091313 #worm My boss fucked me on my desk again. I got little red marks all on my back from the typewriter keys. Inconsiderate bastard just pushed me down, shoved my blouse up, yanked my leather skirt down, devoured my panties, rubbed my pussy hard with his callused hand, and when he found me sopping wet, just rammed his cock in hard. I gasped. My arms felt rubbery. It was all I could do to hang on to his broad, hot back as my body lurched again and again with his blind, grunting thrusts. It hurt. My pussy still aches. Cum is slowly leaking out of me. I feel like a used up paper bag. And I am utterly, completely relaxed. I laughed as I tried to fix my hair and my comically smeared lipstick. I laughed as the nice boy in receiving said hi and asked me a question. I farted and stuck one foot up on his desk. My pussy smell wafted up and surrounded our faces. I looked at the nice boy and he fidgeted. Well? my eyes said. He got up and walked away, like I knew he would. But he'll be back. They always come back, the little cur mutt bitches. As long as someone else does the dirty work for them.