Kenna was still reeling from the events of the previous day. The excitement of landing the internship, with a salary higher than she’d expected, was tempered by the unsettling memory of what she’d had to do to get the job. Justin’s demand that she wear a skirt or dress had stuck with her, but now that she had the position, she felt less inclined to dress as revealingly as before. Instead, she wanted to project a more professional image. Yet, she was aware that she’d be meeting new people, likely men, and there was no harm in making a good impression. She knew her physical appearance was still one of her most potent assets.
With that in mind, Kenna chose a fitted black skirt that hugged her legs and ended mid-thigh, pairing it with matching black heels. She opted for a crisp white dress shirt, leaving the top buttons undone to reveal a hint of her cleavage. As she arrived at the office earlier than requested, Justin’s receptionist escorted her to her new workspace. Kenna was pleasantly surprised to find that, as an intern, she’d been assigned a proper office rather than a cramped desk in a corner. The room was moderately sized, with a heavy wooden desk attached to the wall and a window that overlooked the narrow street. She recognized the logos of other marketing agencies through the windows and on street signs, feeling a sense of familiarity in this part of the city.
As she turned to take in her new surroundings, Kenna noticed a thin mirror on the door, which she appreciated for the opportunity to check her attire. After a quick glance, she decided to undo one more button on her blouse, giving a subtle hint of her cleavage. With that, she sat down at her desk and stared at the empty tray beside the phone, some pens and a box of tissues, unsure of what to do next. It was her first day, and she expected someone would brief her on her responsibilities, perhaps provide some corporate training or assign her to mundane tasks like sorting papers. As an intern, she was prepared to tackle unpleasant jobs, but for now, she waited.
The door to her office burst open, and a man rushed in, closing it behind him. He was tall, dark hair with a Mediterranean look, wearing an expensive suit, but the tie was loose around his neck. He looked frantic, his eyes darting around the room as he approached her desk.
“Hey, you must be the new intern. Kenna, right? My name is Donald. I’m head of accounts here.”
Kenna stood up, smoothing out her skirt as she extended her hand. “Very nice to meet you, Donald. Is there something I can do to help you? You look like you’re in a bit of a panic.”
Donald’s gaze flicked towards her, but he avoided direct eye contact, his attention drifting to the side as he spoke. “Thanks for offering. I do need help. Gemco will be here at 10 o’clock. I’ve been up most of the night preparing a nationwide campaign for them. TV, print, newspapers, everything. I didn’t have a lot of time, so it’s been a real rush job.”
“Gemco. That is a big deal. I’m happy to help any way I can. What can I do for you?”
“Yeah, so I talked to Justin. He made sure you understood what it meant to be an intern at S&A. Normally, I wouldn’t be so direct, but as I said, I’m in a hurry. I need to fuck you. Like now. A real quickie so I can relax before my presentation.” He said looking very directly at her.
Kenna’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth dropping open as she struggled to process the blunt request. She had expected some level of… flexibility in her new role, but nothing could have prepared her for this. Justin’s words echoed in her mind, she had to be available to the office staff, but she had never imagined it would be like this. She took a step back, her eyes drifting to the wall as she tried to gather her thoughts.
“Listen Kenna. I know you are still getting used to this arrangement, but I don’t have a lot of time. Are we doing this or do I need to talk to Justin and say we made a mistake bringing you on board.” Donald’s voice was laced with impatience, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.
Kenna slowly turned back to face him, her eyes locking onto his as she searched for a response. But the words caught in her throat, and all she could manage was a silent nod, up and down.
“Great!” Donald exclaimed, his relief palpable as he let out a deep sigh. He swiftly turned around, locked the door, and shed his jacket, hanging it on a hook near the door. He then quickly walked around the desk, his movements confident and purposeful, and stood behind her.
As she stood frozen in shock, Donald’s hand gently descended upon her shoulder blades, his fingers applying subtle pressure as he guided her forward. Her hips bent, and her chest and face came to rest on the desk, her gaze fixed on the phone beside her. The office surroundings seemed to fade away, replaced by the surreal sensation of being positioned for sex. Kenna felt Donald’s hands caress her hips, his fingers tracing the curves of her body as they traveled down to her behind, tightly encased in her skirt.
His hands moved lower, taking a firm grip on her skirt and wiggling it up, exposing her skin-colored thong. The delicate fabric had been chosen to avoid visible panty lines, but now it seemed like a fragile barrier between her and the unknown. Donald’s hands ran smoothly across her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking hold of her panties and pulling them down. The cool office air hit her exposed skin, and she became acutely aware of her nakedness.
“Mmm…that is really nice,” Donald murmured, his voice low and appreciative. “It’s clear you work out with a butt like that.” The compliment hung in the air, but Kenna’s shock left her mute, unable to respond. She heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone, followed by the soft sound of a zipper being lowered. Donald continued to grope her, his hands exploring every curve of her body.
As she felt the familiar sensation of a cock approaching, Kenna’s eyes widened in anticipation. The tip of Donald’s penis began to explore the folds of her vagina, running up and down her lips in a gentle, teasing motion. She took a deep breath, her body tensing in shock as she realized what was about to happen. Donald leaned forward, pushing himself slowly into her, filling her up as he grunted in pleasure. His size was considerable, stretching her out and causing a momentary discomfort.
“Wait. Donald. Please. I’m a bit dry,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Could you, maybe play with me a bit first?” The words tumbled out, a desperate attempt to slow down the pace and find some semblance of comfort.
Donald pulled himself out, and Kenna heard the sound of him spitting. She assumed he was rubbing the saliva onto his cock, a crude but effective solution to their problem. He suddenly plunged back in, pushing her hard against the desk. The sensation was still tight, but slightly more bearable now. She grabbed onto the desk tightly, her knuckles white as Donald took hold of her hips and started to thrust in and out in long, deep strokes.
As she looked up, her eyes met the reflection staring back at her. The mirror on the wall was perfectly positioned, allowing him to witness the intimate scene unfolding before her. Donald’s face was contorted in ecstasy, his eyes closed as he plunged in and out of her. The sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the air.
“Fuck, you feel great. Such a nice tight pussy. I’m going to really enjoy you,” Donald moaned between thrusts, his words a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. The sensation was still uncomfortable, but Kenna felt herself becoming lost in the moment, her body responding to the primal rhythm of her being fucked.
The vulnerability and sense of being used still lingered, but the involuntary tingle and sensation building within her grew stronger. She had always enjoyed sex, but this encounter was a far cry from the intimacy and connection she had experienced before. It was closer to rape, a brutal act that left her feeling helpless and objectified.
“Let me play with your tits.” Donald said, slowing down for a moment. He pulled her up, reached underneath and beginning unbuttoning her top. Once the few buttons she had left were undone, he pulled open her shirt and took a firm grip of both of her tits, still in her bra. He was now using them like handles as he thrust faster and faster into her.
Despite her mind’s resistance, her body began to respond to the stimulation. Donald’s grip on her breasts was firm, his hands using them as handles to pull her back onto his cock as he thrust faster and faster. The sensation was overwhelming, her thighs banging against the desk with each rapid stroke. She tried to steady herself, her hands grasping for the edge of the desk as she struggled to maintain her balance.
As she looked around the room, Kenna realized that everything was set up for this exact purpose. The mirror on the wall, the desk attached to the floor, it was all designed to facilitate sex, not work. This room was a fucking chamber, a place where Donald and possibly others could indulge in their desires without restraint. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and arousal that she couldn’t shake off.
Donald’s breathing grew heavier, his grunts and moans filling the air as he pounded into her. Kenna’s body began to respond, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts. She felt herself being pulled towards the edge, the sensation building within her like a stormy sea. Despite her initial resistance, she was now being swept up in the tide of her own desire, her body betraying her mind’s objections.
As she glanced up at the mirror, Kenna caught a glimpse of herself, her face flushed and her eyes glassy. Donald’s face was contorted in ecstasy, his eyes closed as he focused on his own pleasure. The image was a stark reminder of who was in charge, Donald’s dominance and control over her body and her desires. Yet, even as she felt a surge of resentment, Kenna’s body continued to respond, her arousal growing with each passing moment.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air, a primal rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of her heart. Kenna’s hands grasped the edge of the desk, her fingers white with tension as she struggled to maintain her balance. Donald’s grip on her breasts tightened, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pulled her back onto his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, her body tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts.
As Donald’s voice grunted out a warning, “Kenna…I’m close,” the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. His hands grasped her shoulders, spinning her around with a swiftness that left her disoriented. Before she could even process what was happening, he pushed her down to her knees, her eyes locking onto the swollen cock mere inches from her face.
The sound of his labored breathing filled the air as he jerked off, his hand moving with a furious intensity. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, his hand pumping faster as he spoke. Kenna’s lips parted reluctantly, her tongue extending in a hesitant gesture of obedience.
The first burst of semen shot out of the head of his cock, landing squarely on her tongue. The sudden, sticky sensation startled her, but she managed to keep her mouth open, her eyes fixed on the cock as it continued to spew forth its load. The next squirt hit her cheek, a warm, wet splash that seemed to sear her skin. A third burst landed on her chest and breasts, the sticky fluid trickling down her skin like a slow-moving river.
As she knelt there, her mouth still open, her tongue coated with the sticky residue, Kenna felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. The act was primal, raw, and unapologetic, leaving her feeling used and objectified. Yet, even as her mind recoiled in distaste, her senses heightened as she breathed in the musky scent of Donald’s arousal. The sound of his heavy breathing, the sight of his cock still twitching with pleasure, all combined to create a sensory overload that left her reeling.
As Donald tidied himself up, his movements were brusque and unapologetic. He snatched a handful of tissues from the box, cleaning himself off with a few swift wipes before passing a few to Kenna. His gesture was perfunctory, lacking any semblance of gentleness or concern for her well-being. She took the tissues, her eyes fixed on the floor as she began to clean the sticky residue from her chest and face.
“Sorry for the facial. I didn’t get a chance to ask Justin if you were on the pill,” Donald said, his voice a low, detached murmur. “I didn’t think you would appreciate me coming in you. Not sure if that was the right thing to do.” His words were a hollow apology, devoid of any genuine remorse. “Look, I really appreciate what you did for me today. I have to go now, but I’ll make sure Justin knows you did a great job this morning. Wish me luck!”
With that, Donald swiftly gathered his belongings, as he strode around the desk, taking his jacket off the hook. He paused for a moment, his hand on the door handle, before turning back to Kenna with a cursory smile. “Thanks!” he said, before disappearing out the door with a soft click.
Kenna was left standing alone, the tissues still clutched in her hand. She finished cleaning herself off, her movements mechanical as she pulled up her panties, smoothed down her skirt, and buttoned up her top. Her eyes roved the room, hoping against hope that no one would burst in and interrupt her fragile composure. The encounter had left her feeling humiliated and objectified, her body still throbbing with unfulfilled desire. The hard fucking had been intense, but it had also been brutally truncated, leaving her orgasm to wither and die. Now, she felt lost and alone, her mind reeling as she sank into her chair, her gaze fixed blankly on the desk.