Getting Some Disciplinary Action

Emma went after Julie like a moth to flame. Julie’s tall and blond and calls the shots. Every time she passed that corner office, Emma tucked her chin, sucked in her gut, and pictured herself with Julie’s hands fisted in her hair. One morning the boss’s mail came early. Emma cut the tape on the odd box. Inside sat a thick, flesh-colored cock, veins and all, still factory-slick. She was turning it over, mouth open, when the door clicked. Julie didn’t yell. She smiled slow, stepped inside, and locked it. “Since you’re already holding it,” she said, voice low, “let’s see if you know what to do with it.” She pushed Emma against the edge of the desk. Emma’s blouse hit the carpet first, buttons skittering, followed by her bra. Julie’s mouth fastened on a nipple, teeth sinking in just enough to leave her mark. Two fingers slipped under Emma’s skirt and found her already soaked. “Thought so,” Julie muttered. She worked the dildo between Emma’s legs, coating it, then bent her forward over the dark wood and drove it in. The thrust knocked the breath out of Emma, made her vision spark. Julie didn’t pause. She set a brutal rhythm—pull out slow, slam back hard—until every slap of skin echoed off glass walls. Emma braced with one palm, reached back to spread herself wider. Julie bent low, teeth on her shoulder. “Louder,” she ordered. “Let the whole floor hear what happens when you open my packages.” Emma came shaking, knees buckled, eyes glassy. Julie held the toy deep, circling it, dragging the last tremors out, and already Emma felt the heat coil again. Julie jerked her up, swapped their places, pushed the toy into her own cunt while Emma dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth to the slick flesh around it. Julie’s hand clamped the back of her head, grinding her closer until Emma’s tongue found every pulse. Two pairs of heels glittered beneath the desk skirt; files lay scattered like trash. Sun cut sharp across their backs, and the boss clock ticked steady as they fucked and licked and fucked again, carving secret hours into Julie’s private kingdom, one wet, filthy thrust at a time.