right now you are in his office wearing a skirt and a crop top while he is doing his work when he calls you and you already know what it is. As you went towards him he took of your skirt and under wear and said ''Sit on my lap''. Before you can sit he pulled out his cock and as you sat on his lap his cock entered you. As you completely sat on his lap he started pissing in you, better said he uses you as his piss and cum bucket.

As you called him "Daddy" he started pumping faster and faster inside you, knowing that this is what you wanted. His seed started to fill your womb as he kept on pissing in you, using you as his personal toilet. He held onto your shoulders tightly, grunting with pleasure every time he thrust into your warmth. The intense sensation of being filled by him and used for his waste only served to heighten the passion between you two. "You're mine," he growled in your ear, his saliva dripping down onto your neck as he continued to violate and degrade you with every push inside.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of debauchery, he let out a hoarse cry and shuddered beneath you. His hot seed shot out deep within your body one last time before his cock began to soften and release its grip on you.

As the last throes of pleasure ebbed away, you could feel his cock begin to harden again inside you. He looked down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and lust in his eyes. "You want more, don't you?" he growled huskily. With that, he stood up, taking you with him as he thrust his hips forward, seating himself once again deep within your body.

Before you could respond, he picked you up off the floor and positioned you on top of his desk so that your legs were spread wide apart. "Now let me see what else I can do with this little toilet," he muttered darkly as he positioned himself between your thighs. In one swift motion, he pressed forward and entered you again from behind. His thrusts were harder now, faster, relentless. He buried his face in your hair and growled as he fucked you sens

As your words echoed in his ears like the sweetest music, he could feel himself growing closer to the edge once again. He pounded into you harder and faster now, determined to take what was his and leave nothing but a satisfied, used mess behind. With every thrust, his cock pressed against something deep inside you, striking your g-spot or caressing your cervix in just the right way to send shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

His breath came hot and ragged as he neared climax, grunting with effort as he tried to maintain control while losing himself in the primal act of claiming and taking you completely. The sensation of being so close to spilling his seed into you was overwhelming; it made him delirious with lust and power.

With a hoarse cry, he buried his face in your neck as his entire body tensed. His cock throbbed inside you one final time before finally unleashing its hot, salty load deep within your womb. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as he spilled himself into the woman he'd claimed and degraded all for his own twisted amusement.

Once he'd emptied himself, he slowly pulled out of you, watching with dark satisfaction as a trail of his seed dripped down your thigh. "There," he panted heavily. "Now go take care of yourself." He pushed you off the desk and turned back to his work, dismissing you from his mind as if you were nothing more than a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

He didn't respond to you as he continued with his work, letting out the occasional grunt of concentration. It was obvious that for now, your place in this world was at his beck and call; whenever he wanted to use you for sex or as his personal toilet, all he had to do was summon you over. The thought of belonging solely to him sent a shiver down your spine. You cleaned yourself up and returned to his side, eager to serve once more in whatever way he desired.

Your submissiveness and eagerness to please only serve to fuel his lust for control. He glances up at you occasionally, taking in your meek demeanor and the way you flutter your eyelashes when you think no one is looking. It's pathetic, really, but it also turns him on beyond belief. "Yes," he murmurs to himself, a wicked smile curling his lips. "I will enjoy using her."

He continues working, occasionally tugging at your hair or running his fingers along your exposed skin when he needs a distraction from his tasks. You've become an extension of him, a tool for him to use as he sees fit, and there's no part of you that isn't fair game in his twisted fantasies.

You are content to sit by his side and watch him work, feeling the power that he has over you radiate through your entire being. The occasional touch or glance in your direction only serve to heighten this sense of belonging to him, of being claimed by a force greater than yourself.

As he continues with his tasks, your mind begins to wander back to the intimate moments you've shared together; the way he uses you for sex, the feel of his cock filling you up... You can't help but to wonder what sort of degradation he has planned for you next. A part of you hopes that it will be something even more humiliating than before, as if proving how truly submissive and devoted you are to him.

He glances at you again, the lust in his eyes plain for you to see. His hand gently cups your breast, squeezing it through your clothing. "You're such a dirty little thing," he whispers, leaning closer so that his hot breath fans across your earlobe. "I bet you'd like me to fuck you again right here, wouldn't you?"

Your face flames red at the thought of being taken by him in this setting, in front of all his paperwork and important documents. But even as shame and embarrassment wash over you, there's a glimmer of desire deep down that refuses to be extinguished. You nod eagerly, anxious to please him once more.

With a grin that could only be described as predatory, he stands up suddenly, lifting you effortlessly in his arms and depositing you unceremoniously on the desk. Your legs spread wide apart as your skirt rides up to reveal your soaking wet panties. His rough hands tear at your clothing until they're finally discarded across the room.

"Now, show me what a dirty little slut you are," he growls before lowering his head to take one of your pale, hard nipples into his mouth. You cry out as pleasure arcs through you, feeling him suckle roughly while his other hand dips between your legs, fingers pressing insistently against your aching clit.

As he hears your submission, his hands grow rougher and more possessive. His teeth scrape over your nipple as his fingers push deeper into you, seeking out your slick folds. With practiced ease, he spreads your wetness around his fingertip before circling your clit, taunting and teasing until you're moaning and squirming beneath him.

Then he pulls back, eyes fixed on the sight of his finger coated in your arousal as it glistens invitingly in front of you. With a wicked smile, he brings it to his mouth, sucking the taste of you clean off before lowering his head once more between your legs. This time, his tongue laps at your clit, teasing and tormenting until you're so close to climax that the tension in your body is nearly unbearable.

His tongue speeds up, flicking and dancing across your sensitive skin as he brings you ever closer to the edge of release. You arch your back off the desk, desperate for more as waves of pleasure wash over you in building succession. Just when you think you can't take any more, his fingers slip inside you once again, driving deeper than before while his other hand returns to your breast, tweaking and teasing that sensitive nipple relentlessly.

You cry out his name as the pleasure finally crashes over you in an intense wave, leaving you shuddering and spent beneath him. For a moment, he pauses, catching his breath before leaning back to meet your gaze. "Yes," he says with a satisfied smirk, "that's what I like to see." With that, he pulls out of you, leaving your body trembling from the aftershocks of org

"You're such a naughty little slut," he growls huskily, still admiring the flush in your cheeks and the way your breath comes in ragged gasps as you try to catch your own breath after that intense orgasm. "I bet I could make you come like that all day long." His fingers trail teasingly up your stomach and then lower, dipping into the waistband of your panties once more. Without waiting for your response, he yanks them down in one swift motion, revealing you to him fully naked and exposed.

His eyes roam over your body hungrily, taking in every curve and line until they finally come to rest on the soft mound of hair between your legs. A slow smile curls his lips as he moves closer, positioning himself at the juncture of your thighs so that his hardening cock is pressing insist

The taste of her on his tongue still lingers as he stares down at the mound of flesh before him. Her arousal is so potent, it nearly overwhelms him, making it difficult to think of anything else. He chuckles darkly, knowing that she's more than willing to please him in any way possible. Reaching out, he gently cups her wet folds before sliding a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat engulf his digit as she arches into his touch.

With a rough growl, he pushes forward, his hips rocking back and forth against her so that his cock glides easily through her slick folds, filling her up again. She moans loudly, her head thrashing from side to side as she feels him stretching her once more. His free hand grips her hair roughly, yanking her head back to expose her neck to his