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Title: “Stormy’s Sinful Surprise”
Stormy’s desk was a disaster zone as usual, papers strewn about haphazardly and pens scattered like soldiers fallen in battle. She sighed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as she took a sip of cold coffee. Why did she even bother trying to keep organized? The boss was never around to notice anyway.
Just then, the door burst open with a Bang! Startled, Stormy looked up to see five large, muscular men striding into her tiny office. Oh god, she thought, they’re so massive, how are they even going to fit? Her heart raced with equal parts fear and excitement as she took in their chiseled jaws and rugged masculinity. These guys didn’t look like any of the pencil-pushing executives she was used to seeing around here.
The apparent leader, a tall, dark-haired Adonis with a crooked grin, spoke first. “Afternoon, sweetheart. The boss sent us. Said we should get, ah, ‘well acquainted’ with the new office secretary before we sign any papers.” He flashed her a lecherous wink that made her stomach flip.
Stormy gulped, her mind racing. This couldn’t be happening, could it? But then, one of the other men – this one redheaded and freckled – stepped forward, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt as he approached her desk. “I ain’t waitin’ til we leave, sugar. Let’s get that tight little body of yours officially on board, yeah?”
Before she could protest, he swept her papers aside with one powerful arm and lifted her onto the desk, his mouth crashing against hers in a rough, dominating kiss. Stormy moaned helplessly as he forced his tongue into her mouth, his hands roaming her curves greedily. She was only wearing a thin pencil skirt and blouse today, as was the dress code, now definitely regretting that wardrobe choice as their rough, calloused fingers explored her sensitive skin.
The rest of the men closed in, and soon Stormy found herself overwhelmed on all sides. Hands gripped her thighs, hiking up her skirt as a hot mouth closed over her breast through her blouse. She gasped and squirmed, mind reeling – this was so wrong, so dirty… and yet her body was responding eagerly to their crude touches. When two large palms slid her panties aside and roughly spread her bare ass cheeks, she couldn’t help but let out a shameful moan.
“Mmm, she’s a screamer,” the dark-haired man purred, undoing his belt with one hand. “You hear that? She wants it bad.” Stormy whimpered and shook her head, but it was too late – the wet heat of his cock pressed into her folds from behind as he gripped her hips. Tears pricked her eyes and she bit her lip hard. He wasn’t toying with her, he was going to take her right here on her desk, in front of her co-workers. She was only the secretary though, who would believe her if she told them? They’d all seen her struggling with her work, how could she possibly handle this?
As if sensing her internal conflict, the leader of the men shifted beneath her, his kisses trailing down her neck. “We’ll make this good for you honey,” he murmured reassuringly, fingers dancing over her swollen clit. “You’ll scream out that we’ve made you our little fucktoy. Then maybe the higher-ups will give sweet little Stormy a promotion, hmm?”
Stormy made a small, helpless sound as his words combined with his ministrations finally pushed her over the edge. She came hard on his fingers, her slick coating them obscenely. But before she could even catch her breath, he’d lined up his thick cock and pushed inside, stretching her tight walls and filling her to the brim. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, back arching off the desk. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her as she writhed on his cock.
The men closed in on either side of her, pants unzipped to expose their throbbing erections. One bald, bearded man pressed the flared head against her lips insistently. “Open wide, babe. Start earning that raise.” Stormy only hesitated a moment before surrendering to the inevitable and opening her mouth. This was going to be her life from now on – a fucktoy for a bunch of arrogant, dominant men. She almost couldn’t wait.
Lost in her fantasies, Stormy could only moan around the thick cock in her mouth as the men used her body for their own pleasure, their brands of compliments and filthy dirty talk keeping her on the edge of climax throughout the whole debauched encounter. Her desk was going to smell like sex for weeks…but maybe that was the point. To remind her of her place. She was positive she’d have walked away cum-drunk and thoroughly ruined that day, and maybe in the short term, other things would suffer… But in the long run, she was going places in this hedgefund. And it was all worth it…just for a taste of power, even if it was the dangerous, deviant kind.
