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“... and another thing about the finances, we’re going to need you to look closer at the Mazzanti files, so you don’t mind staying late tonight, do you, Fugo?”
The blond man grunted, only half-listening to his underling as the man continued prattling on, uncaring about whatever it was he was trying to foist off to Fugo. Instead, Pannacotta’s attention was focused on the wet heat wrapped around his cock, the soft tongue that pressed against the thick underside and rubbed over the vein that throbbed in time with Fugo’s heartbeat. If he was lucky, his underling wouldn’t notice the slight flush on the blond man’s face, the much, much older office worker unaware that there was a pretty little college student currently sucking the finance department head’s cock beneath Fugo’s desk. One of Pannacotta’s hands supported his head, elbow leaning on his desk as he looked with a seemingly bored stare towards the man currently speaking to him. The other hand was beneath the table, tangled in thick hair, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth. You knew you had to keep quiet - Daddy Fugo had warned you about the consequences if you were caught keeping his cock warm in your perfect, bratty little mouth while at work - so you held back the noise that threatened to leave you as you pushed down, swallowing Fugo’s cock to the base. Your nose nuzzled into the light fuzz that grew there, the musky scent of your Daddy making your mind go foggy in the way that you so desperately loved.
You swallowed thickly, allowing your eyes to slip shut in bliss. You love this, loved being on your knees and servicing your Daddy while he worked. Loved that he wanted to keep his cock warm and wet down your throat while he worked on his paperwork. You could feel the ache settle between your thighs, your underwear feeling slick and sticky from how badly you were dripping. You needed Fugo to fill you with his cock, but Daddy said you had to be punished for being bad when you ignored his calls last night. Sure, it wasn’t your fault - you’d decided to go to bed early for once now that your exams were completed and you didn’t have to stress about your college career - but that wasn’t an excuse and you knew it. The hand at the back of your head kept your still, forcing you to keep Fugo’s full length in your mouth and down your throat, your gag reflex tingling with the need to clench and expel Daddy’s cock from your throat. But you had to be good, had to be a good girl or Daddy wouldn’t fuck you like you wanted. The click of the door shutting behind the employee that had been speaking with Fugo briefly broke you from your cock sucking fog, a whimper rippling in the back of your throat as Fugo pulled away from you to turn his cool gaze onto your flushed face. The leaking tip of his dick remained in your mouth, drool and precum coating your tongue until you swallowed the combined fluids, that dazed, slutty expression on your face making Pannacotta’s stomach clench with need.
“Look at you, such a messy little cock slut,” He hummed idly, releasing his grip on your hair to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your precum slick lips to gather the pearly fluid and press it into your mouth, watching with satisfaction as you licked the digit clean and swallowed his essence down, “You’re being so good for Daddy, keeping my cock nice and wet in your mouth just like I ordered. Such a perfect, slutty little pet,” Fugo hummed, shifting his hand to wrap it around his cock, squeezing and stroking the soaked length, watching idly as you opened your mouth to show him just how much spit and precum pooled at the entrance to your throat. Your tongue hung out of your lips, a plush carpet for Pannacotta to rest his cock head against, providing him with a perfect view of just how ruined you were. The fact that you were the CEO’s daughter just made the pleasure singing in his veins that much sweeter, especially with how lovingly you looked up at him, “Hmm, I wonder if I should reward you by filling your slutty mouth with my cum, carina. I know how much you like to taste Daddy’s cream,” Fugo hummed teasingly, continuing to stroke his cock with long, languid motions, watching the way your eyes flickered down to the drooling tip and sparkling lightly. He knew it was just the light glinting off the wet sheen of your tears, but to him, it made her seem excited to continue sucking down his cock like a good girl. A shudder of lust rushed through Fugo’s form, the blond man glancing up from you to lock his deep blue gaze with the glass doors surrounding him, “Why don’t you get yourself open for Daddy, princess? I want to watch you bounce on my cock while the whole office works around us.”
You whined softly, nuzzling your cheek into Pannacotta’s inner right thigh, his musk leaving you dizzy and drooling with lust, “Yes Daddy~,” You mewled, all sweet and soft and full of supplication, the rush of power Fugo felt from your wrecked voice calling him by that moniker made him want to take you by the hair and fuck your throat raw. You were lucky that you’d decided to wear a soft, sky blue dress today, your hand slipping easily down and between your thighs to stroke at your exposed pussy. You knew it had been a risk to leave the house without panties today, especially with how windy it was outside, but you’d been too eager to meet up with your boyfriend to worry about going without them for the day. As you slipped one of your fingers into your pussy, you muffled your moan by pressing closer to your Daddy, wrapping your lips around his tight ball sack to lap and tease him the way he liked. Fugo bit the inside of his cheek at the sensation, carefully keeping his flushed face schooled into an expression of neutrality while you continued to suck, lick and hum around his balls. Because of how focused you were with keeping your voice quiet as you prepared yourself for your Daddy’s thick cock, you didn’t notice Fugo picking up the remote to the glass walls of his office and pressing the button that would frost the glass thickly, hiding what was happening between the two of you behind closed doors.
Pushing a second finger inside yourself, you scissored the two digits open slowly, relishing the feelings that washed over your form as you stretched your pussy. Gods, you were already so wet, aching deep in the pit of your gut with the need to have Daddy fill up your pussy. You whimpered and drooled wetly, soaking Fugo’s balls with your spit as he locked the door with the remote once the walls had become more private, one hand resting on the back of your head while the other dropped the remote so he could bite into his knuckles to stifle his noises. You whimpered and moaned around Fugo’s sack as you added a third finger to your cunt, making sure to stretch yourself properly, uncaring if precum spilt into your hair, matting the thick strands. Pulling away from his balls you whined, hazy eyes looking up to clock with Fugo’s hungry gaze, your lips were swollen and spit slick as you spoke, “Daddy, Daddy, please, I need you inside me so bad! I’m all empty and aching, need to be filled with you, with Daddy’s cock and cum, please, oh please, Daddy,” You whimpered, your voice all wrecked and desperate with lust, the words spilling from your throat causing Fugo’s cock to throb and drool thick precum in copious amounts. Tangling his hand in your hair, Pannacotta tugged you up into his office chair with him, a thrill of pure arousal swelling in his gut as he caught a glimpse of your naked, dripping pussy, your fingers still buried in the hot, plush flesh as you worked yourself open just for him.
“What a filthy little princess you are - you always like to act like such a brat, but we both know it’s just because you need Daddy’s cock inside your pretty little pussy,” Fugo crooned, his voice holding barely concealed lust as he watched your fingers continue rubbing and thrusting inside your cunt, your juices dripping from the digits and onto his cock, “You just want Daddy to keep you plugged up all nice and full with his dick, don’t you? You’re such a mindless little brat - all you’ve got in that pretty head of yours is need for Daddy’s cock, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” You sobbed and nodded, bucking your hips weakly into the press of your fingers, flinching slightly when Fugo clicked his tongue and grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingers out of your sopping cunt, “Well, I can’t really blame you, can I, sweetie? I know how much of a good cock slut you are - how desperate you get when you’re left empty for so long. C’mon, come sit on Daddy’s lap, I wanna watch you bounce on my cock and fill that warm, fertile womb of yours before my next meeting,” Fugo hummed, his hands cupping your hips and urging your down, forcing the tip of his dick inside your tight, wet heat. You mewled and immediately pushed down, taking the full length and girth of your Daddy inside you, your walls quivering and burning slightly from the stretch. You felt something settle in the pit of your gut, the heat quenched just the slightest bit as your needs were met. You ground your hips in little, shallow jerks against Pannacotta’s, your mouth open and drooling wetly while you stuffed yourself full with Daddy’s cock.
Fugo hissed between clenched teeth, his hands tightening their grip around your hips, squeezing and bruising the soft skin with ease, marking you in ways that would leave you aching for more days after you’d last see your Daddy, “Such a tight slut I’ve got, what a perfect whore, your pussy’s only for Daddy to use, isn’t it?” Pannacotta rumbled, his dark blue gaze locked on your flushed, slack face, his hands encouraging you to beg, rocking up and down on his cock. You sobbed and nodded, bucking with arrhythmic motions against Fugo as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock, your pussy making slick noises as it kissed the base with a lewd squelch before pulling back up, “It’s like you were made to be Daddy’s personal little cumdump. What would all of your friends say if they saw how desperate and needy you got for me, hmm? What would they think if they knew you left home without wearing panties, just hoping that Daddy would pin you to his desk and fill your cunt with my seed,” You whined, tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks at Pannacotta’s words, but you were too turned on to stop, too full of need, the deep-seated ache in your gut beginning to unravel from the combined effects of Fugo’s cock in your pussy and his filthy words spinning in your mind, “I bet this was exactly what you wanted - you want Daddy to cum in this dirty little cunt so my seed will drip out of you all day… but that would be such a waste of Daddy’s cum, wouldn’t it, princess?”
“Yes, D-Daddy!” You sobbed, riding Fugo as if your life depended on it, your world narrowing down to the heat and the wetness between your thighs, the growing pressure in your gut as you grew closer and closer to completion, “I wanna feel Daddy s-stuff me with his cum, I need to feel Daddy fill me up, ‘m so empty without Daddy’s cum inside me, please please please,” You whimpered and bounced irregularly, completely soaked as you tried to go harder, faster, to take Pannacotta deeper while he guided your hips the best. You could feel the head of his cock grind and prod against your g-spot, the sensations so perfect you couldn’t help but let your tongue hang out of your mouth, drool and precum trailing from your mouth in a lewd display. To think, the CEO’s daughter could be turned into such a desperate, wicked little slut just by one of the company’s financial employees. You sobbed, so close to cumming, your pussy throbbing with need - but you couldn’t cum without Daddy’s permission, “Please, please Daddy, please use my pussy, fill me with your cum, I’ll do a-anything to be filled Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, oh god Daddy, please, I need it so bad,” You wailed, your voice hiccuping and sweet with need, Pannacotta admiring the tears that spilt down your cheeks, the tightening and fluttering of your inner muscles as you grew closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
He hummed and pretended to mull your words over, watching hungrily as your wetness soaked the material of your dress even though it was bunched up around your waist, your makeup completely ruined from your tears. You were such a perfect mess for him, it was a wonder he’d managed to hold out for so long before the two of you started this secretive relationship together. Huffing, Pannacotta shifted in his chair, gripping your hips tightly and beginning to thrust up into you, pounding you without a second hesitation, watching your body jolt from the wet, meaty slaps of his hips against yours, “Then cum for me, my pretty little cumslut,” He growled, feeling his orgasm singe hot and ready in his blood, blue eyes so dark they were practically black, “Cum on my cock and Daddy’ll fill your messy pussy with his seed, come on, sweetheart, cum for Daddy,” With a little hiccupy wail, you slammed down and went still, your cunt tightening like a vice around Fugo’s cock as your release exploded out of you. Your juices gushed from your pussy as you drew Fugo in as deep as you could, your Daddy cursing roughly as your tight cunt pulled him over the edge. Cum, pearly white and sticky, filled your sensitive insides with thick ropes until you felt like you were stuffed and bloated with Pannacotta’s release. Your body leaned into the blond man’s chest, shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm, weak and in need of the comfort you experienced in Fugo’s warm hold.
It felt like Fugo came inside your pussy for hours, filling you up so much that you knew you were going to end up dripping his sticky spend everywhere for the rest of the day. You felt your body flush hot at the idea, the image in your mind turning your on despite yourself. You made a soft, inquisitive noise when Fugo shifted and leaned forward, forcefully pressing his still hard and cumming cock even deeper inside you - right up against your womb, oh god, oh god, it’s too much! - to open one of the drawers on his desk and rummage inside, ignoring your whimpers of overstimulation. After he got what he’d been searching for, the stronger man pulled you off of his cock and lay you over his desk, tipping your hips up to make sure that not a drop of his spend was wasted before he pressed something thick and cold into your cunt. You instinctively clenched and whined at the intrusion, but Fugo shushed you and continued to push the plug inside your filled pussy. You whimpered, the sensation was almost enough to have you cumming again, especially when the flared base finally stopped the to from filling you more. Fugo tapped the underside and chuckled when you whined, watching your labia tense as your clenched around the intrusion, hot cum sloshing right up against the lips to your womb, forced to remain deep in the back of your pussy because of the plug, “D-Daddy, ‘s so much, I can’t~!” You whimpered, one of your hands moving to gently touch the base of the plug, whining when Fugo slapped your hand sharply in response.
“Ah-ah, no touching, princess,” He scolded you, pulling you back up into a seating position on his desk, which just made the toy shift and rub against your sensitive inner walls in a way that had you mewling pathetically, “You’re the one that always complains about how empty you are, so Daddy had to get a new toy to keep you occupied while he works,” Pannacotta hummed, leaning back in his chair, cock slick and soft against his clothed thigh, “Now, get on your knees and clean Daddy’s cock with that bratty mouth of yours. I want you to keep me nice and warm in that hot little mouth for the rest of the day, alright? If you’re good, Daddy will spend all night fucking and breeding that messy little hole of yours,” You shuddered and nodded, eagerly clambering down from the desk to plop yourself back where you’d originally been, kneeling patiently on the floor. Pannacotta scooted his chair back to hide you once more, releasing a soft, happy sigh when he felt your plush, swollen mouth wrap around his soft cock once more, tongue laving him clean of your juices and the remaining traces of his cum before you took the entire thing into your warm, wet mouth and remained there. Your nose nuzzled against the fuzz on his pelvis, pussy full of cum and the plug, Pannacotta patting the back of your head in praise before he settled in to continue working, “Hmm, maybe I should get you a nice little collar and bed next time you come to the office with me.”
You mewled around his cock, noise muffled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Pannacotta hummed and picked up his pen, satisfied from filling your pussy with cum, his cock nice and warm as he went on with his work. He couldn’t wait to reward his good little princess.