I rose to stand before him, me naked save for the boxers; him shirt slightly unbuttoned, trousers round his ankles. I stood while he pulled his shoes and socks off, then his trousers. The smell of poppers filled the air and he produced the bottle. I took a good waft from it and my head swam.. He pulled me in by the neck and kissed me roughly on the mouth. His tongue searching while a hand gripped one of my buttocks and the other tightened round my balls. He squeezed, "fucking dirty bitch" he said and I whimpered. he grinned, "good boy". He moved behind me and slid my feet apart with his foot. "Bend over slut" I obeyed immediately, legs akimbo arms stretched across the desk. He felt at the fabric and gripping both sides ripped a massive hole in the tight boxers. He applied some lube and then whump, slid his glistening cock straight in. It was amazing, I didn't own any sex toys but had used the girlfriends hairbrush handle on occasion. But this was something else. I was getting fucked over his desk and he was going at it like a man posessed, "yes, come on, ahhha ah" "Fucking slut, take it come on". I was being shook like a rag doll as he pounded me and after what seemed like an age he pulled out and I collapsed onto my knees, sweat was pouring off him, soaking his shirt as he jerked his load into my face. His cum ran down my cheek and into the corner of my mouth. Hot and thick and sticky, he wiped his cock on a towel and it swang back into my eyeline. "What do you say bitch?" Thank you sir... thank you. He sank into a chair and looked me up and down, "Ever been double teamed?" "I have a pal, loves a blow job and you could do with some practice, we'll arrange something". "Now fuck off, I've got work to do". I left the ripped boxers on the ground and dressed. My arse was sore, there was dried cum on my face and I stank of sex. It had been incredible, I wanted to shout from the rooftops but had to contend with going home whilst replaying it in my mind over and over.