3:15pm
He roughly pushes my dress up over my arse, caressing it with his hands for a moment before his hands turn to brutal weapons and he rains hard blows across my delicate skin. Left, then right, left, then right again. I guessed it would be hard, but never this hard. I bite my lip and press my hands hard into the desk, trying to concentrate on anything other than the pain searing through me. He has other ideas.
He pulls my ponytail back so I am staring straight ahead into the mirror. My cheeks are red, and my eyes are watering so much, my mascara is running down my face. He looks at me, giving nothing away.
"I want you looking straight ahead the whole time."
I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me.
"Don't argue, just do as I say. You really are a dirty little slut though, no panties? What were you hoping for today? You are desperate for my cock aren't you? You need it don't you?"
I nod.
I have a short reprieve from his hand as I hear his buckle and zip being undone, this time it is not his hands that attack me, but his cock. He plunges it deep within me so quickly that I gasp. But he ignores me and continues to thrust. I never imagined it would feel, or indeed look so good. His hands are tight on my hips as he continues to thrust his cock into my hot, wet pussy, my eyes locked on his in the mirror but we say nothing - we don't have to. This is what we both want, and have done for so long.
He moves his hands, his right arm gripping me tight around my waist, forcing his cock further into me with every thrust. His other hand finds the zip on the side of my dress, he tugs sharply at it, slipping his hand through the space, finding my bra and tugging it down. His thumb and forefinger find my hard nipple. He rolls it around between his fingers, then squeezes it hard. I gasp and drop my head. He notices. Of course he notices.
My head is snapped back as he pulls my hair,
