I am an ordinary employee of our company responsible for storing and organizing documents. I have a separate office in which all the documents are located, and which no one can enter without my permission.

It was an ordinary Friday, the end of the week, which did not foretell anything unusual. Suddenly, our personnel officer comes to me - a woman of solid age, in the company of a charming young person. And he informs me that this girl, and her name was Anya, will practice with us, and I have been appointed as her leader. I looked puzzled at this gentle creature, pretty face, brown eyes, long dark hair, gathered in a high tail, and a beautiful girlish figure, covered with a light blouse and jeans. I swallowed. Not every day they give you a trainee, and even such a charming one. The idea that she would be alone with me, in a closed room, stirred the imagination.

The girl was modest, but very executive. I used to force her to get documents from the top shelves all day long, so that she would constantly watch her elastic ass-covered jeans. Time went by the end of the working day, and my desire grew by the hour. As a result, a plan has matured in my head. I told Anya to take the documents that should be sent for storage, and took her to the archival room, which was located deep in the basement, where no one could disturb me. Closing the heavy fireproof doors, I turned on the light. Anya put the documents on the table and began to lay them on the shelves, sometimes referring to the form. I admired her figure. Thin, flexible, with a small chest, she beckoned, causing a stir in my pants. She noticed that I was looking at her, but I didn’t react outwardly. However, it became clear that the girl was worried. Her movements became faster and sharper. Apparently, Anya thought to finish the assigned work as quickly as possible and leave the enclosed room in which she was with the man he had seen for the first time today, and which so devoured by her eyes.

“I finished,” she said in a low, slightly uncertain voice.

I did not answer. I stood and silently watched the jeans hug her hips, as they depicted her pussy. She caught my eye on her crotch and was embarrassed, flushing and dropping her eyes.

- Anything else to do? She asked. She tried to look calm, but her voice cracked slightly, betraying her excitement and fear.

- Yes, you need to do something else. - With these words I approached her. Fear splashed in her eyes. She took a few steps back until she put her ass on the table, on which there was not a single piece of paper.

- What would you like? - She asked in a broken voice. I ran my fingers over her cheek. The girl looked at my neck, afraid to raise her eyes, only the trembling of her body betrayed fear.

Fingers slid over her neck. It was obvious that Anya could hardly restrain herself not to run away or burst into tears. My hand slipped to her chest, feeling, squeezing her not big, but such elastic tits.

“Please ...” she whispered. And the eyes began to fill with tears. My hand slid down the tummy to her crotch. The girl tried to move away, but I pressed her to the table. She turned her face away.

“Please do not ...” Anya said in a trembling voice, and the first tear rolled out of her eyes. My palm felt the warmth of her crotch, which I squeezed through thin jeans.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed, forcing me to kneel down, and the girl resignedly, but sank down with tears. I unzipped my pants, showing her all my desire. Anya turned away, biting her lip and holding back the flow of tears, ready to rush out of her beautiful brown eyes. Taking her hair, I turned her head to his heaving cock. And pulled, poking his head in the closed lips.Anya meekly opened her mouth and let him inside. I put her mouth on the neck so that the poor girl coughed and could not hold a new portion of tears. Holding her like a toy, I started to fuck her mouth. She just wrapped her firm dignity with her tender lips. Looking at this fragile creation, which is forced against my will to make a blowjob to an unknown man, I suddenly felt an unhealthy pleasure from her humiliation. This situation so excited me that I wanted more. I picked up the girl and leaned on the table, turning my back to me.

- Not! - She screamed when my hand took her breast to a hard surface. And the other hand was already tearing off her delicious butt jeans along with pink panties.

- Please do not! - She pleaded, sobbing. But my desire was stronger than her plea. A sharp push broke the silence with her cry. A sharp push gave her pain and a feeling of fullness. The next push told her that she was a thing, she was a toy and she was mercilessly used. She was crying loudly, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and my sharp movements pulled out a cry and a moan from her mouth. Anya moaned and cried. She cried and moaned while I took her, while I used her tender body. Pressing her all the stronger to the table, pulled her hair, delivering pain. Accelerating, I wanted, really wanted to give her all my passion, to leave my mark on her. Leave in this gentle, trouble-free because of its soft nature, the girl a piece of herself. To teach her that it will continue like this if she doesn’t learn how to behave properly, that they will use her until she learns to stand up for herself. And I poured into her, filling her, under her groans and sobs. I left a part of myself in it, filling it to the brim, marking it. Devastated and contented, I let her go. Buttoning up my pants, I watched as the girl rises, as my seed flows from her bosom. As she with her tear-stained face pulls on her panties and jeans, trying not to look me in the eyes, trying not to burst into tears with me even more.

I handed Anya a handkerchief:

- Wipe your tears, girl. And not a word to anyone about what has happened now, but I will not count the practice.

She nodded silently, trembling hands taking a handkerchief and wiping away tears. When the girl brought herself in relative order, I pushed her gently to the exit.

- Tomorrow I am waiting for you by 8 am! - I told her, taking her out of the archive and locking the door. Anya nodded again, not saying a word, and I watched her slowly move away. And I already knew that I would use her body until the end of the practice, without getting repulsed.