The anticipation was palpable as Annabelle smoothed her skirt and checked her makeup in the mirror, her heart fluttering with excitement. Joseph would be arriving any moment now for their scheduled “session”.

Annabelle loved Joseph. He was one of her favorite men to service, demanding and rough, the way she liked it. The way he manhandled her, calling her filthy names as he used every one of her holes left her dripping and aching for more. There was just something about his cool, dark eyes and the way he grabbed her hair that made her pussy clench.

A knock at the door jolted her from her daydreams. “Come in,” she called out, sitting primly behind her desk, hands folded. The door swung open and Joseph strode in, a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He set it down with a heavy thunk.

“Hello, dirty girl,” he purred, voice dripping with disdain. “I’ve got some toys for you today.”

Annabelle’s cunt fluttered at his words. She knew she was in for a treat. “Yes sir,” she replied meekly, looking down at her folded hands.

Joseph reached into the bag and withdrew an enormous, realistically shaped dildo. Annabelle’s eyes went wide. It was huge, with thick veiny shaft and bulbous head nearly as big as her wrist. “On your knees, whore. Hands behind your back.”

She scrambled to obey, sinking to the floor and presenting her back to him, nipples already pebbled with arousal. They were alone in her third floor office, windows stretching from floor to ceiling, but she knew people in the surrounding buildings could easily see in. The thought made her flush.

Joseph yanked open her blouse, sending buttons flying, and roughly palmed her tits. “Stick out your tongue,” he commanded. Annabelle obliged, feeling sloppy and debased as he rubbed the flared head of the enormous cock toy over her face. He notched it behind her teeth and shoved it in, filling her mouth in one brutal thrust. She gagged and drooled around the invasion, tears pricking her eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” Joseph crooned, giving the dildo a few shallow thrusts. “Boring already, am I?” He grabbed a fistful of Annabelle’s hair and dragged her to her feet, bending her over the desk. Her skirt flipped up and Joseph’s belt clicked around her throat.

“Squirm for me, cumslut,” he growled, notching his thick cock at her entrance. A hard slap to her ass and then he was splitting her open, huge dick plundering her tiny cunt in one rough stroke. Annabelle wailed around the giant dildo still stuffed in her mouth.

Joseph pounded into her, each thrust rattling the desk, his free hand snaking down to pinch and tug her clit. “Take it, you desperate fuckpig. Milk my cock.” Annabelle’s pussy spasmed, walls fluttering wildly.

She was just starting to come when she felt a finger press at her asshole, circling then shoving inside. The double penetration had her seeing stars. Joseph fucked into her harder, grunting, using her holes like a cheap fuck sleeve.

When he pulled out abruptly, Annabelle mewled in protest. He flipped her over and she saw with surprise that he’d suction cupped the dildo to the desk, standing upright. “Clean it, whore,” he ordered.

Annabelle obeyed immediately, wrapping her lips around the spit-slick shaft and sucking hard, tongue swirling. She felt Joseph at her ass again, then his thick cock spearing into her, heavy balls slapping her clit. “That’s it, suck it like a good cocksucker.”

His cock was pistoning in her ass now, rough fingers shoving into her sloppy cunt, curling just right. Annabelle shook and juddered, sucking the enormous fake cock for all she was worth. “Fuck, gonna cum,” Joseph grunted.

His cock twitched and swelled, spurting hot cum deep in her ass. The feeling of his release triggered her own earth-shattering orgasm. Annabelle wailed around the dildo as she came hard, cunt and ass clenching rhythmically.

When she finally stilled, Joseph flipped her right side up. “Such a good whore,” he praised, smacking her cheek. “Took my cock so well, dirty girl. I’ll have to buy you a collar.”

Annabelle shivered, pussy dripping and fluttering at his words. She couldn’t wait until his next visit, the depraved things he’d do to her body and mind. She’d never felt so happy and content as when this man used her.

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