a little saliva all over the place but she knew her place in this situation and wrapped her wrists together behind her back and took the dick like a good little piece of ass. I savored the last few moments of the scene. It was casual Friday and she'd opted for some skin tight lowriders, sexy and dark like she'd be clubbing later tonight. For whatever reason I liked the thick brown belt she had on with them, made her hips look even more slender and fuckable than usual. She tucked in this tight t-shirt shirt made of some stretchy fabric so it clung to her and showed off her taught core and just how big her tits were on her torso. Thing didn't have much in the way of cleavage showing but every guy in the office filled in the blanks I'm sure. She had picked what I would think were the least professional, most "fuck me" shoes since starting here: these purple velvet, five inch, heels with some clearly manicured toes peaking out. The way she walked in those things...fuck...in the caveman days we would've gathered in the break room and pinned her down for a few hours. I was 45 and in good shape for my age, not one of those pricks in great shape but I'm sure she wasn't revolted by me. Nor would she have ever sucked my dick if I wasn't in charge of her for one thing and in control of her grade for another. The big reason though for today's encounter was that she needed to use me for a recommendation for a full-time gig in another department, luckily I knew I would soon be promoted to lead that department and she'd be back in my sights. She'd come in to talk about it and you know the drill, "I'll do anything, Mr. Peters." I'm a pretty confident guy and she'd made a few overtures at me before today so I pretty much just said, "Well come over here and get down on your knees, Claire. Not much else to talk about. And the quality of recommendation is going to depend on the quality of your work." I thought about having her strip for the event but then I probably would've had to fuck that tight pussy so I held it together and bided my time. After a few more deep thrusts I held her down on my cock and let the storm build up in my sack. I think most guys would've cum down her throat at that point and that's got its merit don't get me wrong, but I pulled her back up and held her with just the tip in her cute little mouth and unloaded maybe a week's worth of hot fucking seed in to that soft teen face, I held her head in place the whole time so she had to take it. Girls her generation... I'm not too worried about a lot of resistance at this point but I like to let them know who's in charge. She even moaned a few times as I filled her up with cum and she also squirmed a little bit in the jaw region, like she was having trouble keeping it all in her mouth. "Let me see it sweetie." I said and she tilted her back and opened her mouth, she even looked away a little embarrassed I'm sure. She had a nice pool of sticky reward on her tongue. Looked like you could scuba dive in it. "Alright swallow it like a good girl." She closed her eyes and drank it all down and when she opened her eyes back up, looking at me she just cutely said, "All gone, sir." It's the 'sir' that makes it art. She knows she's a fun fuck, mouth or otherwise. "How'd I do?" "Great, just one more thing. Stand up." She stood up again and I roughly bent her over my desk and took a look at that tight ass in those jeans. I ran my hand up her thigh a second and then cupped her little cheeks pretty much in one hand. She giggled a little so I gave her a harder spank than I thought I would when I started. She gave off a little yelp and then turned back to me, with her hands still on my desk, and said, "Am I being punished, sir?" I smiled a bit, "Maybe later. Get back to work -- I'll make sure your application is well-received." I gave her another firm slap and then brushed her aside, "Clean up before they see you, Claire. You look like somebody just fucked your throat." Office Teen Ch. 02 My next encounter with Claire was about a month later. She had turned 19 since then and I had recommended her for a full-time job as a coordinator in a different department with our company. I'm told she had backed down on her college course load to work with us full-time. To the wise elders it looked as if she might go husband hunting instead of getting a liberal arts degree right after a recession. Not the worst idea I've ever heard. Anyway I was promoted to a V.P. spot that I rightfully deserved, not a lot of fuss just moving to a bigger office and mostly a new team. I also would specifically be in charge of Claire's group as my main responsibility. She seemed a little surprised to see me before the news was in wide circulation. I'd seen her a few times after she swallowed my load in exchange for a W-2. Mostly just a polite wave. One time she was wearing a very sexy white silk miniskirt and some of those cork wedge heels girls wear in summer; she was bent over a cabinet and she came back up and saw me checking her out. She blushed a little, with an air of flirty response too. Call me old fashioned but once you've tasted my cum I don't get too bashful about admiring your physique. Nobody was around so I just gave her a boyish thumbs up and went on my way. The next time was at a morale building happy hour session on a Monday. The whole office went to a local tavern and had a few drinks. I don't think anybody put together that Claire was under 21 and when the average age of the group is 50 the waitress didn't seem to even consider the existence of a minor. Claire had a few Long Islands, clearly strong enough but not shots of tequila exactly. The hours dwindled on and most everybody else left. She was wearing some very tight black slacks, simple black heels, and a gray blouse tucked in to her pants. It was summer so she was sleeveless and you could tell she had a lacy white bra just peaking out from under the blouse material. [For an overview of her gorgeous teen body see Chapter 1] I got up to leave and walked out to my car, a black range rover. By the time I had pulled in to reverse I saw her stumbling a bit to her own shitty compact car. Cute car for a 19-year old I suppose but I doubt if my knees would've fit in it. I realized she probably was about to drive a shade too tipsy for the law and rolled down my window. "Why don't you let me drive you home. You look just a little inebriated for the road." She looked up to register who was talking to her, gave a coy smile and said, "Not a bad idea. Plus you're the boss." She climbed in to the spacious interior of the SUV and buckled in. She leaned over on the arm rest with a flirting look in her eyes. "As long as you don't try and take advantage of me, sir." I laughed a little. Sure: fucking what would be a vice-grip, wet teen pussy is a great way to end the day but I really just thought not murdering a pedestrian was in everybody's interests in this scenario and wanted to get her home safely. We didn't talk much, just the typical stuff about how she was liking the new assignment and what her college plan was now. She also only lived a few minutes away so when I parked in her apartment building, a few blocks from the college campus, I thought it had been a job well done and short commitment. She could easily walk to work and back to her car tomorrow. I was surprised when she took the initiative to step things up. As soon as I put the car in park she leaned over the arm rest and placed a hand on my chest, "My roommate isn't home if you want to come up for a while." I decided to play it off a minute, "Hey I just wanted to get you home safe. No need to thank me." I made sure to add a little rejection in the tone because, as I learned when I was her age, for whatever reason chicks go wild to prove themselves to you if you suggest you don't want them. Mix that with the Long Island Iced Tea cocktail and I was pretty sure I could've had this bitch ball-gagged in my basement getting paddled or cleaning up my house in a sexy maid outfit, with a butt plug just for good measure. "Just keeping me safe huh?" Claire said, "I guess men your age are more protective. Like daddy's I suppose..." As she spoke she let her hand trail down to my crotch and she started gently rubbing my cock. "I kept thinking about you after...you know..." "When did you think about me, babe?" I asked. My blood started pooling in my dick and she knew she was having an effect on me, but I remained in control here and wherever else we would go. She giggled at the question and leaned in closer to whisper in my ear, "That night, in bed. I'd gone out to the club and danced with a few boys but I knew they wouldn't satisfy me when I wanted an older guy." She unzipped my pants and let her hand find my shaft for an impromptu massage. "So when I got home I crawled in to bed and played with myself thinking about what you might do to me." "Just one time you thought about me?" I asked, apparently disappointed but enjoying the story. "Noooo," she said as she pulled my hard cock out and started giving me a genuine handjob, "After you were staring at me in my skirt the other week I went in to the bathroom and had to get myself off. I kept my panties off the rest of the day hoping you'd fuck me somehow." "You're a bit of a slut huh?" I asked. She licked her lips and started kissing my neck. "Not really, just you I guess," Claire said, "I like that you're my boss and older -- it's fucking hot. You don't seem to mind that a teenager has her hand wrapped around you at all either." "I don't at all," I said, "But here's what's going to happen..." She looked up as I took charge of the situation, "You're going to do exactly what I say from now on is that clear?" She gave a devilish grin but then buried it with a submissive nod. "Yes, sir." "What apartment are you?" "302." "Go upstairs and take off your clothes. I want you just in your panties and heels. When I come in you better be bent over something and ready for me." The look in her eyes was like I had unlocked her potential. She practically jogged up to her apartment. I gave her ten minutes and then I followed suit. When I opened the door the site before me was perfect. She was bent over at the waist on to the back of a sofa with her hands on the furniture and her legs spread wide behind her. She had put her hair in to pigtails and clearly had changed in to some lacy, white, cheeky bottomed panties -- a touch of innocence with the lace adding a provocative edge -- and some dressy white heels. Her legs looked even better out in the open. Tanned, firm and it was clear her ass was better than I imagined. She had turned to look at me walk in and I didn't say a word. I walked right up to her and grabbed her neck in one hand and let the other roam down her back to her tight little ass. "Do you like what you see, sir?" I gave her little tush a firm swat. She yelped and I tightened my grip around her throat. I reached under her and started rubbing her little cunt in one hand. "Are you shaved?" I asked. She nodded and replied, "Waxed actually." I reached under the lace of her panties and immediately felt her dripping wet pussy lips. She was clearly very smooth...perfectly groomed. I got down on one knee behind her and kneaded her cheeks for a minute before putting one finger in her sweet hole. The tightness was unreal, thank god she was wet or I'd need to cut her open to fuck her I bet. I pulled her panties down to her knees and she drew her legs together so that they fell around her ankles. I guided my hands up her youthful body and then turned her around to see the front view. Her pussy was perfect. The kind of perfect that comes from being a teen in good shape with flawless skin. Her hips were slender, I held on to them and my hands could hold her front and back easily. The only part of her I'd yet to really see was her naked breasts. They were bouncing and firm, perfect nipples. I like them kind of small and she had them on her C-cup beauty. I put my hand behind her head and brought her in for a kiss, I could taste just a hint of her cocktail lingering. I only gave her a few quick, sexy kisses and then I directed her to my cock. She kneeled down in her heels, not with her knees on the floor but with her tight ass resting on her ankles. Her panties were still wrapped around her feet. She unzipped my pants again and my raging hard member practically slapped her in the face. She made quick work of it. She licked and kissed the underside in one pass and then took almost the whole length in her mouth in the first movement. I pressed on her head each time she went down but let her up at her leisure. After just a few minutes I picked her up under her arms and carried her over to the couch. She thought I had other plans I guess because I had to force her over my knees with her butt front in center in my lap. I gave her an initial spank and she gasped, my dick was pressing against her small stomach. "Beg me to spank you." And she did. Mostly with the "Please, sir. I've been bad," and "Spank my little ass." I think it turned to the worse for her though. By the time I was done she was flushed all over, two hand prints worked in to her flesh and the amusement had given way to endurance. Once she knew who was in charge of her now I picked her up by her hips and threw her down on to the floor in doggystyle. I pulled her up by both pigtails and then guided my 45-year old, eight inch dick in to her tight little teen pussy. In one motion I drove in to the hilt and she arched her back even further than I was pulling her by her hair. I wrapped my arm around her neck and held her like that, "Holy fuuuuckkkk." She said as her pussy walls took in the sheer panic of having my girth in her deep folds. I did not ease her in to the experience. I immediately started a visceral and aggressive assault on my new fuck toy. She was sweating and heaving to get enough air. Her walls contracted around my shaft, probably trying to defend and repel the invasion. It was at least ten minutes before she started to press back on me, getting the last inch that was left deeper in her womb. It was around that time her orgasm started building and she found use of her words again, "Oh my god fuck me." "Fuck me, SIR," I corrected. Her head and long brown hair fell down to the floor while her cute little ass stayed up for my consumption. I got the first peak of her perfect little asshole in the light but decided to wait my turn. I could also tell the circumference of my dick was making it look as though I was taking the edges of her cheeks, anus, and whatever other flesh was nearby into the dark abyss of her pussy; that's how petite she was. I looked back and saw she still had her heels on so I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her up to her feet. She leaned forward on her hands to give me access to her little teen pussy, I pulled back on her hips to ram her just as hard without remorse and she went up on to the toes of her shoes to accommodate the pounding. Her legs went limp, I held most of her weight in my hands from her hips. It was like fucking a little rag doll the last few minutes, she had no strength left to resist or even endure. After a few minutes I pulled her up by her shoulders from the forward fold she was in and forced her, from shoulders down, to take every inch of my old cock as I let out a guttural moan and released my load in to the depths of her 19-year old cunt. Her knees twisted inward to meet each other as her own orgasm took over. Her arms wrapped up behind my neck and pulled me over her, I let my hands explore her body as she came -- realizing a man twice her age had just used her twat and filled her up with his seed. After a few minutes I collapsed back on to the sofa with my dick still resting inside her and Claire laying against me too exhausted to move. It was then I realized my clothes were still on and I had taken this little naked teen for a ride dressed in a suit. I wondered how long she would need to recover before I had my way with her again in the next room. Office Teen Ch. 03 I thought after Mr. Peters savaged me on the floor of my apartment that I might not be able to walk for a few days let alone be taken again. He seemed to know that but his desire for a second round was just beneath the surface after fucking me. We fell asleep on the couch after a few minutes. He was still in his suit, I was naked except for my white heels and some of his cum on my inner thighs. I don’t know when I woke up but it was dark by the time I did. He was still asleep so I curled up between him, with my legs tucked under my butt and unzipped his pants with both of us still on the couch. I pulled my boss’s thick older cock out and began gently blowing cold air on it while my hand massaged his shaft. When he started to wake up I pulled his hardening member up and took it in my soft nineteen year-old mouth. With that he woke up instantly and let out a very satisfied moan… I knew I was doing a good job. It didn’t take long for both of his hands to descend to my head and grab hold, he started demanding my throat by pressing me down on his now full, hard length. I let out soft moans, I knew the vibration felt good around a man’s dick and I wanted him to know I liked being dominated and used by him. I was also hoping that if I performed well orally he might give my loins a rest. After a few minutes he stopped and scooped me off the couch to throw me over his shoulder. He walked me in to my bedroom and threw me down over the bed on my back with my head hanging off the side. I thought for a moment he had simply missed in his toss but he stood over me and lowered his raging hard-on to my lips upside down. I was taken very off guard, I had never done this before, and within a few seconds Mr. Peters was ferociously fucking my face. He showed little regard for my safety, but I knew he was the boss of me now both at work and after hours. Still - I pressed my hands up against his thighs instinctively to try and slow down his rhythm; he pulled my hands away with just one of his and pinned my wrists down to my chest. He pulled back a moment and with his other hand grabbed my cheeks with one hand and shook my head. “Don’t ever push me away,” he said. He then gave me a firm, dumbfounding, and loud slap that knocked my head the other direction. He pulled my face back, squeezed my jaw to open my mouth, and sank his cock back in lower, deeper, and harder than before. I could swear his dick grew another inch with excitement after teaching me that lesson. A few minutes passed and he let my wrists go to utilize both his hands and rub my breasts, stomach, thighs and ultimately my ravaged teen pussy. He played with my shaved little box for a minute while using his hands to undress himself too. He then abruptly pulled out of my mouth and rolled me on to my right side on the bed. I tried to roll over in missionary position but he stopped me, pulled my left leg up to make a “4” shape and entered my sore cunt with stunning force. After a few thrusts he took my heels off which at least gave my feet a break from their fixed position. Mr. Peters, more than twice my age, started fucking me hard in to my own bed while laying on my side. I’m a petite girl and he was a big dicked older man, at that angle my already tender folds went numb probably just as a biological reaction to not register the pain. Still he worked my G-spot over with his motions and within a few minutes had me twisting at the waist to bury my face in a pillow while he forced me to climax around his shaft. After my first orgasm he flipped me on to my back and pulled my legs over his shoulders. He lifted me at least seven inches off the bed to accommodate the differences in our size. He then started using my body again but it wasn’t until 10 minutes later, when he pressed my taught little thighs back and forced my ankles to my ears that I finally became terrified. Pinned against myself, Mr. Peters held me down and entered me from the most brutal angle imaginable. I had heard the position called the “womb rocker” before among my girlfriends. I wouldn’t say it rocked me so much as annihilated me. I knew at least a little blood would be found on my sheets afterward. Tears started streaming down my face but I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are you going to take it like a good girl?” he asked. I kept my eyes closed and nodded quickly. “Please, fuck me.” I cooed between a muffled sob, “I just want to please you, sir.” With that he found a renewed vigor and plowed my tiny twat so hard he curled my butt up off the bed too. I thought I might tear at the seams right before I heard a deep, guttural moan and his whole body shook to cum deep inside me. I squeezed my arms around his neck tighter and I tried to flex the muscles of my inner walls for him but I was so spent I’m not sure they contracted. He started softening in me and eventually rolled over to collapse on my bed. “How about a massage for you next, Claire?” he asked, “I’m not sure you’ll survive a third run.” I leaned over and smiled at him, “I’ll just have to get used to that huge dick of yours soon - sir.”