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The chamber was silent, heavy with the scent of cigars and leather chairs. The rest of the family had just stepped out for a short break, leaving the long table empty. Porsche leaned back in Kinn’s chair, legs spread lazily, skirt bunched high — no panties. His wet pussy glistened in the dim golden light.
Kinn closed the door with a quiet click, eyes darkening at the sight. “You’re really playing with fire,” he muttered, loosening his tie as he stalked closer.
Porsche smirked, teasing a finger along his folds. “What’s the point of a meeting chamber if I can’t keep my boss entertained?”
Kinn’s jaw clenched. He dragged the chair back, forcing Porsche’s thighs open wider. His mouth was on him before Porsche could laugh, tongue plunging in, sucking greedily at the slick heat.
“Ah—Kinn… nghh—” Porsche’s moans echoed in the room, broken and shameless. His hands gripped the edge of the table, hips grinding into Kinn’s face. Every wet slurp and obscene sound filled the chamber like a dirty secret.
“Dripping for me already?” Kinn’s voice was husky against his folds. He pushed two fingers deep inside, curling them. Porsche’s back arched, a sharp cry tearing out of him.
“Kinn—fuck—ahh don’t stop—”
Kinn licked up every squirt that spilled, drinking him down like he was starved. The table shook as Porsche trembled, legs clamping around Kinn’s head, pussy clenching tight.
“
Kinn slammed Porsche flat onto the table, cheek pressed to the cool wood, ass high, pussy spread wide and leaking. His cock drove in deep, hard enough that the table legs creaked.
“Fuck—yes—Kinn! My pussy’s yours—use me—ahhh—” Porsche sobbed, drool smearing across the surface.
Kinn leaned down, biting his ear, voice a growl. “Yours? No. This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”
“Y-yours! Kinn—this pussy is yours—ruin it—fill it—”
“That’s right, slut,” Kinn snarled, snapping his hips. “Look at you—so wet, squirting like a whore in the boss’s chamber. You want my cum that bad? Hm?”
“Y-yes! Please—breed me here—make me messy—fuck—ahhh—!”
Kinn pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, hard enough to make the table shift. Slick squirt sprayed across the polished wood, dripping onto the floor. He shoved two fingers into Porsche’s mouth, forcing him to suck.
“Choke on it,” Kinn commanded. “Taste yourself. That’s how desperate you are—slutty little body begging for more.”
Porsche gagged, tears streaking down his face as he obeyed, sucking loud and filthy while his pussy clenched around Kinn’s cock, milking him.
“Louder, baby. Let them hear how I fuck my dirty whore. Scream for me.”
“Ahhh—Kinn—yesyesyes—ruin me harder—my pussy’s dripping for you—ahhh fuck, I’m cumming again!” Porsche’s scream echoed through the chamber, his thighs trembling as another gush of squirt exploded around Kinn’s cock.
Kinn groaned, pounding through it, cock soaked. “That’s it—squirt all over me. Drip down my balls. You’re mine, Porsche. My slutty little cumdump.”
“Yours, Kinn—yours! Breed me—breed my pussy—don’t stop!”
Kinn didn’t slow. Even when Porsche collapsed against the table, trembling and dripping, he yanked him up by the hair, forcing his mouth open. “Still breathing? Good. I’m not done with you.”
“K-Kinn—ahh, my pussy… it’s too much—” Porsche whined, but his hips betrayed him, pushing back against the thick cock still buried inside.
“Too much?” Kinn smirked darkly. “No, baby. This pussy was made for me. It’s begging to be destroyed.” He thrust hard, each stroke wet and obscene. “Listen to that—sloppy, ruined, squirting like it can’t get enough.”
“Ahhh! F-fuck—Kinn—I’m cumming again!” Porsche sobbed, body jerking violently as another spray soaked the table, dripping onto the carpet.
Kinn pulled out, only to flip him over and pin him flat on his back against the table, legs spread wide, cunt glistening and swollen. He slapped it lightly, watching more slick gush out. “Look at this mess. You’re dripping like a whore. Say it.”
“I—I’m your whore—your slut, only yours—ahhh—fuck me harder—”
“That’s my good boy,” Kinn growled, sliding back in to the hilt. “I’ll keep fucking this sloppy pussy until it learns who owns it.”
He pounded him mercilessly, Porsche screaming, nails clawing at the wood. Cum spilled hot and thick inside, but Kinn didn’t stop, even as it leaked out around his cock.
“Again,” Kinn demanded, holding Porsche’s chin so he couldn’t look away. “Cum again for me. Squirt all over my cock.”
“I-I can’t—ahhh—I can’t—”
“Yes you can.” He rubbed Porsche’s clit brutally while thrusting deep. Within seconds, Porsche screamed, squirting violently, soaking Kinn’s shirt and the table.
Kinn groaned, thrusting deeper, voice rough. “Good slut. You’ll squirt until this whole chamber stinks of your pussy. Until no one can sit at this table without knowing I fucked you here.”
Porsche’s body convulsed, broken sobs spilling from his lips. “Kinn—ahhh—my pussy’s ruined—take it—take everything—”
Kinn bit his neck, thrusting through his cries. “Ruined? No, baby. It’s mine. And I’m going to fuck you again and again until you can’t walk out of this room.”
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Kinn dragged Porsche off the table, cum dripping down his thighs, and threw him into the leather chair at the head of the chamber. Porsche’s legs hung open, pussy glistening, still twitching from the last orgasm.
Kinn sat down, pulling Porsche onto his lap, cock already hard again, slick with their mess. He lined himself up and shoved in, bottoming out in one thrust.
“Ahhh—Kinn—too deep—ahhh!” Porsche screamed, nails digging into Kinn’s shoulders as his pussy squelched loudly.
Kinn gripped his waist tight, forcing him to bounce on his cock. “Ride it. Show me how much of a slut you are for my dick.”
Porsche sobbed but obeyed, hips rolling, pussy dripping wet. “Y-yes—I’m your slut—your whore—ahhh—fuck—look, I’m squirting again!”
A gush sprayed across Kinn’s suit, soaking his tie. Kinn growled, catching Porsche’s throat in one hand. “Good. Drench me. Cover me in your filthy little pussy juice.”
He slammed Porsche down harder, cock hitting deep. “Feel that? That’s my cum leaking out of you, and I’m about to fill you again. You want it?”
“Y-yes! Please! Breed me again—make me messy—make me your cumdump!”
Kinn’s thrusts grew brutal, the chair rocking against the chamber wall. Every wet slap echoed, every scream of Porsche’s carried through the room. Slick squirt exploded again, spraying the floor.
Kinn groaned, slamming him down one last time as he spilled another hot load deep inside, overflowing. Cum poured out, dripping between Porsche’s thighs onto the leather seat.
He didn’t let go—he kept rocking him on his cock, overstimulating, forcing Porsche’s body to twitch and spasm, another squirt splashing over his abs.
“See that? Ruined and dripping—no one else gets this pussy. Only me. Only your boss.”
Porsche collapsed against his chest, sobbing, broken. “K-Kinn… I can’t… no more… my pussy’s ruined…”
Kinn wasn’t finished. He yanked Porsche off the chair, bent him face-down over the long chamber desk again. Cum still leaked steadily down his thighs, but Kinn shoved back inside with a savage thrust, filling him to the brim.
“Ahhh—ahhh! K-Kinn—I can’t—I can’t—” Porsche sobbed, body trembling violently, his voice breaking into raw cries.
“Yes you can,” Kinn growled, pounding him harder, each slap echoing off the chamber walls. “This pussy is mine, and I’ll fuck it until it learns.”
Porsche’s body convulsed, squirting violently across the desk, soaking the polished wood. His legs buckled, his voice turned into strangled screams, then whimpers. “Ahhh—I’m cumming—again—ahhh—no more—I can’t—”
Kinn didn’t stop until Porsche’s eyes fluttered, body going limp, his cheek pressed weakly to the desk. With one final deep thrust, Kinn emptied another hot load inside, groaning low in his chest.
He pulled out slowly, watching the cum spill down in messy streams. Then he caught Porsche’s collapsing body in his arms.
“Shhh… baby…” Kinn whispered now, his voice completely different—soft, protective. He lifted Porsche gently, laying kisses along his sweat-soaked temple. “You did so well for me. My beautiful slut.”
He settled Porsche on his lap in the leather chair again, cradling him like he was fragile glass. Pulling a silk handkerchief from his pocket, Kinn carefully cleaned the mess between Porsche’s thighs, murmuring sweet words against his hair.
“You fainted, love… I pushed you too far,” he whispered, kissing his damp eyelids. “But I’ll always take care of you. You’re mine.”
Porsche stirred weakly, whispering against his chest, “…Yours… always yours.”
Kinn smiled softly, stroking his hair, rocking him gently in the big chamber chair. The room still reeked of sex, the table stained, the floor wet—but all Kinn cared about was the trembling boy in his arms.
He pressed one last kiss to Porsche’s forehead. “Sleep, baby. I’ll carry you back to our bed. No one will ever touch you but me.”
And with that, he scooped Porsche up effortlessly, wrapping his jacket around his bare body, and carried him out—leaving the ruined chamber as proof of their dirty, dangerous love.