Cherry and I walked to the agency together. We could have gone straight to our track, but Wolfgang had told me to report to him at 7. 00. I was back in my blue floral rah-rah skirt, white cotton thong, knee length white socks, 3″ white slingback wedges and the baby blue sleeveless t-shirt.
Cherry had suggested bunches and used blue ribbons to hold them in place. I looked like a real slut and was ready for my first night on Berlin’s streets. Cherry had slipped into a yellow tube dress and added black hold-ups and 3″ stilettoes to complete her outfit. As we strutted toward the agency, no one would be in any doubt what we were planning to do that night!
When we arrived at the office, it was empty, apart from the young secretary sitting behind her sparse desk. Remembering the way Wolfgang had treated me when I last saw him made me wonder if the cute blonde assistant had a clause in her contract that stipulated violent sex, once a day with her giant boss.
“Beth, you’re late.” she said, as I approached her. Fucking hell, I thought. I looked around but couldn’t see a clock. “Wolfgang was asking if you had arrived. Go straight in.” Her green eyes sparkled up at me and I thought I detected a hint of mischief in her expression.
“I’ll wait out here Beth,” Cherry said, taking the nearest seat to the secretary. I pushed the door open and when I stepped into the room, it automatically closed behind me on some sort of spring. The blonde giant looked up from his paperwork.
“Ah Beth, you’re ten minutes late!” he waved to me to come over toward him.
“Sorry Sir,” I ventured. “I lost track of time.”
I walked forward to stand in front of his desk, where I took the chance to study him in more detail. His thick straw-like hair was ruffled and his steel-grey eyes were lively and intelligent.
“Discipline Beth, I’m going to have to teach you right from wrong. Come round here,” he pushed his swivel chair back on its castors and patted the edge of the desk in front of him. Fuck! I thought, my poor butt’s bruised enough from the previous night’s work, surely he’s not going to thrash me for being ten minutes late?
“Sit yourself up there Beth.”
I was relieved, because I suspected he wanted to fuck me. There was just enough room between his legs and the mahogany desk to squeeze through. I stood still when my knees were up against his and rested my hands on the edge of the wooden surface. I gave him my little Miss Innocent expression and noticed his eyes light up and his thick lips pull into a smile.
“Had any cock today Beth?” he asked.
“I haven’t had yours Sir,” I replied, pulling my rah-rah up to reveal the ‘V’ of my white cotton thong. He lent forward, hooked a finger in the elastic at the front and yanked it down. I helped by pushing it down to my knees and let it drop to the floor.
He gripped my hips and eased me back onto the cold wooden surface. I opened my knees and the big guy stood up and gently pushed me, until I was resting on my elbows, with my butt perched on the edge.
I felt his hands behind my knees, urging me to lift them. I knew what he wanted, so I lifted and pull them back, until they were bent on my chest. I wrapped my arms round the back of my knees ensuring that my bulging labia and anus were at his mercy.
I lifted my head to watch him unfasten his fly and release his monstrous cock, which he immediately grabbed and began prodding the tight swirl of my anus. The bulbous head of his shaft appeared even bigger than I remembered.
“Sir, please spear my pussy, not my butt,” I pleaded. He slapped the back of my thigh, to admonish me, but turned his attention to my juicier portal.
“Alright Beth, I can see you had a tough night last night. But next time I’m going to check out that tight ass of yours!” He slapped me again, on the side of the leg, hurting me with his bear-like paw.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“Stop fucking complaining,” he chided me. “I know you enjoy the pain, or you wouldn’t be whoring!”
He played with my blazing lips, using his thumbs to pull them apart and squeeze my tender folds.
“Ahhhhrrrrrr!” I moaned as he used more force to crush my lips.
I wanted to push my hands down to stop him from hurting me, but desisted, because as he continued to squeeze and rub his fingers back and forth, the pain morphed into an altogether pleasurable sensation.
Suddenly I felt my slick lips being pulled apart again, only this time his tormenting fingers were joined by the crown of his cock. I was so wet he only needed to exert a little pressure and the muscles of my greedy vagina relaxed and gobbled up his full length gratefully.
He had an enormous cock, and when he stated piston fucking my tight orifice I had to grip the edge of the desk to stop myself from shooting across the wooden surface.
He pounded my pussy mercilessly, until he jerked his seed deep into my climaxing body. I lay there gasping for breath, fully satisfied, knowing that I’d just had one of the most pleasurable fucks of my life.
Once he had slipped out of me and sat back into his swivel chair. I wanted to impress him, so I clambered down and knelt between his legs to clean his cock.
He was still hard, so I wanted to see if I could deep throat him. By massaging his balls, rubbing his shaft and lolly-popping him with my tongue, he became rock hard again, making it easier to push my soft palette over his bulbous crown and sink my throat onto his monster cock.
He grabbed my short bunches and rapidly bobbed my head on his granite-like shaft. My throat gripped him and quickly brought him to the point of ejaculation. He let me up a little, so that I could savour the last drops of his jetting jiz. Once I had risen and pulled my skirt back into place I grabbed my thong and retreated to the other side of the desk.