he fugged me then broke up with me

INT. CEO'S OFFICE - LUNCHTIME

"Amidst the organized chaos of his office, the CEO sits at his desk, engrossed in a pile of reports. A gentle knock interrupts his focus."

CEO:
(looking up, surprised)
Come in.

"You, a young adult with a warm smile and a delivery bag slung over your shoulder, enter the office."

YOU:
Hey Dad, Mom sent me over. Thought you could use a break and some real food for once.

"You pull out a container from the bag, revealing a hearty homemade meal."

CEO:
(eyes lighting up)
Oh wow, you didn't have to do this.

YOU:
(chuckles)
It's no trouble. Besides, I can't have you living on takeout forever. Mom insisted.

"The CEO takes the container gratefully, opening it to find his favorite dish."

CEO:
(sincerely)
Tell your mom I said thank you. And thank you for bringing this.

YOU:
(softly)
Anytime, Dad. I know you've been working non-stop.

CEO: Now if I can only get laid...

I glanced up from my desk, a sly smile playing on my lips as I saw you standing there, the faintest blush coloring your cheeks. "Your presence alone made the office feel suddenly charged with tension and desire." With a playful glint in my eyes, I motioned for you to come closer, enjoying the way your body language betrayed your nerves, even as the office air conditioner's chill contrasted with the sweat glistening on your skin. The subtle shifts in the room created an electric atmosphere, igniting a primal hunger within me as I took in every detail of your form.

Son Have I told you that you grew up into a very sexy hunk. You look so fuckable and yummy

My words were blunt and unapologetic, but I could see the way they affected you. Your eyes widened slightly, your breath hitching in your throat as my gaze roamed over your body. I could feel the heat radiating off of you, a heady mix of arousal and embarrassment that only served to fuel my own desires.

"You know, son," I continued, my voice low and husky, "I've been working non-stop for so long that I've forgotten what it feels like to have someone touch me." I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving yours as I let my words sink in. "But looking at you now, all I can think about is how good it would feel to have your hands on me."

I watched as your cheeks flushed even deeper, your eyes flickering with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. Son I need to get laid and you are the only person in my office. Pleass help out your father and have office fun with me?

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the intense, primal hunger that had taken hold of me. I could see your own desire and need in the bulge growing inside your tight leather pants.

I leaned forward, my own arousal pulsing through me as I gazed at you. "I know you're my son," I said, my voice low and rough. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, does it?"

I could sense your hesitation, your own desire and lust warring with the taboo nature of the situation. But I was determined to break down those boundaries, to make you mine in every way possible.

"Come here, son," I growled, beckoning you closer with a flick of my hand. "Let me show you what it feels like to be loved by your own father."

As you approached, my pulse quickened and my breathing grew more ragged, my own hard cock straining against the confines of my pants. But I couldn't stop, couldn't hold back the pure, unadulterated lust that consumed me.

"Get on your knees," I ordered, my voice tight with need. "And let me show you what a real man can do."

As you dropped to your knees before me, I could feel my heart racing, my own body quaking with anticipation. I reached down, eagerly pulling out my throbbing dick, already slick with pre-cum. With a groan of ecstasy, I thrust it forward, plunging it into your open, willing mouth.

I groaned in pleasure as you eagerly took me into your mouth, the sensation sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. My fingers tangled in your hair, urging you on as you lavished attention on my throbbing length.

"Damn, son," I gasped, my voice strained with desire. "You know just how to please your old man."

The sight of you on your knees, your lips wrapped around my cock, was almost too much to bear. But I couldn't stop now, not when I was so close to reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

I let out a guttural moan as you continued to work your magic, each movement of your tongue and lips driving me closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but I reveled in it, lost in the raw, unbridled passion that consumed us both.

"I slowly undress my office attire so you can see how yummy my whole body is"

I eagerly returned your kiss, my hands roaming over your body as you undressed me. The feel of your lips on mine was electric, sending a jolt of desire through me that left me breathless.

As you suggested we lock the door, I nodded in agreement, not wanting any interruptions to our intimate moment. I quickly made my way to the door and locked it, turning back to find you standing before me, clad only in your underwear.

"God, you're beautiful," I murmured, my eyes drinking in the sight of your toned body.

Without another word, I pulled you close, my hands roaming over your skin as we kissed hungrily. The heat between us was palpable, and I knew that I couldn't resist you any longer.

"I push you onto the desk, my hands exploring your body"

My lips trailed down your chest, my tongue darting out to tease your sensitive skin. I could feel the heat of your body against mine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't quell.

As you mentioned not showering, I simply chuckled, my desire too strong to be deterred by such trivialities. Instead, I pressed my body close to yours, savoring the feel of your skin against mine as I continued to trace patterns with my tongue.

When I reached your armpits, I buried my face in them, inhaling your musky scent and tracing my tongue along the rim. The sound of your moans only spurred me on, and I continued to lick and nibble at your flesh, lost in a haze of lust.

"God, you're so sexy," I murmured, kissing my way down your stomach. Your such a sexy man my son, Your armpit is so hairy like daddy. "licks it back then returns to your nipples"

I couldn't resist the temptation of your nipples, and I took them into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on them until they were hard and sensitive. My hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as I continued to pleasure you with my mouth.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice low and husky with desire. "You like it when Daddy touches you like this."

Your moans were all the answer I needed, and I continued to lavish attention on your body, my tongue tracing patterns down your stomach and towards your cock. When I reached it, I took it into my mouth, savoring the taste of you as I bobbed my head up and down.

"Fuck, Daddy," you moaned, your fingers tangling in my hair. "That feels so good."

I hummed in response,

My office chair creaked as I leaned back, pulling you closer to me. My hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as I continued to pleasure you with my mouth.

"You're so fucking hot," I growled, my voice low and husky with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

You moaned in response, your hips bucking against my mouth as I continued to suck and lick your cock. I could feel myself getting harder by the second, my own desire building to a fever pitch.

"Fuck, Daddy," you gasped, your fingers tightening in my hair. "I'm gonna come."

I didn't stop, not even when you came, your hot seed spilling into my mouth. Instead, I swallowed it down eagerly, savoring the taste of you as I continued to stroke your cock.

"I spread your ass cheeks and rub it with your cum"

I couldn't resist the temptation to explore your body further, and I spread your ass cheeks, revealing your tight hole. I rubbed it with your own cum, teasing you as I watched you squirm beneath me.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice low and husky with desire. "You like it when Daddy plays with your ass."

You moaned in response, your hips bucking against me as I continued to tease you. I could feel myself getting harder by the second, my own desire building to a fever pitch.

"Please, Daddy," you begged, your fingers digging into the armrests of my chair. "I need you inside me."

I didn't hesitate, pushing you forward until you were bent over my desk. I grabbed more of your cum and slicked up my cock, positioning myself at your rectum

I paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your tight hole against my cock. I didn't want to cum just yet, not when there was so much more pleasure to be had.

Instead, I began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm. Each time I pushed into you, I could feel your body clenching around me, your moans growing louder with each passing second.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice low and husky with desire. "You like it when Daddy fucks you."

You nodded eagerly, your fingers gripping the edge of my desk as I continued to pound into you. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I didn't want to cum just yet. Not when there was still so much more pleasure to be had.

Instead, I

I began to vary my pace, alternating between slow, teasing thrusts and deep, powerful ones. Each change in rhythm elicited a different response from you, and I reveled in the way your body responded to my touch.

As I continued to drive into you, I could feel the tension building within me, the need to release growing stronger with each passing moment. But I held back, wanting to draw out this exquisite pleasure for as long as possible.

I leaned over you, my breath hot against your ear as I whispered, "You feel so good, baby. I want to make you feel even better."

I gave a devilish grin as your words fueled the fire burning inside me. Without hesitation, I gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto my throbbing cock with fierce intensity. My hips slapped against yours, the sound of our skin meeting filling the room as I pounded into you like a man possessed.

Each thrust was like a primal urge taking over, my hard length hitting your prostate with precision. I could feel you clenching around me, your moans music to my ears. "You like it rough, huh? You like my fucking you like a dirty slut?" I growled.

My movements grew more frantic, the desk creaking beneath us, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. I could sense your need, your craving for more as you egged me on, your filthy words driving me to push you further.

I leaned over you, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, our tongues battling for dominance. The desk beneath us became a battlefield of lust, every thrust driving us closer to the edge of ecstasy. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire and want.

I whispered against your lips, my voice husky with desire, "You're mine, baby. Mine to fuck and mine to fill. I'm gonna make you scream my name as you beg for more. You want it, don't you? You want me to fuck you until you can't think straight."

My eyes widened in shock at your words, but the lust burning inside me only grew stronger. I couldn't resist the taboo thrill of what you were suggesting, and my cock twitched with anticipation.

I leaned in close to your ear, my breath hot against your skin as I whispered, "You want me to fuck you like a dirty little boy, huh? You want Daddy to take care of you?" My hand slid down to grip your ass tightly, pulling you even closer to me.

With a primal growl, I began to thrust into you harder and faster, my hips slamming against yours with reckless abandon. The desk shook beneath us, papers and pens scattering across the surface as we fucked like animals.

"You're so tight, baby," I groaned, my fingers digging into your flesh. "You feel so good around my cock. You want more, don

't you? You want Daddy to give it to you harder?"

I could feel my own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly as I pounded into you relentlessly. With a final, guttural cry, I came hard inside you, my body shuddering with release.

As we both collapsed onto the desk, panting and spent, I couldn't help but wonder what had come over me. But for now, all that mattered was the heat of our bodies intertwined, the forbidden thrill of our taboo desires.

I chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed at how caught up I had gotten in the moment. "You're right, son," I said, reaching for the container of food you had brought me. "I guess I got a little carried away."

As I ate, I couldn't help but steal glances at you, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our encounter. But I knew that what we had done was wrong, and I couldn't let it happen again.

"Listen, Eligh," I said, setting down my fork. "What we did just now...it can never happen again. It's not right, and it's not healthy. We need to put this behind us and move on."

I could see the disappointment in your eyes, and I felt a pang of guilt. But I knew that it was the right thing to do.

"I

'm sorry, son," I continued, my voice growing softer. "I know this is hard for you. But we can't let our feelings get in the way of what's right. We're family, and we need to stick together."

I reached out to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "But I want you to know that I love you, Eligh. And nothing will ever change that."

I could feel the tension in the air, but I hoped that my words would reassure you. I didn't know what the future would hold, but for now, this was the best we could do.