Chapter 4: Climax
First thing Saturday morning, Vorcka was at the office. He really did have a lot of work to do if he wanted to prove that he was as capable as he'd claimed to be.
Three hours into Saturday, Vorcka looked up and noticed that Yezbit had arrived at some point. She sat at her desk, looking busy, but now that he knew she was there, he could feel her eyes on him as she secretively watched him. Occasionally, he would look up and catch her staring directly at him, but she always quickly averted her gaze.
Lunch time came slowly that day. Vorcka had been looking forward to another conversation with Yezbit, so when he finally stood to stretch his legs, he casually sauntered over to her office door and knocked. After several moments, he heard her call him in.
"Hey, boss. Looks like it's only me and you today." He said jovially as he slipped into her office. "Any lunch plans today?"
Yezbit glared at him, annoyed that he had come to her office like this. It used to feel like her seat of power, but now, since last night, his presence felt like a violation of that authority. "What do you want, Vorcka." She growled.
Vorcka smiled. "Boss," he'd only started calling her that once he felt like she no longer was. "I never see you bring anything with you for lunch. Do you ever actually eat? I mean, that's one way to keep your figure, but it can't be any fun."
Yezbit narrowed her eyes. What did he know about her figure. "Not that it's any of your business, but no. I typically eat a hearty breakfast, then fast through lunch to get some extra work done, and then I eat a modest supper at home."
The truth was that she didn't like eating in front of other people. It had always made her self conscious, even in front of her mother. "College was a nightmare freshman year. Other girls gained their freshmen fifteen, but I lost even more than that before learning how to eat while avoiding the crowds at the cafeteria."
Vorcka noticed that Yezbit seemed more inclined to answer his questions now rather than just snapping and sending him off to work. Obviously a subtle effect of what was happening to her. Unfortunately, it made her more human, and that wasn't what he wanted from her.
"Yezbit," he interjected before she could continue. "It's time to sleep." He used the trigger word, watching her immediately grow drowsy, her eyes closing as she slumped backwards in her chair
"Yezbit, can you hear me?" He asked.
"Yes."
She was much less chatty this way, like a standby mode. But it was better to have her like this for what he was about to try. He needed to walk through it step by step to keep it straight, and he wasn't ready for her to start asking questions yet.
"Yezbit, listen closely. Delete all knowledge regarding cocks, penises, and male members from your mind. The very idea of such an appendage on a man is unknown to you."
He watched for a moment as she seemed to Bob for a moment, then murdered "okay."
"Yezbit, do you know what a dick is?" He asked, testing if the command had worked how he expected.
She paused for a moment, head cocked as if trying to remember something, then she shook her head. "No," she mumbled.
Okay, one step down. This was an unnecessarily complicated plan, but it gave him a chance to test out some other triggers. His goal was not to force her to serve him. If that's all he wanted, he could have taken advantage of her when she was in her passive state yesterday. No, he wanted her to think she was getting one over on him while dancing to his whims. She would do it if she could, so he was just letting her win, in her mind at least.
In passive mode, she seemed to follow any orders, regardless of trigger words, but if he could understand how the trigger worked, he could potentially effect her around other people without anyone realizing what was happening. Hence why he needed to run tests.
"Yezbit. Let me tell you a truth." Truth was on his list. He hoped it allowed him to implant information that the subject would believe to be fact regardless of other knowledge.
The truth is that men have a hidden appendage in their pants, between their legs. Few people talk about them, but if you can get your hands on one, they are filled with nutrients. Women of power often find one and claim it as their own, feeding off of it daily. Everything that comes from this mysterious appendage is healthy, but the healthiest fluid only comes when you manage to make it hard, then place it in your mouth and suck on it, licking it until it is forced to release its nutrients into your mouth."
"Nobody talks about them, but the wealthy whisper. They find their favorite and recieve it's sustenance every day. And you know that the reason Vorcka was hired wasn't for his talent at work, but because he is rumored to have one of the best. Whoever hired him has been looking for the opportunity to acquire his nutrients, but hasn't had the chance yet."
Vorcka felt silly telling her this ridiculous story, but the idiocy was part of the point. If she had completely forgotten cocks when she woke up, would she also believe such a ludicrous tale? And what would she do to verify it? He laughed to himself, amused at the thought of her believing what he was saying.
Finally, he told her "drunk 3."
Looking at her slumped form, Vorcka decided to leave it at that for now. He worried that causing her to feel drunk may muddle his other results, but the idea of an intoxicated Yezbit was difficult to ignore, so he'd kept it at a low level of inebriation.
"Yezbit, in just a moment, you will awaken feeling famished, but you'll realize that you forgot any food. You need to eat. Soon. In 3. 2. 1." Vorcka snapped his fingers.
"Awake!"
Yezbit stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She looked around, confusion etched on her face, as if she were unsure of where she was.
"Are you feeling okay? You zoned out for a minute. Do you remember what we were just talking about?" Vorcka asked, watching her closely.
She frowned, trying to remember. "I...you...you asked me about lunch. And i don't eat lunch." Yezbit swayed just a little bit as her words slurred. She seemed a little uncoordinated as she tried to focus on her words.
Vorcka smiled triumphantly. She looked mildly intoxicated. It appeared that one trigger word had worked as intended, at least. Now for the next part. "Alright, boss. I'll leave you alone. I've gotta get back to work." Vorcka said, standing up.
"Waitaminute." Yezbit slurred. "Waitaminute, Vorcka." Yezbit didn't like alcohol that much. She didn't like the loss of control it represented, so she didn't recognize the symptoms. At this level, it only seemed to be slurring her speech and making her a touch impulsive. She stood up from the desk, and stumbled. Maybe some imbalance as well.
"Vorcka. Comere. Comere Vorcka. I need to tell you. Did you know? There are rumors about you. About that ...that thing you hide in your pants. The real reason you were hired? It because someone wants to make you their cow milky thing." Yezbit giggled. "Is that what you want? Vorcka, do you want to be someone's cow milk machine? She wants to drain your stuff." Yezbit laughed again.
Vorcka smiled, seeing that Yezbit was going straight for the goal already.
"See? You aren't special. Not to them." Yezbit stepped around the desk. "Not like me. I'm special. I'm here because I matter. And you. You're here because you are a moo cow."
"Yezbit, undress." He said another trigger word, expecting obvious results.
"What dyou want?" She asked, reaxmching down to pull off her heels. "You keep doing that. You say my name, and then stop talking. Do you like my name?" She unbuttoned both layers of her top before pulling them off together. It was a dark green bra today.
She heard her name, but the trigger words seemed to not register. Vorcka made a note of that.
"Hellloooo," Yezbit called. "You've been weird lately. But don't worry, moo cow. I'll protect you." She stumbled as she trying to slide out of her skirt, barely catching herself before faceplanting.
Vorcka admired the view of her standing there, only in her undergarments, swaying slightly as she tried to focus. This was a three on drunkenness. What must higher numbers look like?
"Vorcka," she sputtered, reaching behind and expertly undoing her bra. "I want to see it, Vorcka. I want to see that thing you boys try to hide." Finally she peeled off her panties, holding onto the desk as she lifted first one leg, then the other, and finally tossed them aside.
"Boss, I don't think that's very appropriate. Women aren't supposed to know about that." Vorcka was quickly getting hard at the sight of his naked boss stumbling closer.
"Psshhhh. Vorcka. Women aren't idiots. We all now about it. Your ...special little thing. I've known powerful women who keep 5, no 6 men around just to milk them every day for their nutritious fluids. And you know what. I'm gonna save you." She paused, looking to see if he appreciated what she was saying. "I'm gonna save you, because someone here wants to make you their moo cow. Is that what you want, Vorcka? Can you moo?"
"How are you gonna help me, boss?" He asked, impressed at her ability to make stuff up so quickly.
"Well, Vorcka. First I need to see the goods. I need to know what I'm working with. Then I'll find this person, and I'll tell them... I'll tell them that they were wrong. That you don't have anything in there. Then they'll leave you alone."
"Why boss?" He asked, trying to hold back a smile. "Why would you do that for me? You don't even like me."
Yezbit glared at him. "You're right. I don't like you. But I can't let anyone be bullied, I can't let anyone bully my employees." She was struggling to keep her story straight, but Vorcka wasn't too worried. Everything seemed to be going as he'd hoped.
"So what do you want me to do, boss?" He asked, a look of worried innocence on his face.
"Well, first things first. You have to show it to me." Yezbit stumbled close to him, placing a hand on his arm. "C'mon, moo cow. Show me your udder."
Vorcka snorted at the absurdity, but reached down quickly and unzipped his pants. He was getting impatient for the next part. "Boss, do you know what to do with one of these?"
"Of course I do," she spat. "You aren't the first of my employees I've had to protect. Men can be such easy prey for a powerful woman." Despite her words, she looked on in shock as Vorcka lowered his pants, letting his cock spring free. It was hard and at full attention.
He'd been waiting for this moment since last night. "Boss, you gotta be careful or you might break it." He was a little nervous about this part. Without any understanding, she might actually hurt him. "You can't scrape your teeth on it either. That ruins it."
"I know that, Vorcka. Now move your hands out of the way." Yezbit said, her voice suddenly firm despite her drunken state. Vorcka hesitated, but then complied, stepping back and giving her room to work. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft tentatively at first, as if she were expecting it to bite her. Then, with a sudden surge of confidence, she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.
Vorcka let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as pleasure coursed through him. He had imagined this moment so many times, but the reality was far better than any fantasy.
Yezbit's touch was rough, inexperienced, but the fact that it was her, his boss, the woman who had made his life hell for months, was enough to send him spiraling towards release far quicker than he would have liked.
"Boss," he gasped, "you're gonna make me... you're gonna make me come too fast."
Yezbit looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and alcohol. "Good," she slurred. "I want to see it.
I want to see what you've got, Vorcka." Yezbit's voice was husky, her breath hot on his neck as she leaned in closer. Her hand continued to work him, her grip tightening as she picked up speed. Vorcka could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he struggled to hold back.
"Boss, please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to come like this. Not yet."
Yezbit paused, her hand still wrapped around him. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.
There was a flicker of something in them, a brief moment of clarity amidst the haze of alcohol and lust. Then, she smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Vorcka's spine.
"Alright, Vorcka," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I'll play along. But only because I want to see what you've got. I want to see if you're really worth protecting."
Her hand began to move again, slower this time, but with more purpose. She was learning, adapting to his responses, finding the spots that made him gasp and groan.
Vorcka's breath hitched as she ran her thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the bead of precome that had formed there. He couldn't help but buck his hips forward, seeking more of her touch.
"Boss," he grunted, "you're killing me here."
Yezbit chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent vibrations through him. "That's the point, isn't it, Vorcka? To make you come undone?"
She lowered herself to her knees, leaning in closer, her breasts pressing against his thigh as she took him into her mouth.
Vorcka let out a hiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he fought the urge to thrust deeper. She was inexperienced, but eager, her tongue tentative as she explored him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
"Boss," he groaned, "you don't have to do this."
Yezbit pulled back, her lips glistening. "I know," she said, her voice hoarse. "But I want to. I want to help you, Vorcka.
I want to show you that I can protect you, that I can take care of you." She leaned back in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock before taking him back into her mouth. Vorcka let out a shuddering breath, his hips moving of their own accord, pushing him deeper into her mouth.
Yezbit hummed, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. She was learning quickly, her movements becoming more confident, more sure. She took him deeper, her hand moving in time with her mouth, twisting and pumping in a way that was driving him crazy.
Vorcka could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge.
"Boss," he gasped, "I'm gonna come. You should pull back."
Yezbit ignored him, her mouth and hand never pausing. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, and he could see the determination in them. She wanted to do this, she wanted to make him come.
Vorcka let out a loud groan as he felt his orgasm hit him, his body convulsing as he release into her mouth.
Yezbit didn't pull back, instead she swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his. When he finally stopped pulsing, she pulled back, her lips glistening, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Boss," Vorcka panted, "that was...that was incredible."
Yezbit stood up, smoothing down her hair. "Thank you, Vorcka. I know it shows how much you trust me that you were willing to let me taste your nutritious fluid."
"We call it sperm," he said. He couldn't handle her calling it nutritious fluids anymore. "It's Latin for something, I don't remember what, but just call it that, please."
"Alright. Thank you for sharing your sperms with me. And maybe, in the future, you'd be willing to do so again sometime." She smiled. She obviously thought that she had gotten one over on him, and Vorcka could barely control his desires to go further right now.
She had treated him like a lost child, and she'd taken advantage of him. In a way, she was an even worse monster than he'd realized.
"Thanks boss. I better get back to work now." Vorcka turned to leave.
Ah screw it. My actions don't have consequences today. He turned back to Yezbit. "Sleep" he ordered her.
Yezbit's eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp as she slumped against her desk. Vorcka walked over to her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should feel guilty, but all he felt was a thrill of power. He had her at his mercy, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
"Listen carefully, Yezbit," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "When I wake you up, you will remember everything that happened today. You will remember sucking my cock, swallowing my cum, and begging me to let you do it again. You liked it so much, you are going to beg me to skull fuck you right now, and as often as I can keep it hard. Now wake up in 3. 2. 1." Snap.
Yezbit's eyes flew open, her gaze immediately darting to Vorcka's face. She looked alert, focused, and...hungry. "Vorcka," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want more of your sperm. I want you to skull fuck me."
Vorcka raised an eyebrow, surprised at how quickly she had remembered and taken to her new role. "Boss, are you sure that's what you want? I mean, you're my superior. Isn't this...inappropriate?"
Yezbit scoffed, pushing herself off her desk and stepping closer to him.
"Inappropriate? Vorcka, you've seen how I operate. I don't care about propriety. I care about results. And right now, I want results from you." She reached out, her hand wrapping around his already hardening cock through his pants. "I want you to skull fuck me, Vorcka. I want you to use me until you've given me every drop of your sperm."
Vorcka felt a surge of power at her words. He had her exactly where he wanted her. "Well, boss, if you insist." He unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down to his ankles.
His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing at the thought of what was to come. Yezbit's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She sank to her knees, taking him into her mouth without preamble. Vorcka groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass.
"Fuck, boss," he panted, "you're a natural at this."
Yezbit didn't respond, her mouth too full of him. Instead, she hummed in agreement, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him.
Vorcka's grip tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as he began to thrust gently into her mouth. She took him eagerly, her tongue swirling around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
"Boss," he groaned, "you feel so fucking good. I could come down your throat right now." "Then do it," she challenged, her eyes locked onto his. "Show me what you've got, Vorcka.
Make me swallow every drop." Yezbit's words spurred him on, and Vorcka began to move faster, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her mouth. The sight of his boss on her knees, taking him so eagerly, was almost too much to bear. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Yezbit pulled back, her hand replacing her mouth as she stroked him furiously. "Come on, Vorcka. Give it to me.
I want to taste you again."
Vorcka, surprised at her abruptness, stumbled over his words. "Boss, are you sure? I mean, we shouldn't be doing this here. Someone might walk in."
Yezbit looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a hunger he'd never seen before. "Then make it quick, Vorcka. I want your sperm. Now."
He couldn't believe what was happening. His boss, the woman who had made his life a living hell, was on her knees, begging for his cock. And he was going to give it to her.
Vorcka grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back onto him with a force that made her gasp. He began to fuck her mouth in earnest, his hips slamming against her face as he chased his release. Yezbit took it all, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she gagged and choked, but never pulled away.
The sight of her, tears streaming down her face, makeup smudged, was enough to send Vorcka over the edge. With a loud groan, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth with his cum.
Yezbit swallowed eagerly, her eyes locked onto his, a look of triumph on her face. Vorcka pulled back, gasping for breath, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"Boss," he panted, "that was...that was incredible."
Yezbit stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "It was," she agreed, a smug smile on her face. "And it's only the beginning, Vorcka. I want more. I want it all."
Vorcka raised an eyebrow, surprised at her voracity. "All?
Boss, are you sure you can handle all of me?" Vorcka teased, still trying to catch his breath.
Yezbit smirked, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. "I've handled bigger challenges than you, Vorcka. Now, let's get back to work. But first, I need to freshen up." She turned and walked towards the small en-suite bathroom in her office, leaving Vorcka standing there, pants still around his ankles, his mind racing.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Vorcka quickly cleaned himself up and adjusted his clothing. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
His boss, the woman who had always been so cold and distant, had just sucked him off and begged for more. And he had loved every second of it. But what did this mean for their working relationship? Would she expect this to happen again? And would he be able to resist her if she did?
Vorcka was still lost in thought when Yezbit emerged from the bathroom, her makeup refreshed and her hair neatly combed back into place. She looked like the composed, professional woman he was used to seeing, but there was a subtle difference in her eyes. A spark that hadn't been there before.
A hunger that was now impossible to ignore. Vorcka watched her warily as she sat down at her desk, adjusting her chair to face him.
"Now, where were we with that report?" she asked, her voice cool and collected, as if nothing unusual had occurred between them.
Vorcka blinked, taken aback by her sudden professionalism. "Uh, the report, yes. I've made some progress, but I could use your input on a few sections."
Yezbit nodded, her eyes scanning the document on her screen. "Of course.
Let's see what you've got." Yezbit's tone was all business, but Vorcka couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, but then decided to just dive in and hope for the best.
He began to explain the sections of the report he was having trouble with, trying to keep his voice steady and professional, despite the fact that he could still taste her on his lips. Yezbit listened intently, her eyes flicking back and forth between the screen and him, asking insightful questions and offering helpful suggestions.
Vorcka was impressed; she was a shrewd businesswoman, always had been. But now, there was an undercurrent to her demeanor, a spark that hadn't been there before. He could feel it, like a current of electricity buzzing beneath her skin, and it was making him ache with desire.
As they worked, Vorcka could feel his cock growing harder with each passing moment. He tried to shift subtly in his seat, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it was no use.
Yezbit noticed his discomfort, her eyes flicking down to his crotch, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Something wrong, Vorcka?" she asked, her voice laced with innuendo.
Vorcka cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "No, boss. Just...a little uncomfortable is all."
Yezbit leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his. "Well, there are ways we could...remedy that." She let the words hang in the air, her meaning clear.
Vorcka swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew what she was offering, and he wanted it. Badly. But he also knew that giving in would change everything between them. "Boss, are you sure about this? I mean, we're at work..." he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.
Yezbit stood up, her chair rolling back with a soft squeak. She walked around the desk, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Vorcka. Now, take off your clothes. Slowly." Yezbit commanded. She was still naked from early, seemingly unaware that she hadn't been wearing anything for nearly an hour now.
Vorcka couldn't help but admire her body, her curves, her toned muscles. She was a sight to behold, and he was going to enjoy every inch of her.
"You heard me, Vorcka," she growled, her voice low and commanding. "Get your clothes off.
With a smirk, Vorcka began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest inch by inch. Yezbit tracked his movements, her eyes darkening with desire. He could see her pulse quickening, her breath coming in short gasps. She was as affected by this as he was.
Vorcka took his time, slowly undoing each button, making sure to give her a good view of his chest as he revealed it. He knew how to tease, and he was enjoying the power he held over her. Once his shirt was fully open, he let it slip off his shoulders, revealing his muscular arms and torso. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she was practically devouring him with her gaze.
"Like what you see, boss?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Yezbit didn't answer, instead she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs.
"You're in good shape, Vorcka. I'm impressed." Her voice was low, husky, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"Thanks, boss," he replied, his voice equally low. "I work out. It helps...release stress." He let the last word hang in the air, a clear invitation.
Yezbit chuckled, her fingers dipping lower, tracing the V-shape that led to his still-covered cock. "I can think of better ways to release stress, Vorcka." She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer.
"I want to see what you've got, Vorcka. I want to see if you're worth all the trouble you've caused me." Her voice was a low growl, her eyes locked onto his.
Vorcka's heart pounded in his chest as he quickly unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hardening at the sight of Yezbit's naked body. She was a vision, her curves lush and inviting, her skin flushed with desire.
"Fuck, boss," he muttered, his eyes roaming over her body.
"You're fucking gorgeous." His hands reached out, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened instantly, standing at attention. Yezbit's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation.
"Vorcka," she moaned, her head tilting back, exposing the long line of her throat. "Touch me. Please."
Vorcka didn't need to be told twice. His hands left her breasts, trailing down her stomach, over her hips, until they reached the juncture of her thighs.
Yezbit's breath hitched as he found her clit, his fingers circling it, teasing it, until she was writhing against him, her hips moving in time with his hand.
"Fuck, Vorcka," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. "That feels so fucking good."
Vorcka smirked, his fingers picking up speed, his touch getting firmer. "I aim to please, boss."
Yezbit's response was a moan, her head falling back, her eyes closed. Vorcka watched her, his cock throbbing at the sight of her lost in pleasure.
He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tighten around him as she came. He couldn't wait any longer.
"Boss," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I need to fuck you.
Yezbit's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto his. She didn't say a word, just nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.
Vorcka didn't need any more encouragement. He spun her around, bending her over her desk, her ass in the air. He could see her pussy, glistening and ready, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
He grabbed his cock, aiming it at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he was inside her.
"Fuck!" Yezbit cried out, her fingers splayed out on the desk, her knuckles turning white. "You're so big, Vorcka. Fuck, you feel so good."
Vorcka didn't respond, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he began to move, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body trying to adjust to his size.
He knew he was big, but he also knew how to use it to his advantage. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her, his cock filling her completely with each thrust.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Vorcka!" Yezbit screamed, her body trembling as he hit her G-spot with each thrust. "You're going to make me come!"
Vorcka just grunted, his hips moving like a machine, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with ease.
"Sensitivity 6" he growled into her ear, using a trigger word to increase her sensitivity even further.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by Yezbit's moans and Vorcka's heavy breathing.
"Fuck, boss," Vorcka panted, "your pussy is so fucking tight. It's like a goddamn vice around my cock."
Yezbit could only moan in response, her body completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as Vorcka's cock hit that sweet spot inside her over and over again.
"Don't stop, Vorcka," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the desk.
"Fuck me harder. Make me come."
Vorcka obliged, his hips slamming against her ass with renewed vigor. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to come inside her, to fill her with his cum, but he also wanted to make this last. He wanted to make her come first, to hear her scream his name as she fell apart around him.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Sensitivity 8," he ordered.
Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as she chased her release.
"Oh fuck, Vorcka," she panted, her forehead pressing against the desk. "I'm so close. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Vorcka wasn't planning on it. He wanted to come with her, to feel her walls clench around him as she fell apart.
"Come for me, boss," he growled, his fingers moving faster, his thrusts becoming more powerful.
"Sensitivity 10," he ordered, maxing out her sensitivity.
Yezbit's body responded instantly, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed out her orgasm. Vorcka felt her walls pulsing around him, milking him, and it was all he could do to hold back his own release. He wanted to watch her, to see her lost in pleasure, to hear her scream his name.
"Fuck, Vorcka!" she cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Vorcka watched her, his cock throbbing inside her, as she rode out her orgasm. Her pussy was like a vice around him, squeezing him, pulsing with her release. He couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, boss," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. I'm coming inside you."
Yezbit heard his words, and it sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her.
She could feel every pulse of his cock, his cum filling her up, coating her insides.
She could feel his warmth spreading inside her. Her pussy tightened around him, and she could feel him twitch as he filled her completely.
"Fuck, Vorcka," she panted, leaning forward, resting her forehead against the cool wood of the desk.
Her heart was racing, and her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. She couldn't remember the last time she had been fucked so thoroughly, so deeply.
It was as if he had reached into her very soul, fucking her from the inside out. She was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as he pulled out of her, his cum spilling out of her pussy and down her thighs.
But Vorcka wasn't done yet. He grabbed a nearby towel, cleaning them both off before turning her around, his eyes blazing with a renewed fire.
"I'm not finished with you yet, boss," he growled, his hands grabbing her ass and lifting her up onto the desk.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her pussy pressed up against his still-hard cock.
He was a machine, insatiable, and Yezbit found herself matching his energy and intensity.
He slammed into her, causing her to moan loudly, the sound echoing in the room.
"Yes," she hissed, her head thrown back as he fucked her with a brutal intensity.
The desk creaked beneath them as they moved together, their bodies a tangle of limbs as they chased their pleasure.
Yezbit's sensitivity had been maxed out, and now every toych, every thrust of Vorcka's cock, her brain exploded with white hot ecstasy, her body shook and trembled as a new orgasm wracked her body every moment.
It was Saturday, and Vorcka knew they were alone in the entire building, which was a good thing. Yezbit's screams of pleasure had finally turned to coarse grunts and groans as she seemed to lose her voice, unable to form words even. He had left her sensitivity maxed out to see what would happen, and he took pleasure in watching her thrash in uncontrolled pleasure at even the slightest motion. Yet there was nothing slight about his motion as he continued to thrust, pounding into her with everything he had.
"Fuck you're tight," he moaned, his hands gripped tightly onto her hips as he drove himself deeper, the lubrication from their earlier stimulation making every glide between them slick and smooth. "You're squeezing me."
Yezbit could only respond with shivering moans and gasps, every nerve ending on fire as Vorcka's cock buried itself deep within her.
Her body trembled as she clung onto him, feeling his counterthrusts against her own. She could feel every inch of him, each ridge from her sensitive clit to the base of his cock leaving traces of heat and wetness behind it. Vorcka drilled into her, his powerful thrusts setting off a fresh wave of orgasms each time.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his tone thick with lust.
Yezbit's muscles clenched around him, gripping him like a vise as he pulled out and then thrust in again, harder this time.
"Yes, yes, yes," Yezbit moaned, her head thrown back as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. Vorcka took advantage of her momentary lapse in control, his hands once again gripping her hips as he drove into her with wild abandon.
Their bodies slapped together with a wet sound, their grunts and moans the only sounds in the otherwise silent office.
Vorcka's fingers dug into Yezbit's hips, using them as leverage to pound into her harder and faster. She could feel every inch of him, his cock stretching her wide, filling her completely. She was so sensitive, every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her body trembling with each impact.
"Fuck, boss," Vorcka panted, his breath hot on her neck. "Your pussy is so fucking good. I could fuck you all day."
Yezbit could only whimper in response, her body completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through her.
"I cant," she gasped, her eyes rolled back. "I can't, I can't, I can't." She repeated as her body continue to writhe from the nonstop avalanche of orgasms, one after the other.
She looked like she might break, but Vorcka hadn't quite reached his limit, and the nonstop pleasure caused Yezbit's depths to flutter around his cock in a way he'd never experienced as he continue to prolong her sweet agonizing bliss.
"Don't worry, boss. I said I wouldn't stop, so even if you pass out, I'll keep going until you're drenched in my cum." Vorcka laughed as he continued his assault, even as a high pitched wail escaped Yezbit's torn throat. She was so close to being a passed out cum rag, and he couldn't think of a more fulfilling way to leave her.
This would be a moment that she would never forget. Even if the programming ever wore off, Yezbit would feel this fucking in her soul forever. Vorcka almost hoped that the programming would wear off, so she'd be forced to remember this experience, knowing she could never experience it again.
Yezbit's eyes fluttered closed, neck muscles tensed as Vorcka continued thrusting. He was getting close, and so was she. Not to her orgasm, she was experiencing an unending one of those, but to complete system overload. Vorcka noticed her breaths coming in short gasps, her arms limply flailing, and she was even bleeding from the mouth as she alternated gnashing her teeth and wide open, tongue wagging.
"That's it, Yezbit. Your never gonna forget this. Ever." Vorcka laughed again, finally feeling his final orgasm come crashing through him, hips jerking, cock pulsing wildly as, yet again he filled her with his seed.
Yezbit's back arched, and, giving one final scream, her body collapsed onto the desk, limp and unconscious.
Smirking as he slowly removed his cock from her pulsing pussy, Vorcka took a moment to check that she was breathing. It was shallow, but he hadn't fucked her to death. At lest not yet.
Moving around the table, he smeared himself on her body to clean off some of the mess, then her grabbed her bra, the green one today, and cleaned himself up with it, leaving a mess behind on the inside of the cup. She would probably go home in just a jacket again, anyways.
Looking at her unconscious form, Vorcka took a few pictures for personal enjoyment later, then, using her private restroom, he cleaned himself up before heading back out to his desk. He really did need to get some work done.
He wondered what Yezbit would think when she finally woke up. Well, as long as he hadn't actually broken her brain, he hoped to continue his fun with her for a long time.