0 comments/ 228135 views/ 18 favorites Awakening Amy Ch. 1 By: KingstonM Amy stepped out into the bright sunlight of the morning, sipping her coffee casually she headed down the crowded street, off to her new job. Only a day past 18 now, she had graduated high school early, and because of hardships at home she had found herself forced to postpone college and head right into the work force. The brisk click of her heels lead her to the small law firm in which she worked. A friend of her mothers really got her this job and she felt she had to take it to help support her family. Otherwise if given another choice she wouldn't be here again today. She worked for a tall dark man named Mr. Davis; he was attractive had a slim build and dark ebony skin but his personality made it hard for Amy to work here. As His assistant, he barley talked to her unless it was to shout out an order or a demand... yet he stared at her with those dark looming eyes so many times during the day, Amy found it gave her shivers just to think of the way he looked at her, and yet how her cheeks flushed when he did. She opened the door to the office the first one in today she laid her coat by the side of the door and made her way into the lady's room to freshen up before the start of her day. She surveyed herself in the mirror, Her soft white skin, her cheeks flushed now from the cold of the weather, her green eyes shining back at her. Amy didn't wear much make up; she really didn't need to. It made her look false and almost clown like. Her breasts were firm and perky under her soft cotton blouse. She lifted her hands to her hair and pulled up her honey brown tresses, binding it up securely she smiled at herself thinking it would have to do for now, maybe when she got more money saved up she could buy a more appropriate wardrobe for a new working woman. She left the lady's room and in an instant she gasped, there was Mr. Davis standing in front of her. "Good morning Amy." Amy smiled and brushed by Him, returning to her desk that faced His. Mr. Davis's Partner Mr. Sherry wasn't in today and Amy wasn't looking forward to such a long day with her employer all alone. She straightened up her desk and began filing through some paper work Mr. Davis had given her the day before. She could feel His eyes watching her, but she pretended to ignore it, carrying on with her tasks. "AMY!" Her heart jumped as her long legs carried her over to Mr. Davis's desk, "Yes, Sir?" she asked, her lip trembling slightly and her fingers shaking. Even his voice made her nervous. "I've been looking over these papers, Amy, for the McMahon case... and I've seen that you filed some of them incorrectly. You've been here long enough to know standard procedure, Amy. Do you have an excuse for this obvious incompetence?" Amy's face was flushed now, her heart beating harder. She KNEW she filed those papers correctly; why was he doing this? He hated her. He MUST hate her. He wanted her gone; she knew it, and she just couldn't lose this job. Her family needed the money so badly. Amy hung her head, barely able to speak. She replied to him, "No, Sir, I thought for sure I filed them correctly, Sir. It must have been a mistake; please let me fix it." Amy grabbed for the papers hoping to correct the "mistake" she had made. Mr. Davis just smiled and pulled them back. "Not so fast, Amy, fixing a mistake after it is done really doesn't solve much. You will have to learn not to make the mistake to begin with. There must be some kind of punishment, a reprimand if you will. Don't you agree Amy?" Amy shuddered... punishment? Like this job wasn't punishment enough. She moved the strands of hair from her face and looked at Mr. Davis "Yes, Sir," she stammered. "I suppose there should be something done," her weak voice replied. Mr. Davis raised his hand and began to outline Amy's waist. "How old are you Amy?" "18," she whispered, "Just turned, but I did finish school, Sir." "Ahhh very good," replied Mr. Davis. "Now I really should fire you, Amy. I know I have told you about filing things properly before haven't I?" Amy looked to the ground staring at her feet...shaking in her own shoes. "Yes, Sir, you have. But I thought for sure," she stammered. Mr. Davis's hands raised to her lips shushing her before she could finish. "Well, Amy, I do have one thing you could do to tell me you are serious about keeping this job." Amy breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to cut her a break! "Yes, Mr. Davis, I will do anything!" His eyes wandered over her, her flimsy skirt and cheap blouse. Poor wretch, he thought. But how her young nipples tempted him and her long luscious legs, her tiny ankles. She was a pretty woman-child so sweet and innocent and he desired that; craved it. And as in business he would get what he wanted even if he had to take it. "Amy, I know you are young..." His hand began curling around her waist moving up her stomach. "Have you dated much?" Amy looked at him almost shocked. She wasn't expecting that question. "Well... no, Sir, I haven't. I was always so busy with school and all...helping my mom out after my dad died. I never really had the time." Mr. Davis smiled again; a virgin just as he thought... and he had so much to teach her. "Well, Amy, I'm sure you know something about a man's and woman's relations and because I care so much about you and having you keep this job I want to teach you what it is all about." Amy couldn't believe her ears. What was he saying? He wanted her as his girlfriend... what? She shivered. "Don't worry, Amy, you can trust me," his voice echoed through the office. "Now go be a good girl and lock the office door and return to me." Amy's mind was racing. What was she to do? She had never even really been on a date and what was Mr. Davis expecting of her? But she needed this job; her family needed her. Amy knew now that she would do whatever she had to do to keep this job... no matter what it was. She went and swiftly locked the door and returned, trembling, to Mr. Davis's desk. "Now, Amy, first of all understand the rules... ok child? His dark eyes shined at her. "First, always refer to me as SIR... nothing more, nothing less. Never question anything I ask you to do, for nothing I do would ever harm you. It is for the best, and in time you will begin to enjoy it, Amy. Above all, trust me." Amy looked up at him and nodded with tears in her eyes. Is this the way it would be for her? The only love she had ever seen was that between her mother and father and that didn't seem anything like this. "Good girl, Amy. Now go sit on that desk there." Amy lifted herself onto the desk, her sheer skirt hugging her hips tightly. "Raise the skirt, Amy," he demanded. Amy looked at him then back down quickly as she did what she was told. She pulled her skirt up past her waist, her white panties and stockings showing, her garters stretched across her legs. Mr. Davis leaned his chair back just looking at the girl. How pretty she was, how young, how scared. How excited it made him! "Good girl, Amy, now take your fingers and rub them along your panties over your pussy...." Amy's long fingers where shaking as she guided her hand over her panties, toying with her pussy, her head down and watching. She ran her fingers along her slit. As scared as she was, she was somewhat excited and having Mr. Davis watching her only seemed to intensify this. Her panties felt warm and wet and she liked the sensation it was bringing her. Maybe Mr. Davis won't hurt me, she thought. "Now reach up and unbutton your blouse and take off your bra." Amy did as she was told, not questioning at all. As a matter of fact she was curious now. Her eyes closed as though ashamed of what she was doing; yet... she complied with his every request. When she opened them slightly she gasped. Mr. Davis had his cock out now playing with it, rubbing it. How dark it was! The head of it like a mushroom, his balls full and bouncing as he moved his hand over the shaft. Amy felt her pussy grow even wetter now. She had never seen a totally naked man before, and she loved his dark skin. How different it was from her own. "Rub your breasts, Amy, pull at the nipples." He watched her as she complied, her tiny hands wandering over her large nipples pulling and tugging. Her long legs still in their stockings, panties now stained with the wetness of her awakening desire. He needed to touch her now but was scared he would frighten her. He had to approach her slowly like a black panther stalking its prey. His cock was so hard now as he worked the shaft. Pre-cum was already oozing out. He could almost cum just by watching this young woman exploring her body in front of him, but what fun would that be. "Pull your panties to the side, Amy," he demanded, "And slide your fingers up your cunt." Amy, as innocent as she is, was now hot as well. Her hand was already moving over her mound, the soft, brown pubic hairs sticking out from the elastic of her panties she moved them quickly and shoved her fingers into her moist cunt. Her back arched, squirming on Mr. Davis's desk, breasts bouncing as she fingered her virginal little pussy. Mr. Davis could stand it no longer, this angel before him. He moved to her, desiring her, as he had no other in a long time. This pretty young thing only wanted to please him. He could see it in her eyes. His hands reached for her. How beautiful she was. He took a handful of her long hair and pulled her to him, his mouth on top of hers hungry and wanting... his tongue dancing with hers, enjoying the softness of her kiss... the moistness of her lips. His hands devoured her as his tongue did... his hot kisses leading down her neck as his hands explored her every curve. He could feel her shiver as he cupped her breasts, tugging and pinching lightly at her nipples. His fingers finally finding their way to her cunt, moving the panties back over her wet pussy and pushing his fingers inside of her through the cotton fabric, feeling just how wet she was for the first time. In an instant, he pulled her off the desk by her hair. She landed on the ground. "On your knees, girl," he demanded softly but firmly. And as a good girl would, she did as she was told. How sexy she was, her full lips, her green eyes so trusting, looking up at him. He took hold of his dark cock, outlining her full, young lips... the pre-cum oozing out and dribbling off her lips onto her chin. His hands fully in her hair, he yanked her back forcing her mouth open slightly. He shoved his cock deep in her mouth, how hot and wet it was as she started to suck at him. His balls bouncing against her chin as he fed her his entire length. He could tell she was gagging from the size of his cock, but he didn't care. She would learn to satisfy him now, he thought... as he fucked her mouth even harder and deeper. He slapped the side of her face lightly and told her to take all of it. She was crying but he could tell by the moans she was making around his cock that she was enjoying being used like a slut. He pulled her from the floor and placed her back on the desk. His hands tore at her panties and stockings, his hunger needing to be sated. He moved in between her legs, his cock only inches from her pussy as her hand reached down and pulled apart her wet, pink lips. The inside of her slit was glistening wetly. He took hold of her by the waist and slid his cock deep inside her with one, hard thrust. She screamed out loud and tried to get away. He must have hurt her but he didn't care now. She would soon enough enjoy it. His cock continued to push in deeper as he looked down to watch his black cock pushing into that pretty, pink pussy. His fingers found her clit and played at it. He knew she was ready to cum... cum for him. She pressed against him now and placed her wanting mouth on his, their tongues entwined. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as she began grabbing at him, saying sweet, naïve words. She confessed to love him at this instant, as her tight little cunt exploded around him, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure as she felt the first of many orgasms to come. And their bodies continued to join with him moving hard and fast inside of her. The warmth and wetness of her cunt on his cock... how tight she was as she came again, her legs wrapping around him, trying to pull him in even deeper as one orgasm melted into another for the former virgin. He had restrained himself so well but he needed one more thing before he could cum. He had to make her totally his. He suddenly pulled out and flipped her around so her ass was facing him, her tits pressed against the desk, hard nipples against hard wood. He spit on her ass, sliding his finger inside her tight hole and working it back and forth. She whimpered now and moaned loudly as he worked the fingers from his other hand into her freshly fucked cunt. The thick head of his cock strained slightly as he removed his fingers and began to push his black meat into her tight, white ass. Her hands gripped at the desk and she screamed at him, begging him to stop. But he kept on until his cock entered her and with a sudden fury he pushed into her hard and deep, fucking the virgin he had wanted for so long, opening her ass to his throbbing cock for the first time. His balls began bouncing against her wet cunt while his hands pull at her hair, his voice telling her what a good little slut she was. Amy couldn't believe it as she came again, the pain turned into pleasure at the sound of his voice, pushing her ass back against him now, wanting to take his entire length into her white ass and please him completely. After a few minutes of ramming into her tight, virgin ass Mr. Davis could hold out no longer. He pulled her to him once again and felt her take his entire cock inside as he shot loads of cum into her. He moaned and gasped as he pulled from her suddenly, the rest of his cum squirting onto her swollen cut. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit, smiling. After wiping himself off on her wet cunt, he pulled her skirt back down and turned her to him. "There, babygirl... now you can keep your job," he laughed. And Amy found that she didn't NEED to keep it; now she WANTED to. She smiled back at him and reached for her blouse. Awakening Amy Ch. 2 The next day Amy walked to her job with a spring in her step. For the first time since she could remember, she was looking forward to being in the office all day. Dreams of Mr. Davis had been going through her head all night long, and she woke to find her panties soaked. Even now she could feel the wetness gathering beneath her skirt as she anticipated seeing her boss again. Once again she was the first one in at the office, so after putting her coat away she made her way into the ladies' room. She stopped in front of the mirror as she walked in, taking a close look at herself as she had the day before, wondering if she could see any difference. Her shining green eyes moved over the reflection of her soft, white skin in the mirror, her cheeks flushed as always from the cold outside. She ran her hands through her long, brown hair then slid them down to smooth out her blouse. Then she noticed the difference. Unlike yesterday, she was painfully aware of herself as a woman. As her hands moved over the blouse she could feel her nipples hardening at the slight touch against them through the fabric. Their throbbing was echoed by the dull ache between her legs that she'd felt ever since the day before, the empty feeling she'd never noticed until Mr. Davis took her. Amy's hands slid beneath her skirt as her mind began to wander back to the pleasure Mr. Davis had given her yesterday. She watched herself in the mirror, her pink tongue slowly licking at her lips while she held up her skirt and pushed her fingers into the white, cotton panties she wore. Her eyes closed at the first touch of her hand moving over her mound, stroking the soft brown pubic hair covering her young pussy. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she slowly fucked one of her fingers into her wet pussy, thrusting it in and out while she remembered the feel of Mr. Davis's hands on her young body. Amy could almost hear his voice commanding her to touch herself for him as she leaned against the wall and continued fingering herself. Suddenly she realized that she actually could hear his voice. Mr. Davis was in the office! Amy quickly tried to compose herself, rearranging her clothes and washing her hands. She gave herself one more quick look in the mirror to make sure everything was in place before hurrying out to see her new lover again. She almost ran right into him as she rushed out of the ladies' room, stopping suddenly directly in front of him and looking up into his eyes with a bright smile. Amy's smile disappeared slowly as she caught the look in Mr. Davis's eyes, her body shivering and cheeks flushing as his regular cold, impersonal gaze stared through her. He nodded to her casually before stepping into his office and closing the door, not even saying a word, leaving Amy standing there confused and worried. She went to her desk and took a seat, trying to act as if nothing had happened while she went over things again and again in her mind. "I thought he wanted me as his girlfriend yesterday, so what happened? He didn't even smile at me. It was like I didn't matter to him at all." Amy could feel herself on the verge of tears, her spirit crushed by Mr. Davis on the first day she'd ever looked forward to coming in to work. She tried to put it out of her mind and began filing the papers that had been left on her desk, but she couldn't concentrate on it. She kept making mistakes and having to start over. It was almost lunchtime before she finished, having forced herself to stop looking back every couple of minutes to see if Mr. Davis had opened the door to his office yet. As she turned away from her filing and began to straighten up her desk she heard his door open. There he was, Mr. Davis, standing in the doorway with his dark eyes burning into her and bringing yet another flush to her cheeks. Amy could also feel her pussy aching for him, remembering the pleasure he gave her so skillfully. "Amy," he said in his strong, low voice, "come into my office." She rose on near-trembling legs, walking slowly towards him then following behind as he turned away and moved to his desk. "Close the door behind you," he ordered. Amy hung her head as she moved meekly to shut the door. "And lock it," he said, "We have something serious to discuss." Amy did as he said, turning back to him slowly, not sure how to react and afraid she had somehow imagined how well everything had turned out the day before. Mr. Davis sat on the edge of his desk, facing her. She couldn't tell anything from the expression on his face as she turned to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him. "STOP!" His voice was raised only slightly, but to Amy it was like a shout. Amy froze and looked at him almost fearfully, afraid she'd somehow displeased this man she still craved. His voice lowered again, "Did I tell you to take a seat, Amy?" She shook her head slightly, no, feeling the tears start to well up in her eyes again as she realized her mistake. He gestured her towards him, "Come here, girl." Amy moved forward slowly, dropping her eyes to the ground as she approached him. She stood before him with her head bowed, cheeks burning red with shame as she waited for him to speak again. Mr. Davis looked down at her, smiling to himself at the way she stood there, filled with shame and scared once again. He could feel his cock rising again as it had this morning when he first saw her and remembered the feel of her virginal pussy wrapped tightly around him. It had taken plenty of self-control for him not to return her smile and taker her right there. But he knew that she still had to learn her place and had held off until now to gauge her reaction to his earlier snub. "Now Amy," he began, "I can't help but notice that your work today has been...somewhat uninspired. You seem to be a bit distracted. Why is that?" Amy's lip quivered slightly as she listened to the soft tone of his voice. She finally took a deep breath while he waited patiently as if time didn't matter, and managed to force out a reply, "I...I...I don't know. I thought you were mad at me. You didn't even talk to me today, and I was so looking forward to seeing you again after the way you made me feel yesterday. I never felt like that before." Mr. Davis suppressed another smile of pleasure at her words and hardened his voice once again, "I thought you understood the rules as I explained them yesterday, but I see I gave you more credit than you deserved." He frowned, waiting as she looked up at him quickly then lowered her eyes once more as he stared her down. The tears were slowly running down her face as she finally realized what she had just done. Her voice came to him in a little-girl's whisper, "I'm sorry, Sir. I forgot. I promise it will never happen again." "It better not," he said. "I don't intend to waste my time with someone who can't remember one, simple rule." He watched as Amy flinched at his words, obviously upset with herself for not paying attention to what she was doing. "Like I told you yesterday, girl, fixing a mistake after it's done really doesn't solve much. There must be some sort of punishment to make sure you learn not to make the same mistake again. Don't you think so, Amy?" "Yes, Sir," she said immediately, "Anything that you ask of me, I will enjoy." Amy breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the worst was now past. She could feel her body growing excited again, thinking back to the way he used her just one day before, anticipating even more pleasure at his hands. She began to shift her weight from one leg to the other as her young pussy grew wet again, the ache of her need upon her. Mr. Davis just sat there watching her, seeing the response of her body as she submitted to him willingly. He stood up in front of her as she began squirming in front of him, growing antsy with her need and waiting with eyes lowered to feel his touch. His eyes followed her movements, noting the way her young nipples poked out against her thin, cheap blouse. He made a mental note to see to it that this girl in front of him learned to dress better and had the means to come to him in the clothes he would pick out for her. He then filed it away and turned his attention back to the pretty, young thing before him who was waiting breathlessly with anticipation. Mr. Davis moved to her side as Amy stood there, head bowed, finding the wait unbearable. She could feel him beside her, see him moving next to her. She trembled as his hand came around her waist and touched the small of her back, her breath coming even more quickly at the slightest touch of him against her. "Bend over, Amy, and place your hands on my desk." His hand on the small of her back began to push her forward, bending her over at the waist. She was surprised at first, not understanding. Then moving quickly to comply with his command as she remembered, she bent forward, placing her hands on the edge of his desk to support her weight as he guided her into the position he desired. What was he going to do to her? Amy realized she didn't care. She could already feel the wetness dripping down the insides of her thighs just from having him notice her, guide her, command her. "Now Amy, I want you to remember the rules. I'll repeat them for you one more time. First, you will ALWAYS refer to me as Sir. You will never question anything I ask you to do. And you will trust me. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Sir," she answered immediately, blushing again at the thought that she had forgotten something so simple earlier. "Good girl, if you had remembered that earlier you wouldn't need to be punished now. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Sir," she answered again, "I deserve whatever punishment you decide on." Amy dropped her head again, still remembering her shame. "Excellent, Amy." Mr. Davis removed his hand from the small of her back. She could feel the loss of his touch and hoped she would soon feel it again. Her hopes rose as she felt his hand move to the hem of her skirt and begin to lift up, flipping it up onto her back until her ass was exposed to his gaze. He leaned over, both hands taking hold of the waistband of her cheap, cotton panties and starting to pull them down. "One other thing...you won't be wearing underwear to the office from now on. I want my little slut ready for me with nothing in the way." Amy let out a soft moan of pleasure at His words, "Oh, yes Sir." She could feel the thrill of being called his slut running through her body, mingling with the electric shock of his hands moving down the soft skin of her long legs as he pulled the panties from her. She lifted one foot, then the other, as he pulled them free. "Do you have any idea how soaked your panties are, Amy?" he asked, chuckling softly behind her. She felt her cheeks burning as she blushed again, "No, Sir...I don't. I just know I've been wet all day thinking about you." Mr. Davis smiled. "I'm pleased to hear it, Amy, but that doesn't mean you're not going to be punished. Bad girls like you who can't remember simple commands deserve spankings. That's what you're going to get, but I don't trust you to keep quiet yet when you're being disciplined. So you'll have to hold these in your mouth." He suddenly reached around and pressed something against her mouth. Amy opened up obediently, not even realizing what it was until she was holding her soaking wet panties balled up between her teeth. He looked over her body, enjoying the sight of this pretty, young girl standing with her legs spread bent over in front of his desk, her wet panties held in her mouth as she waited to receive her punishment. Mr. Davis began to remove his belt quietly. He then doubled up the thick black leather in his hands and snapped it together, grinning as Amy flinched at the sound. "Remember this, Amy...you're getting 10 for your disobedience. If you drop your panties we'll have to start over. Now are you ready?" Amy nodded slowly, tensing up in anticipation of the leather meeting her skin. Mr. Davis held the doubled-over belt in one hand then swung it forward softly, just tapping it against her young, white ass. "That's one." He repeated the motion, "That's two." "Three." "Four." "Five." Amy was enjoying the feel of the leather softly meeting her ass and was unprepared when Mr. Davis pulled his arm back fully then brought the belt down onto her ass with a loud SMACK! She cried out at the sudden pain, and her panties fell onto the desk in front of her. She looked down at it with a horrible, sinking feeling in her stomach. "Looks like we'll have to start over again, Amy...won't we?" Amy nodded slowly and said, "Yes, Sir." Mr. Davis picked up her panties and pushed them into her mouth again, forcing them deeper and looking into her eyes. "Don't disappoint me again, Amy." She looked back into his dark brown eyes and nodded seriously, even as she tasted her juices for the first time as she clamped down on her panties. He moved behind her again, raising the belt and pulling his arm back completely again before bringing it forward with another loud SMACK! He hit almost the exact same spot, adding to the rising pink color on Amy's pale white ass as he counted out, "One." Amy groaned around the panties in her mouth but held on this time, wiggling her stinging ass as Mr. Davis continued to spank her with the belt. Each slap rang out in his office, and she could feel warmth spreading through her entire body as the soft leather continued to redden her ass. Finally, He counted out, "Ten," and dropped the belt...moving to take the panties from her mouth and watching as she stood there gasping for breath. "Did you enjoy that, little slut?" Amy was shocked by his question at first until she realized that the warmth had spread to her pussy as well and she was dripping wet again. "Yes, Sir," she gasped, dropping her head to His desk and wiggling her shapely, young ass; squirming in her need. "Do you need to cum now, babyslut?" His hand smacked her ass lightly and she squealed at the pleasurable sensation of his skin meeting hers, the burning pleasure of his hand on her ass, managing to get out a breathy, "Yes, Sir," as her pussy tightened again. Her entire body was shaking on the edge of orgasm at the feel of His hand on her bright red, spanked ass. To Be Continued... Awakening Amy Ch. 3 Mr. Davis looked at her, taking his hand away and just standing there. He held her eyes with his as he stuffed the panties she'd been wearing into his pocket. "From now on, you won't be wearing these into the office. Are we clear on that?" he asked. "Yes, Sir" mumbled Amy, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of always being bare to him. She wiggled her ass in anticipation, still waiting for more of his touch. There was an amused look on his face as he watched her standing there, bent over his desk, legs spread and pert little ass wiggling back and forth. He chuckled, "What do you want now, little slut?" Amy frowned as she struggled to find the words...stuttering, "I...I want...to feel...feel like I did yesterday. The way you made me feel, Sir." He stepped around behind her, his fingers trailing down her back to her ass, stroking and caressing the smooth, white skin. "And how did I do that, slut? How did it make you feel?" Amy looked back over her shoulder at him, "Oh God...so good, like nothing I ever felt before when you...when you made love to me, Sir." Mr. Davis laughed, "You mean when I fucked you..." Amy gasped, her pussy contracting at the words coming from his mouth. "Yes, Sir...when you fucked me...your penis felt so good inside me." He chuckled again, "That was my cock, baby, fucking into your tight little pussy." Amy felt an electric thrill going through her body listening to him, loving how he made her feel...so hot and sexy. "Yes, Sir...your big black cock fucking into me." She moaned slightly, "Oh God, please...please fuck me again." Mr. Davis smiled behind her, "All you had to do was beg." Grinning, he undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor around his feet and stepping out of them. He had no underwear on and his thick black cock sprang upwards as it was freed from his pants. Amy licked her lips looking back at him, loving the sight of his bare dark skin and trembling in anticipation of what that hard meat was going to feel like inside her again. He reached towards her, leaning over to place his hand on her bare calf. Amy gasped again at the touch of his hand on her skin, but didn't move other then to quiver in anticipation. His other hand came down on the other leg, both of them moving upwards slowly together, gently massaging her warm flesh. His lips pressed against the small of her back in a soft kiss as he bent over her. His hands pushed upwards slowly until they were both gripping the backs of her thighs, caressing the quivering flesh. Amy's eyes closed as she enjoyed the touch of his hand, the strength of his fingers moving over her skin. Her lips parted as her breathing quickened, legs feeling week under the touch of his hands sliding up her long, slim legs. His hands finally moved higher, one taking hold of a firm asscheek while the other slipped between her spread thighs, fingers finally brushing across her exposed lips. He felt her juices flowing against his fingers, demonstrating just how close she was, but continued to simply stroke up and down those pink petals, teasing her. Amy's hips began to push back towards him in response, attempting to speed up the slow, teasing stroke of his touch on her waiting pussy. All of a sudden, she felt his hands shift position...both of them gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks open. Then his warm breath hit her tender, young slit followed by his soft lips covering hers. His warm tongue thrust into her, fucking in and out. Amy felt a sudden rush of heat throughout her body as his tongue slid from inside her and flicked forward, finding the sensitive button of her clit and fluttering against it. The blood flowed through her body, hardening the little nub, causing it to throb. Amy's hands reached forward to grip the desk as she felt her legs starting to give out from the intense pleasure. She trembled violently as his tongue continued its assault on her clit until her orgasm swept through her. "Ohhhhhh Godddddddd!" she screamed, then continued through it with a series of loud moans, gasping incoherently. Her body collapsed onto the desk, legs quivering and spasming as her hips jerked back towards him involuntarily. "Oh please, Sir...please fuck me with that beautiful black cock." The words sprang from her suddenly in a guttural moan. She couldn't wait any longer. In seconds she felt his body moving against hers from behind, the steely warmth of his cock pressing against her soaking wet, waiting pussy. He placed one hand on her shoulder, the other wrapping around his thick shaft as he guided the fat, mushroom head to pierce her opening. Amy moaned out loud again in pleasure, feeling that thickness, the hard black meat pushing into her tight little cunt. Her pink lips stretched around the throbbing head of his cock as he started to thrust back and forth slowly with it, fucking her with those first couple of inches and coating his meat with her juices. She breathed out hard as he released his grip on his cock, hand moving to wrap around her waist even as his other hand on her shoulders pulled her back against him. He thrust forward slowly, and her sweet young pussy welcomed him, her insides beginning to ripple with the pleasure of feeling herself being filled once again. "Fuck me...oh god...please, Sir, fuck me hard!" she screamed. "I'm going to cum again...ohhhhhh!" Mr. Davis rode her quietly, suddenly ramming his entire length deep inside her as his young employee screamed out, her body exploding with pleasure as she felt herself filled completely, the thought alone enough to set her off again. Her body was melting into a wave of orgasmic bliss as Mr. Davis continued claiming her. His strokes were long and slow and deep, in a constant rhythm of fucking. Every touch of his cock deep inside her made Amy crave even more until she finally crumbled before him, unable to support her trembling legs any longer. Her body collapsing onto his desk, hips still pushing back to capture his cock, her light cotton blouse grinding against her painfully hard nipples. A moment later he pulled away. Amy groaned, feeling empty as cool air rushed against her stretched pussy. She could feel her wetness dripping slowly down her inner thighs while her cunt continued to quiver. Her body still awash in ecstasy, yet wanting more now that he'd awakened the hunger in her. His strong hands rolled her over, pushing her fully onto his desk, on her back, quickly slipping her shoes off and dropping them on the floor, then leaving her again. Amy looked up, her eyes searching his out, a look of devotion on her face for this man who brought her such pleasure and made her want even more. Mr. Davis stood there looking down on her, a soft smile of satisfaction lighting his features. A grin came to his face as her eyes dropped lower, finding his cock. Amy gasped at the sight of that black meat, so big and thick and hard pointing back at her. Her body reacting again, remembering how good it felt to be filled with his cock. Amy's hand moved slowly down her body as she drew her legs up. Her feet were flat against his desk skirt hiked up over her hips and blouse stuck to her skin by her sweat, legs trembling suddenly as her fingers touched the sensitive little knot above her dripping wet pussy and starting to stroke up and down those soft, pink lips. "What are you doing, Amy?" She heard his deep voice asking. "I'm...touching myself, Sir," she moaned softly, blushing even as she said it, her eyes locked to the beautiful sight of his cock. "Do you like how it feels?" he asked in that same voice. Her eyes looked up to his suddenly as she licked her lips and nodded quietly. They moved back down to his cock as he raised one hand and began stroking it slowly, the dark meat still glistening wetly from being inside of her. "Oh god...yes, Sir. I like it even more when...when...you...play with your cock like that," she finally stammered out, while her fingers began rubbing up and down her gaping slit faster, strumming over her bloated little clit. "Are you ready to cum for me again, baby?" he asked softly. "Yessss," she hissed. "I'm cumming again, Sir. Oh yes...oh yes...Ahhhhh!" she screamed, lifting her hips and pressing her fingers down hard on her clit as her body rode through another orgasm as she lay there on his desk, whimpering with excitement. Amy felt so hot and nasty, laying there, making herself cum while she watched her boss slowly stroking his big black cock. She looked up into his eyes again. Mr. Davis was smiling at her. She returned it with a shy smile of her own. "Please, Sir," she begged softly, "fuck me again. Fuck your slut. I want to feel your cock shooting inside me." Mr. Davis stepped closer, until he was standing at the edge of his desk between her legs. He reached out, taking hold of her thighs in both hands and pulling her to him until her ass was at the edge of the desk. Amy lifted her legs as he guided her, wrapping her lithe limbs around his waist and moaning again as she felt his thick shaft resting on top of her pussy. "Put it in you, baby," he ordered. She reached out with one hand, grabbing his cock instinctively and stroking it first before taking hold. She couldn't wrap her small, soft hand all the way around him but she held it steady as she lifted her hips, using her legs as leverage to pull herself against him, pulling herself onto his cock. It popped past her elastic opening, sliding in slowly as she gradually swallowed more and more of him. His big hands moved beneath her, taking hold of her firm ass cheeks and pulling her to him, burying his meat deep inside her and making her scream out again. "Oh god...oh god...oh god...oh god...oh god..." she mumbled over and over again as his powerful cock rammed into her. He raised and lowered her ass several times, opening her pussy wide, his cock shining and dripping with the wetness gushing from her. Amy dug her heels into the small of his strong back and began pushing herself against him with each stroke, moving with him. His cock seemed to plunge even deeper into her welcoming cunt, the bulbous head pounding against her cervix and making her scream out again with each touch as he bottomed out inside her. The top of his thick shaft mashed her throbbing clit between them, the pressure on it intense, causing her to explode again. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, Sir, I'm cummmmminnngggggg again!" Amy's body thrashed around uncontrollably, every nerve ending in her body on fire as Mr. Davis held her against him, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her churning cunt while he waited. "You feel that throbbing, baby...how my cock feels like it's expanding inside you? That's how you know when I'm about to cum. Are you ready for it?" he asked, his voice thick with the strain of holding out. "Please...please...please...fill me, fuck me, anything you want. I want it so bad, Sir!" she cried out in her excitement. Mr. Davis let out a slight groan as he started to pound her again, slamming his piston into her over and over. His ass bobbed steadily as he drilled his cock inside her, leaving Amy flailing helplessly beneath him, her mind numb with pleasure as he continued slamming her cervix. He groaned finally, pulling her hard against him one last time. Amy's eyes popped wide open as she felt the thick head of his cock almost pop past her cervix even as it expanded again, flaring out as he began flooding her with his thick, creamy seed, shooting right up into her womb. "God," she groaned, her pussy gripping him tightly, muscles rippling up and down his entire length as she came yet again. Her breath caught in her throat, unable to believe the intense pleasure of being used by this man while her pussy milked him dry, squeezing over and over until the pulsing of his shooting cock finally slowed inside her. When he was done, he slowly pulled his cock from her, watching as his thick load started to leak out from her gaping hole and drip down the crack of her ass to his desk. "Get up, Amy," he snapped. His hand took hold of her as she sat up, pulling her back down to the floor on her knees in front of him. Her body still quivered with pleasure as she knelt there, looking up at his dripping cock hanging down in front of her face. "Lick me clean like a good slut," he ordered. Amy immediately leaned forward. Her pink tongue lapping out, circling the head of his cock and tasting him. She could taste herself on him too, and this thought began to excite her even more as she dragged her tongue up and down his entire length, getting every drop of their mixed cum and lapping it up hungrily. His hand stroked through her hair softly, watching as she obeyed him...cleaning his cock completely. "One more thing, girl," he said, as she finished and leaned back. She looked up at him questioningly. "You left a mess on my desk, too," he chuckled. Amy looked shocked, then smiled and turned. She stood up and leaned over his desk, her tongue snaking out to capture the pool of cum that had dripped from her. "Mmmmm...," she moaned, while Mr. Davis smiled at her. "I love the taste of your cum, Sir." "Good girl, Amy. You can head home for the day." He walked around behind his desk and took a seat, opening a drawer and pulling out a card that he handed to her. "Meet me here tomorrow morning. And don't be late," he ordered. "It's about time we got you some new things for the office." Amy glanced at the card and smiled, knowing already that tomorrow would be even better. She quickly lowered her skirt, picked up her shoes, and walked out with a smile on her face, still feeling his cum leaking from her used cunt.