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That summer I took a job in a restaurant was totally crazy! The owner's son, Damon, worked in the kitchen and he immediately took a liking to me for some reason. He started by smiling at me and saying "hello" when I walked past him. I tried to be friendly, but before long it became pretty obvious he was hitting on me. From there, he moved into fairly serious flirting.

I mean, I didn't think he was unattractive, in fact, I thought he was hot, but I was a little embarrassed by his attention in front of everybody. Eventually, his comments to me became more suggestive and sometimes even downright lewd! He started calling me his "snowbunny" and pretty soon that nickname got picked up by everybody.

Damon started grabbing my ass when he passed behind me and his dad didn't say anything! He took that as a green light to walk up behind me and put his arms around my waist. Sometimes, he'd slide his hands up to my boobs, other times he'd grind against me. I don't know why, but I never said anything to him, even when I could feel him getting an erection against my butt, I just froze. He'd whisper in my ear that he really knew what I needed and that we'd be so good together.

"Damon, I can't," I whispered back. "I have a boyfriend."

"Not like me, you don't," he said.

I remember the time we were closing the restaurant after the last customers had left. I was working at a prep table near the back door when I felt his hand on my wrist and looked up to see him smiling as he pulled me through the door and into the alley behind the building. He backed me up against the wall and started kissing me.

"Damon, no..." I whispered. "We can't..."

"Is that 'cause you don't want to...?" he said. When I didn't answer, he smiled and kissed me again. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled my arm down, pressing my hand against the front of his pants. When he took his hand away and I kept my hand on him, he knew I was hot for him.

When he was fully hard, he started grinding against me and I think the movement of my hips gave me away.

"You want me in you?" he asked.

"Not here .. we can't."

We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Damon kissed me again, sliding his hand around the back of my neck and gently pressed down, guiding me down to my knees in that dirty alley. I looked up at him, knowing what he wanted.

I swear that was the only time I've ever gone down on a guy in a sort of public place and I don't know if anybody spotted us or not, but once I'd slid him out and into my mouth, I didn't really think about whether we'd get caught. It took me longer than I thought to get him to finish, but I was just grateful he hadn't spilled anything all over my blouse.

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.

Right now I'm rubbing my pussy at my desk fantasising about you calling me telling me you wanna drop my fav food off to me for lunch. Texting me when you're outside so I can let you in. You follow me back to my little cubicle space and quickly and quietly grab me from behind, covering my mouth with one hand as you start rubbing my pussy through my panties, under my skirt. Slowly you lick up the side of my neck till you reach my earlobe and quietly growl in my ear and tell me you've been craving to fuck the shit out of me all morning. How you had to leave work because you couldn't concentrate.

You quietly tell me to shush as you let go of my mouth and kneel down behind me. You push forward on my back making me bend over my desk as you slide my panties down, push my skirt up, spreading my ass cheeks wide with a tight grip as I feel your warm breath on my aching holes. Your nose suddenly pressed against my asshole as I feel your tongue searching my pussy and lapping at my clit. I quickly bite down on my hand to hide my moans as I accidentally scrunch up the paperwork I was just working on. I feel your hands gripping my outer thighs tight as you hungrily help yourself to my holes licking back and forth from my pussy to my ass. Just as my leg starts to shake, you stop and stand up behind me. Gripping my face, you turn my head and tongue kiss me so I can taste all my juices that you love so much. You quietly growl into my ear again telling me you're gonna fuck me right here on my desk.

You start grabbing random objects on my desk, stapler, hole punch, scissors, the handset of my desk phone, and rub each of them up and down on my throbbing clit and against my hole trying to fuck me with them and making sure they're coated good with my juices. I know you're making your mark at my workplace so I won't ever be able to sit here and not get turned on thinking about you fucking me right here. You stick your fingers in my mouth for me to suck and wet before pushing them as deep as you can in my pussy. Reminding me to shut up, asking if I want all my colleagues to find out just how much of a dick hungry little slut I am.

I feel your throbbing dick between my legs as you slowly grind your hips sliding your dick up and down my phat pussy lips and your grip getting tighter around my waist. The tip sliding between my lips as you lift my right leg up onto the desk and slide deep inside me without warning. I hear you quietly moan "good little girl" as you start thrusting. I look up to check if anyone is around and if they are looking, but everyone seems distracted, busy with urgent calls and nearing deadlines. I look back at you, and you know the coast is clear. You start ramming me harder and harder, forcing me to feel every throbbing inch of you. The thrill of being so risky already has us about to explode. You grip my body harder, and I know you're already close. I feel my juices drip down my leg. In my head I'm begging you to flood my pussy but I won't dare try to say it out aloud.

Suddenly you grip my shoulders and with three more rough, hard, deep thrusts you start to cum. You bite hard on the back of my shoulder to hide your moans as I bite my hand for the same reason. Praying no one has heard us but knowing I love the perversion of them knowing you're fucking me and we just don't care. After all any other circumstances, we would welcome an audience. I feel your hands release me, and you slowly shuffle to get yourself together as you slide out of me. My leg is still frozen on my desk as I try to catch my breath and fix my hair. I turn around to face you with your devilish grin. You cup my freshly fucked, cum filled pussy as you lean in and gently kiss my neck and whisper "I'll be back to take you home, my dirty little fuck toy" then give me a soft, sweet little kiss and let yourself out.