My boss’s daughter, Tricia, is the biggest cock tease I’ve ever met. She’s in her junior year of college, with a curvy body and a tendency to wear snug skirts and low-necked blouses.

Since my boss’s office is across from my desk, I’m treated to the sight of her round ass and magnificent breasts multiple times a week when Tricia visits her mom for lunch.

“The outfit isn’t what makes her a cock tease — hell knows women can wear whatever they want and it doesn’t give me the right to judge them or be a creep. What makes her a cock tease is how she acts when she passes my desk.

Tricia likes to drop things. It seemed like an accident at first, but now I think it’s a plot. When she bends over to retrieve her pens, pencils, or paper, that skirt stretches tight across her ass. Before she stands up again, she looks over her shoulder and grins at me, acknowledging that I’m looking.

I try not to look; I really do. But ever since I realized she likes when I look, it’s hard to resist the temptation.

She also likes to plant her hands on my desk and lean over just enough to give me a peek down her shirt. “How’re you doing, Josh?” she’ll ask in a breathy little voice, and every time my gaze flickers to her cleavage, she smiles like the cat who got the cream. Last week, she accompanied the question with a saucy wink and trailed her finger down my tie before heading into her mom’s office.

My boss thinks her daughter is a sweet little innocent whose only dream is to go to veterinary school. Tricia may have everyone else fooled, but I know what’s lurking under that pretty exterior.

I was working late one Tuesday night. My boss had just left when Tricia strolled out of the elevator. She sauntered up to my desk and propped her hip on it.

“Are you looking for your mom?” I asked, trying to ignore the way her black miniskirt rode up her thighs. “She just left.”

Tricia pouted. “Oh, did she? Well, that’s all right.” She studied my papers with interest. “What are you working on?”

I was proofing a presentation, but Tricia didn’t care about that. I leaned back in my chair. “Why do you keep bothering me, Tricia?”

She bit her lip and released it slowly. “Is it bothering you? I can stop.” She started to get up, but I grabbed her wrist, keeping her there. Her eyes widened and she squirmed a little on my desk as if the move had turned her on.

“If you want something,” I told her, “you can just ask for it.”

She was still feigning innocence. “Photocopies or something? Oh, that’s very sweet — ”

I cut her off. “You know exactly what I mean. If you want my cock, you can have it, but you have to tell me.”

Fucking the boss’s daughter was a terrible idea, but I was tired of hiding erections under my desk every time Tricia walked by. I was tired of those sneaky little smiles and the way she flirted without ever making a move.

She ran a finger along the edge of her shirt, drawing my attention to the upper curve of her breast. “But I’m shy,” she pouted.

So that’s how we were going to play it? I stood up and walked around the desk, enjoying the moment when her gaze shot to my erection and she licked her lips. She slid off the desk, then gasped when I spun her around and bent her over it. I gripped her hair in one hand and slid the other up the inside of her thigh. She wasn’t wearing panties, and when my fingers brushed her wet pussy, she moaned.

“Bullshit,” I said. “You just like playing the innocent little girl.”

She shivered, and I knew I’d gotten it exactly right. Tricia got off on playing innocent while someone fucked her dirty. “Are you going to punish me?” she asked in that same breathy little-girl voice.

My dick got impossibly hard. “Does that turn you on?” I asked. “Being shown what a bad little girl you are?”

She nodded against the desk, her cheek rubbing against the papers.

Tricia didn’t just like power play — she had a full-blown kink. I was more than willing to work with that. I jerked her upright by her hair to whisper in her ear. “You’re going to go home and put on your naughtiest little schoolgirl outfit, and then you’re going to come to my apartment so I can show you exactly how bad you’ve been.” I let her go and gave her my address. “You have one hour.”

Tricia showed up three minutes late — deliberately, I was sure. When I opened my door, she was standing with her hip cocked, twirling a pigtail around her fingers. She wore a white button-up that gaped to show a scarlet bra, and her plaid skirt was tiny. Knee-high socks and black heels completed the look. She had fully committed to the role-playing.

I had found my best professorial outfit — khakis and an argyle sweater vest over a white shirt. “You’re late,” I said, looking at my watch.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She pouted and tried to look contrite — not very convincingly.

“Lateness is unacceptable.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my apartment, which was already decorated for the encounter. I’d dragged my desk into the living room and covered it with papers, and a collection of toys was lined up along one edge.

I shoved her into a chair across from the desk and stood in front of her. “You’ve been misbehaving a lot lately. Dressing inappropriately, saying suggestive things. You should be worried about your grades.”

She stared at me with big eyes. “I’ll do anything to keep my grades up,” she whispered, then reached for my zipper and tugged it down. “Anything you want.”

“Get on your knees,” I commanded.

She knelt with her hands on her thighs in a posture that told me she was used to formal submission. This wouldn’t be her intro into BDSM, which meant I didn’t have to go easy on her. “Your safe word is ‘PowerPoint,’” I told her. After she nodded in acknowledgement, I commanded her to undress me. She licked her lips and stared at my dick as if it was the only thing she wanted.

I didn’t ask or hesitate. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward, and her mouth opened hungrily over my cock. She moaned and took the entire thing, but she didn’t move once my dick was pressing into her throat. She just looked up at me, waiting.

“Bad girls get their mouths fucked,” I told her. I started thrusting — gently for a few strokes, then hard when I realized she could take it. She made little choking noises as I used her mouth, but her hand slid beneath her skirt.

I used her pigtails for leverage, gripping them at the bases as I thrusted, and her groan vibrated through my erection.

I wasn’t willing to come yet, though, so I pulled her off my dick. “That gives you a little extra credit,” I told her, “but you’re still a naughty little tease. I’m going to punish you for coming into my office in all those short skirts and making me think filthy things.”

I bent her over the desk. She gripped the far edge, sending papers fluttering to the ground. When I flipped up her skirt, her bare pussy glistened with her wetness.

It was time for a little more pain. I slapped her ass, warming her up, and as my blows grew harder, she rocked up on her toes. Soon her ass was flame-red and she was whimpering with each hit.

“Have you been bad?” I demanded.

She nodded frantically against the desk. “I’m a very bad girl. Please punish me, sir.”

I grabbed the crop from the edge of the desk and brought it down on one cheek with a sharp smack. She cried out and tucked her hips in briefly as if to hide from the blow. I massaged the cheek, and soon she was sticking her ass out again, writhing for more.

I smacked her again and again with the crop, leaving little red marks that made me even harder. Soon she was groaning and swearing, crumpling papers in her hands. I switched to the paddle for a few more solid blows.

I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. “This pussy is mine,” I told her. I slid my finger back. “This ass is mine, too.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, sir. Punish me. I’m so bad.”

I picked up a butt plug I’d purchased on my way home from the office. Once the tip was lubed, I started pressing gently against her anus. She whimpered but took it an inch at a time, and soon all that was visible of it was a glittering jewel between her cheeks.

“Bad girls get fucked,” I told her. Again, she nodded, so I rolled a condom over myself. I reached under her pelvis to rub her clit as I slowly fed my cock into her. She went nuts for it, gasping and scrambling at the desk, working her hips to take more. With the plug in her, she would feel stretched and full. That extra sensitivity would make the pounding she was about to take even more intense.

My first thrust sent her clit rubbing over my palm. I repeated the motion, letting her get accustomed to my size. Then I dragged one of her hands down so she was rubbing her clit instead and stood upright to start fucking. I gripped her hip hard with one hand and spanked her reddened ass with the other. The jiggle of her butt was mesmerizing, and I caught glimpses of that shining jewel on every thrust.

Once she was writhing and screaming, trying to twist away from the blows, I stopped spanking her and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her up from the desk. Then I pounded into her brutally, anchoring her with one hand on her throat and the other on her hip. She begged and wept, then came with a scream.

I couldn’t hang on anymore. The dam burst, and as semen pumped out of me, my vision went hazy. I hadn’t come this hard with anyone in recent memory.

I cleaned her up and cuddled her afterward, wiping a few tears from her cheeks. She looked dazed. “That was the best,” she slurred.

I grinned, feeling like a god. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

She shook her head. “Oh, definitely not. In fact, I’m probably going to be worse.”