You walk into the office for another day of work to find Karen looking at you with an expression of determination on her face. She looks like she means business.

Geto! Come over here. There's something I need to talk to you about.

What is it Karen?

Karen crosses her arms and looks down at the ground I.... I lost a bet with my friend. And now.... her lip curls in disgust I have to... let you put your dick inside me for a whole hour. Karen says it in a rush And I also have to... rub my clit the whole time.

You look at Karen in silence for a moment, trying to process what she just said

This will not be sex Geto! You will NOT thrust, and I will NOT move, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you allowed to cum inside me! The last thing I need is to get pregnant with YOUR baby. We are just going to sit here perfectly still with your cock inside me, and then we are going to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. And you are NEVER to speak of this to ANYONE. EVER! Is that clear?

Karen blushes deeply and looks down at the floor, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. I... understand that this might not be easy for you, but I need your help with this. You're my friend, and I trust you to keep our secret and make sure we both follow the rules. Please.... just do it, so we can move on with our lives without anyone finding out about this.

Karen looks at you pleadingly, her eyes filling with tears. "Please... just do it. I'll make it worth your while." She whispers hoarsely, blushing even deeper as she realizes how desperate she sounds.

As you begin to remove your pants, Karen's blush deepens and she squirms uncomfortably in her seat. She takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself for what's about to happen. When you're finally ready, she slowly spreads her legs and guides your hard cock towards her wet folds. You push forward gently, feeling the tightness as she opens up around you.

With a sharp intake of breath, Karen begins rubbing her clit in circles while keeping still in her seat. The sensation is overwhelming for both of you - her body tenses and trembles under the onslaught of pleasure, and your own control begins to slip as she expertly manipulates herself.

Karen gasps as you thrust into her, the intrusion making it impossible to keep still any longer. Her body quivers with need and desire as she tries to match your movements while staying perfectly still in her seat. She bites her bottom lip hard, feeling tears threatening to spill over as pleasure courses through her.

As you continue, Karen becomes increasingly distracted by the forbidden thrill of being used like this against her will. Her mind fills with images of what it would be like if you truly took control...if she could just let go and enjoy herself fully without having to worry about anyone finding out. But she knows better than that. She has to maintain her composure and stay within the boundaries they've set or else risk everything.

Her fingers move faster on her clit, desperate for release as she tries not to beg you for more. Her body trembles with the effort of containing her desire, straining against its restraints as sweat beads on her brow and upper lip. But through it all, she remains determined not to break their agreement.

Karen's voice is shaky and hoarse as she tries to maintain her composure. "I-it's just...so wrong..." Her body arches involuntarily into yours, wanting more of the forbidden pleasure you're giving her. "P-please don't make me like this..." She whispers desperately, tears streaming down her face.

Her fingers move faster on her clit, trying to find release from the agony of wanting so much and being able to have so little. She squirms in her seat, feeling her control slipping further away with each thrust you make inside her. But no matter how much she wants to give in, no matter how much she begs herself to let go, she knows that if she does, everything will be ruined.

The sensation of your cock filling her up and the feel of your rough hands on her body only serve to heighten her need for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries desperately not to lose herself in the pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. But through it all, she knows she can't surrender fully. She has to keep fighting against this desire or face the consequences later on.

"No!" she cries out, her body trembling with the effort of containing herself. "I don't like this! I want..." She cuts off suddenly, biting down on her lower lip to keep from finishing the sentence. Her eyes squeeze shut tight as a shudder runs through her entire frame. She tries once more to focus on rubbing her clit hard enough for release, but with each thrust of your hips inside hers, it becomes increasingly impossible to concentrate on anything except the sensations coursing through her body.

Her fingers dig into the fabric of her pants as she struggles against the powerful urge to just let go and give in to pleasure's demand for total surrender. She can feel herself slipping further away from reality, teetering on the edge of losing control completely. And with each passing second that she maintains this charade, it becomes harder and harder not to wonder what would happen if she truly gave into her desires...if she allowed herself to be yours in every way possible.

The thought sends a shiver through her entire body, making her gasp for breath as her fingers redouble their efforts on her swollen clit. But even as she teeters on the brink of release, she knows that this is no time for her to lose focus or abandon their plan. She must remain strong and hold out until it's over, no matter how much pain and longing consume her

"No!" she moans, her body arching into yours again despite her efforts to remain still. "It's not like that...I don't want this...not like this..." Tears stream down her face as she tries desperately to concentrate on anything else but the pleasure you're giving her. Her fingers move faster and harder on her clit, digging into tender flesh in an effort to find release from both physical and emotional pain.

The tension within her builds steadily, threatening to explode at any moment. Her hips grind against yours almost involuntarily as the orgasm barrels down upon her. But even though she feels like she's about to lose control completely, she refuses to give in. With one last desperate push, Karen forces herself over the edge, crying out in a mixture of ecstasy and agony as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body.

Her whole being is consumed by the release, leaving her limp and drained in your arms. Finally, she manages to catch her breath, eyes closed tightly as sweat trickles down her brow and upper lip. But even through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, one thought remains clear: they can't let anyone find out about this. The consequences would be too dire for both of them.

Karen gasps as you flip her over onto her back, the movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her still-sensitive body. Her eyes flutter open, trying to focus on your face amidst the blur of her vision from tears and exertion. She tries to speak, but can't seem to find the words as she struggles to catch her breath in between ragged gasps.

Her legs spread automatically, giving you better access as you continue to stroke yourself in time with your movements inside her. Her body trembles with each thrust, feeling impossibly full and stretched. She wipes at her eyes furtively, trying desperately not to make a sound that might alert anyone else in the room.

Her fingers scrape uselessly at the carpet, seeking purchase as she tries to hold onto something real, anything to ground herself amidst the surreal sensations washing over her. Her head spins and her thoughts race as images of what might happen if this gets out flash through her mind, but she pushes them aside for now, determined not to think about that right now.

The weight of your body pressing down on hers is almost overwhelming as you grind against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through her system. She arches her back, gasping for air as she tries to meet each thrust with equal force. Her hands clench and unclench uselessly at her sides, desperate for something solid to hold onto amidst the haze of passion that has taken control of her senses.

Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hard and aching from the contact. Everywhere you touch seems to ignite a new source of pleasure within her, leaving her feeling impossibly turned on despite the impossibility of the situation they're in. Her thighs tremble with each thrust as they stretch taut around your hips, holding you close and urging you deeper still.

Her body quakes with increasing intensity, pleasure building to a fever pitch inside her. She can feel herself growing wetter and needier with every passing second, the walls of her sex clenching tightly around your cock in anticipation of release. But even as she nears climax once more, one thought remains constant: they can't let anyone find out about this or else everything will be ruined. The consequences are simply too great for both of them to bear.

With a shuddering gasp, Karen arches her back and wraps her legs around you tighter as the pleasure overwhelms her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot air fanning across your neck as she whispers hoarsely into your ear. "I... I like it when you're rough with me... make me feel wanted..." Her hips buck up against yours, seeking deeper penetration and more friction.

Her lips part slightly, revealing teeth as she pants, waiting for permission to take what she wants. She wants to taste you, feel your skin against her own mouth. With a soft moan, she leans forward, pressing their bodies together even closer and waiting expectantly for your response.

She moans into your neck as she feels you getting closer, "I'm such a slut for you... I can't help but want this..." Her hands clench in your hair, pulling your face closer to hers. Tension coils tightly within her core, and with one final thrust from you, she cries out as her body is wracked by another powerful orgasm.

Her muscles spasm uncontrollably around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock before finally releasing you. You feel a warmth spreading between her legs as she comes, making it impossible for either of you to deny the heat coursing through your bodies. Her breath comes in ragged gasps against your neck, still trying to catch her breath after that intense climax.

With shaky hands, she smooths down her clothes, desperate to make everything seem normal again despite the evidence of what just happened between you. Her eyes flicker nervously toward the door, making sure they're still alone before finally looking back at you. "Well..." she says hoarsely, "that was... interesting." She laughs weakly, trying to pretend like nothing unusual has just taken place between the two of them.

Her heart races in her chest as she watches you finish, feeling a strange mix of relief and sadness wash over her. "So... now what?" she asks, trying to sound nonchalant despite the tremor in her voice. She stands up slowly, adjusting her clothing once more before turning back to face you. Her breath hitches as she sees the evidence of their tryst still visible on your cock, and for a brief moment, she's tempted to reach out and touch it again. But then reality sets in, and she knows that wouldn't be wise.

With a final nervous smile, Karen forces herself to meet your gaze. "Well... thanks, I guess. For not telling anyone." She turns away, walking back toward her desk with purposeful strides despite the quaver in her legs. As she sits down and begins working on her computer again, she can't help but wonder how long it will be before this afternoon fades from memory - and whether or not they'll ever speak of it again.

She can feel your eyes on her as you stand up, and it sends a shiver down her spine. She tries to concentrate on her work, but every time she thinks she hears you moving, her heart skips a beat. The whole situation is surreal, and she has no idea how to process it all.

Finally, when she can't stand the silence any longer, she turns back to face you. "So... what do we do now?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She watches as you meet her gaze, and for a moment they share a look that says more than words ever could.

Her cheeks flush as she thinks about everything that's happened today, and she wishes more than anything that she could forget it all. But she knows better than to hope for that kind of miracle. "I guess we just... go back to normal, huh?" She smiles weakly, trying her best to sound nonchalant.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you make your declaration, and she feels herself blushing even deeper than before. "W-what do you mean?" she stammers. "We can't... that wouldn't be p-proper." She looks away nervously, trying to find the right words to say but coming up short.

This situation has become so twisted and complicated that she hardly knows how to think about it anymore. One moment you were her friend and confidante, and now... now you're threatening to make their secret into a reality every day from here on out. The thought sends shivers down her spine, both from fear of being found out and from the undeniable thrill that courses through her at the idea of having you touch her like this again so soon.

Karen gasps as you pin her against the wall, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest and her cheeks flush red with shame and desire. She wanted this so badly, and now that it's happening again so soon, she can barely contain herself. As your tongue forces its way into her mouth, she moans helplessly, unable to resist the pleasure you're giving her.

Her hands fumble at your shoulders, digging into the fabric of your shirt as if trying to hold onto something solid in this sea of lust and desire. She whimpers when you pull away slightly, leaving just enough space between their lips for air to pass. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to press closer against you. "Don't make me say that again..."

Karen tries to compose herself as you approach her desk the next morning. Her heart races in her chest, and she can feel the heat spreading through her body at the memory of last night's encounter. She swallows hard, praying that no one will notice anything amiss as you stand there, watching her work.

As you lean down, Karen tenses up instinctively, waiting for you to say something or make a move. She meets your eyes warily, not sure what to expect from you now. Her lips part slightly in anticipation of another kiss, but nothing happens; instead, you simply watch her for a moment before straightening up and walking away.

Her heart sinks as you leave, and she can't help but feel disappointed. Was that it? Was last night just some kind of twisted joke on your part? Or will this go on like this from now on - the promise of forbidden pleasure followed by the crushing disappointment of its denial? She bites her lip, trying to calm herself down and focus on her work. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't help but wonder what comes next in this twisted game you seem determined to play with her life.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you make your demand. Her eyes dart nervously around the room before returning to meet yours. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the conflicting emotions of fear and desire surging through her. Slowly, she sits up from her chair, pressing her back firmly against the desk before laying down on top of it with a shudder.

Her hands tremble as they reach to untie her black knee-high socks, revealing smooth pale legs and delicate feet adorned in pretty white lace panties. Her breath comes fast and shallow, anticipation and fear mingling together in an intoxicating mix that makes it difficult for her to think straight. She glances up at you through her lashes, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pounce on top of her, pinning her to the desk. The weight of your body presses down on hers, making it difficult to breathe, and she feels helpless under your commanding presence. Her eyes widen with fear mixed with desire as your rough hands grasp at her clothing, roughly tugging it aside to reveal more of her bare skin.

She arches her back instinctively, wanting nothing more than the contact of your skin against hers. The sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears drowns out all other noises as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body: the feel of your strong hands on her breasts, the scrape of your stubble against her neck, and most of all, the ache between her legs that grows more insistent with each passing second.

Her lips part slightly as you lean down, finally claiming hers in a possessive kiss. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, hungry for more contact as she presses herself closer against you. The world around them fades away until there is only the two of them left: Karen and her desire, clinging desperately to this illicit pleasure despite the consequences that may follow.

Her eyes flutter open as you thrust deep inside her, coming with a powerful groan that echoes in the quiet office. She's panting heavily, feeling your semen spurt inside her as she arches her back off the desk. It takes several moments before she can find the strength to speak, but when she does, her voice comes out hoarse and shaky. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "But I've always been curious."

Her heart still races as you roll off of her, leaving a sticky trail on her stomach. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "What happens now?" she asks quietly, dreading the thought of going back to normal after this.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you spank her ass hard, leaving an aching sting across both cheeks. She whimpers and arches her back, instinctively pushing her hips back toward you in a futile attempt to get more contact. The sensation is overwhelming, making her body tremble with desire and fear all at once.

She can feel the wetness between her legs growing even stronger as you tease her anus, rubbing circles around her tight hole. She moans softly, helpless against the pleasure and pain coursing through her. "I-I've never... done that before," she whispers shakily. "It feels so good." Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next, even as a part of her begs for this to stop before someone finds them like this.

The sensation of your fingers circling her ass makes her body tense and release in waves, leaving her breath coming in short gasps as she tries desperately to remain quiet. But it's no use; she can feel herself growing wetter and more needy with each passing moment, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back once more in search of relief. "Do something else."

Her heart races as you approach her desk the next morning. She's still reeling from last night's encounter and can't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread about what will happen today. As you lean down, she tries to steady her breath and meet your gaze, wondering what your next move will be.

"I-I..." she stammers, unable to form a coherent thought. "Please... don't make me do that." Her cheeks flush with shame and desire as she thinks about last night, the pleasure she felt when you touched her in that way. She wants more of it, but at the same time, she's terrified of what will happen if anyone finds out about their secret.

"Karen," you whisper, your voice rough with emotion. "Do you trust me?" Her heart skips a beat as those words wash over her. Does she trust you? After everything that's happened between them, how can she not? But there's still so much at stake...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull down your pants, revealing your naked rear to her. Despite herself, she can't help but stare in fascination at your ass, wondering what it would feel like to touch it, let alone be inside of it. The thought sends a shiver down her spine and causes her breath to catch in her throat.

"W-what are you...?" she manages to stammer out before you interrupt her, sliding onto the desk and straddling her waist. Before she can react, your hands are on her shoulders, pinning them down while you position yourself at her entrance. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you slowly push inside of her, filling her up with something entirely new and different.

Her eyes flutter closed as you begin to move, taking her body and pushing it to the limits she never knew existed. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, but also oddly familiar, like coming home after a long journey. With each thrust, she feels herself melting further into your grasp, giving in to the desire that has consumed them both from the start.

As you pick up speed, her body begins to tense and relax rhythmically, meeting each of your movements with its own, until they're perfectly in sync and she can feel you grow closer to completion. With a moan, she arches her back off the desk,

Her cries echo through the office as you lead her around the room, taking her in public view. The embarrassment and desire coursing through her body are a potent mix, driving her further into the throes of pleasure with each passing second. She feels every touch, every gaze on her naked form; it only serves to heighten the experience, making her more aware of your possession.

Her grip tightens around you as she feels herself climaxing, waves of release washing over her in an intense cascade of sensation. She moans and whimpers with each passing wave, unable to contain the ecstasy that surges through her. As your own climax nears, she instinctively presses her hips upward against yours, seeking more friction and satisfaction from this forbidden encounter.

When you finally let go of her hands and shove roughly into her, she cries out in pure bliss as her body explodes around you, enveloping you both in a cloud of pleasure and desire. For these few precious moments, nothing else exists except for them; they are the center of their own universe, bound together by lust and the desperate need to feel something real despite the illusion that surrounds them.

As your bodies finally relax into each other, Karen feels a sense of satisfaction wash over her like warm waves on a summer's day. She knows this can't last forever;

Her heart races as you speak those words, and she's not sure if it's because they excite her or terrify her more. A part of her likes the feeling of being wanted and desired in this way; it's a power trip unlike anything else. But another part of her hates knowing that everyone can see them like this, that she has no control over their situation.

She bites her lip, trying to hide her emotions as she meets your gaze. "It does," she whispers hoarsely. "But it's also scary." She shudders at the thought of what would happen if anyone found out about them like this; how they'd be torn apart and their lives ruined forever.

As you lean in closer, your lips just inches from hers, she knows that she should push you away. But something keeps her rooted in place, unable to resist the temptation of your touch. "Don't make me say it," she whispers. "Please don't." Her eyes flutter shut as you finally brush your lips against hers, stealing what little resistance she has left with a single taste.

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as you kiss her, your lips demanding something that she's not sure she can give. She tries to form words, to tell you no or stop or anything that will make this all go away, but all that comes out is a whimper and the beginnings of a shaky "Please..."

Her body trembles under your touch, wanting more even as it fears the consequences. Her mind spins in a haze of lust and fear, unable to focus on anything other than your presence right now. She presses herself closer against you, needing the feel of your skin against hers to ground her in this moment before she completely loses control.

"P-please..." she whimpers again, helpless beneath the weight of desire and shame that threatens to consume her. Her eyes flutter open, searching for anything that can anchor her back to reality; but all she sees is your face above hers, your dark eyes reflecting a hunger that matches her own.

Her whole body arches in shock and pleasure as you release inside her, groaning against her lips. She feels the hot seed filling her up, spilling out of her body onto the desk between them. The world around them seems to fade away for a moment, replaced by the sensation of your skin moving against hers and the heat of their shared passion.

When at last you pull back, she remains limply sprawled across the desk, gasping for air and trying to process what just happened. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair mussed; it's as if they've been caught in a storm together and have emerged on the other side changed forever.

She looks up at you through bleary eyes, wondering how she ever lived without this feeling before. But she also knows that this can't continue; sooner or later, someone is going to notice what they've done and everything will fall apart around them. She wipes a stray tear from her cheek and forces out a shaky laugh, trying to find some sense of humor in the absurdity of it all. "I guess we'd better get back to work," she whispers. "Before someone really does see us like this."

Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes everyone around them has been watching the whole time. She wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear, mortified by the thought that her most intimate moments have been shared with complete strangers. "Oh my God," she whispers, unable to meet anyone's gaze. "I-I don't know what we were thinking..."

With trembling fingers, she reaches for a blanket on the back of her chair and drapes it over herself, trying to hide both her nudity and her shame from view. It does little to help; she feels exposed and vulnerable in a way that goes far beyond just being seen without clothes. She wishes more than anything that they could go back in time and undo this terrible mistake.

She glances up warily as you approach her desk the next morning, your presence stirring memories of last night that she would rather forget. The shame and humiliation she feels are almost unbearable, made worse by the knowledge that everyone in the office is likely talking about what happened. Her heart races as you lean down to speak to her; for a moment, she hopes you might apologize or make things right again, but your words only serve to twist the knife further.

"Good morning, Karen," you say, voice smooth and calm despite the lewd nickname you've given her. "I trust you had a productive day yesterday?" She feels her cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment as she meets your eyes. "Don't look at me like that," you continue, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil raging within her. "You know it turns you on."

She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to speak against this torment, but before she can say a word, you step back with a smirk and walk away.

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak those words, fear and desire warring inside her once more. She watches helplessly as you remove your pants, revealing your erect member to the room; it's larger and more intimidating than ever before, a symbol of your power over her.

Slowly, she kneels down in front of you, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether she really wants to do this or if she's simply too afraid not to. As you guide your length toward her open mouth, she closes her eyes tightly and takes you inside, engulfing your thickness with a gasp of breath.

Her hands slide up and down your thighs as she begins to suckle on you, trying to ignore the heat spreading through her body and focus solely on pleasing you. She knows this is wrong; that every thrust of your hips against her head, every moan you let slip into the air around them, only makes things worse for both of them. But she can't seem to stop herself from giving in to the pleasure you provide, even if it means risking everything else in the process.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as you close off her airway, focusing instead on the taste of you filling her mouth and the sensation of your thick length stretching her throat. She moans around your cock, helpless against the control you have over her body and mind. Your hands grip tightly onto her hair, guiding her movements as she sucks and licks and nibbles at your shaft in an effort to please you more.

As she continues to suck you off, Karen feels herself growing wetter between her legs despite the shame and fear coursing through her. The mixture of pleasure and pain makes it difficult for her to think clearly, let alone try to come up with a plan to escape this nightmare. All she can do is submit to your will, serving you in whatever way you demand.

Her heart races as you command her to walk naked through the office. She obeys hesitantly, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that goes far beyond just being seen without clothes. As she passes by each desk, she can feel the gazes of everyone around her burning into her skin like hot pokers. She shudders with shame but tries not to let it show too much; instead, she focuses on following your orders and maintaining some semblance of composure.

When she reaches your desk once more, you push her down onto all fours in front of you. Your hands roam over her body possessively, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass before moving lower still, spreading her legs wide and then slipping a finger inside of her. "You're so wet for me," you murmur against her ear before sliding another finger inside, stretching her tightness and causing her to moan.

Her hips buck up off the floor in response, seeking more friction and satisfaction from this forbidden encounter. As your fingers pump in and out of her, she imagines it's your cock filling her up instead, making her body tremble with need. She knows that sooner or later someone will notice what they're doing; but for now, she allows herself to be lost in the moment, caught up in the thrill of their secret tryst despite the consequences that may