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"How pitiful, now you wanted to squirt using this pencil. Isn’t that the same as settling yourself for the size of a pen, my slut?" Quinn shoved the pen inside her mouth.

Sup... sup... slurp... slurp...

’Wow, you are enjoying the ordeal, Sasha, closing your eyes while sucking the pen that entered your pussy.’ Quinn was amazed at how easily she accepted the pen.

"Enough with that, you’re under my supervision today, my slut, so it’s normal for me to make the rules."

"Ahh..." Her face showed disappointment after he retracted the pen.

"Don’t be disappointed, how about we play a game, Sasha?"

"Ahnn... what kind of game...? I will follow your orders, so say whatever you want, Quinn..." Her eyes locked onto the pen.

"It’s only a simple game, Sasha, it’s called... FILL ME IN."

"Ahnnz what is fill me in...? Please guide me, I’m not adept at that... ahnn." She wasn’t able to finish what she wanted to say because Quinn shoved the pen back.

And... that didn’t end there, because he grabbed another one and shoved them both inside!

"Nghn! Ahn, what is this... ahn!"

"Don’t moan, Sasha, this is part of the game... so about the game rules, it’s simple. I will shove pens inside and your job is to hold it until all the pens stacked in the pen case are gone." Quinn dragged the pen case closer to her wide-spread legs.

Sasha gasped for air as Quinn slowly slid a fourth pen into her stretched, dripping entrance alongside the others.

She could see no less than 10 pens, placed accordingly with care. They were her prized pens that she took great care of, now about to enter her pussy.

"Ahnn, so what are the game rules... ahnn..." The pens kept moving every time she took a breath.

"You already know the rules: one is... you need to hold your moans until I complete the task, second, you can’t squirt no matter what. And lastly, all the pens must stay inside. If one spills out, then I’ll put it back again until it’s done." Quinn chuckled gently as the third pen was about to reach its goal.

"Ahnn, o-okay."

"Heh, now for the reward... it’s simple, just like the rules, you will receive my 10-inch long cock hard fuck."

"Ahn... ahn, okay. I understand... ahn."

"Easy, right?" Quinn grabbed another pen, twirling it deftly between his fingers as he looked down at her flushed, trembling face.

"Y-yes... ahn, I’m ready, so please begin... ahn... ahn." Sasha really wanted his cock, but nothing in this world came for free, so she had to work hard for it. She gripped the cold, hard wood of the mahogany desk, her knuckles turning stark white under the fluorescent office lights.

It’s ripe. Heh, I’ll fuck you in your own home within the week, Sasha. Quinn inserted the fourth pen, swirling it inside her hyper-sensitive flesh without a shred of mercy.

"Ahh... ahh... pff... pff... ahh, please go easy... ahn," her sniffling, pathetic voice echoed in the tight confines of the locked office.

She tightly clamped her mouth shut with both hands, trying her absolute best not to utter a single sound, but small, muffled moans kept leaking through her tightly pressed fingers as her hips twitched on the wooden surface.

"Yes, keep your moans at bay, Sasha. Don’t forget to follow the rules if you want to taste my cock." As the pen safely entered, the pens inside began clinking against each other, grinding directly against her throbbing, overly sensitive cervix.

"Ahh, ahh... I will... ahh, don’t stop. I can take all of them." Sasha’s pussy was already leaking profusely with her hot juices, thoroughly soaking the polished surface of the table beneath her writhing thighs.

"Right away. This is the fifth, and you’re halfway there, so take your time to breathe." He shoved the next plastic cylinder straight in, pushing past the resistance of her clenching walls.

"Ahh... faster, please do it faster..." She was barely holding back her squirt, and the more Quinn delayed, the more unbearable tension built up inside her trembling core.

"Stop demanding. I’m the one in charge, so don’t push your luck." Quinn slowly inserted the sixth pen, making the scene even more intense and excruciatingly tight.

"Ahh, s-sorry... please don’t stop. I will obey you... ahh..."

"That’s good. You’re mature enough to know your limits, so let me do my job." Quinn inserted the next one, feeling the slick heat tightly compressing every single plastic barrel he forced inside.

’Damn, her pussy is about to get full. Let me test its limits.’ Quinn had already finished inserting the eighth pen; it was finally time for the second to last.

"Are you really that desperate to taste my cock again, Sasha? Don’t you feel sorry for your hardworking husband out there while you’re enjoying yourself with your employee?" Quinn twisted the ninth pen, and another heavy surge of clear, slick juices spilled out onto the hardwood.

"P-please don’t say that. I just need some guidance... I’m not doing this for my own selfish interests... ah... ah..."

"Oh? What kind of twisted reasoning is that, Sasha? So, are you okay with me fucking you in your home without your husband noticing?"

"Ah... ahh, no, we won’t go that far... I’m not that kind of woman. I just need help with my private parts..." Sasha didn’t even know what kind of pathetic excuses she was blurting out anymore.

She desperately wanted to get fucked by Quinn—simple as that. But she couldn’t bring herself to say those filthy words out loud because she was a married, respectable woman.

"Hoh, so I’m allowed to visit your home. Noted, Sasha."

"Ahh, I didn’t say that... You can’t go to our home... ahh..."

"Look at your pussy. Lying to me won’t work, because the one answering me is right down here. Look at the juices it secreted right after I said that." The tenth pen was on its way, even though her stuffed pussy was already stretched to its absolute physical limit.

’Heh, just a bit more and she’ll break completely.’ Quinn snickered internally, feeling immensely satisfied with how well his depraved plan was working out.

"It’s time for me to shove the tenth pen in, Sasha. Are you ready for it? This will be the moment of truth—whether you get rewarded or not."

"Ahh, yes, please... I’m ready. I’ll take it... I’ll take whatever you put inside me..."

"That’s good—decisive and bold. Take the last one and show me what you’ve got!"

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

"Ahh... ahh, hold on... please give me time to breathe... ahh..."

"No can do, Sasha. Heh, just a bit more and you’ll get what you desire."

"Ahh, but I can’t... ahh, just a bit! Ahn!! No... nghnn!!"

Squirt!! Squirt!! Squirt!!

Her sweet juices squirted out uncontrollably, showering across the executive desk and thoroughly soaking both the plush leather chair and the floor as the cluster of pens began sliding back out on their own under the sheer pressure of her orgasm.

"Wow, you’re quite a leaker, Sasha. Unfortunately for you and your spoiled pussy... you didn’t make it. You lost the game, Sasha."

"Ahn, please don’t leave, Quinn! I need your cock so bad... ahn, please, I’ll do whatever you want as long as I get my share!" She lunged forward and grabbed tightly onto his arm, holding on for dear life as her dripping pussy continued to leak onto the floorboards.

"Oh? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Now, now... are you sure you’ll do whatever I want without complaining?"

"Ahh... yes. I’ll do whatever you want... anything, Quinn..."

"Even fucking you in your home?"

"Ahh..."

"Then it’s your loss. I’ve gotta go now—"

"Y-yes! I don’t mind! I’m okay with you coming to my home... just don’t leave me hanging here like this!"

"Hmm, you acted like you didn’t want to, yet now you’re begging for it on your hands and knees. Heh, but I’ll forgive you. Get down and let’s begin the real pounding." Quinn had fully achieved his goal, and now it was time to claim his rightful reward.

"Thank you..."

Pah! A loud, stinging slap resounded through the room as Quinn brought his palm down hard onto her bare, quivering buttock.

"Heh, don’t worry about that. Now get into a tight doggy position—I’m going to fuck you right on your executive chair, and I won’t stop until you’re completely ruined."

Sasha whimpered in eager submission, her eyes glossy and completely unseeing as she scrambled up onto the leather seat. She pressed her chest flat against the backrest, thrusting her round, soaking-wet hips high into the air.

The heavy scent of her arousal filled the locked office, thick and suffocating. She reached down with trembling fingers to spread her own cheeks apart, completely abandoning the last remnants of her dignity, virtue, and marital vows.

"Please, Quinn... take me now... treat me like your filthy toy," she sobbed out, practically vibrating with needy anticipation as she waited for the thick, rigid length of his cock to finally replace the cold pens and claim her fully.

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