Office Worker

Chapter 1

He's been leaving me messages and voicemails all evening. This new boss is so demanding, so controlling. It doesn't help that he towers over me, makes me feel so small and powerless.

"You need to be in extra early tomorrow. Be in my office by 7 before the rest of the team shows up.". A fucking text at 10pm, another stupid early meeting, more of his stupid new policies I guess.

I'm so worried about what he'll do to me, what insane demands he'll have for me now, but I can't help but feel a little bit... flustered. I want to be neutral, to not stand out so I wear a simply long skirt and my work shirt.

He was so quiet as he walked up to the door the next day to unlock it and let me in. He didn't really look at me, just muttered under his breath "I'll show her" or something. His hands were so tense I could see the veins in his forearms throbbing.

I try to just ignore him, hearing him moving things about in his office and slamming things down on his desk, but I had to walk past his door. Just be quiet, just get past his door and get what you need. That's all I need to do.

"What the fuck is this bullshit?" he shouted as he appeared out of the doorway. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with this shit in my business? Is this how you were taught to act in work? To be a fucking whore!?"

The last words were escalating to a yell, but almost as if he was afraid the store security would hear, he lowered his voice.

Grabbing me by the arm he pulled me into his office, his laptop open and a video playing. A video of me. A video of me in the stock room.

"That's right, I put cameras in the stock room to try and catch those idiots stealing, but instead I see this." He spat with words at me while I sat there dreading the punishment. I'm going to get fired.

"Fucking yourself and taking nudes in the fucking stock room?" he says while glaring me. "There's only one way to solve this shit."

My hearing turns to a whining sound, I can feel the blood rushing in my ears, this is it. I'm done.

In a blur he'd lifted me up again and sat himself down, forcing me over his knees and hitching my skirt up to expose my ass. There was no time to react before the first sting of his hand hit my ass.

"Please, no, don't do this." Is all I could shout out. Stumbling over my own words with each biting slap on my cheeks.

"Shut up, you want to act like a whore you'll be treated like a whore. So here's your punishment for a little whore". His voice was so calm. Emotion had seemingly fled it, but the growl was there. Calm like a bomb waiting to go off.

Each slap was harder and I tried not to scream, but whimpers of pain escaped my lips and He was fucking laughing. Without missing a bit he swapped from his vicious spanks to shoving two fingers in my pussy, hard and deep without any consideration. I couldn't scramble away as he was holding me there, using my cunt like he owned it. His sheer size compared to mine kept me in place, no struggle would prevent this from happening.

"Ah I see that tight little pussy is already soaking wet. Should have fucking known it."

"Please no, please stop this I don't want this stopstopstopstop it please Daddy." It wasn't a whimper now, I had to beg him to stop this. Why would he do this?

He seemingly paused for a moment, His thick fingers still deep inside me, but his grip on my body lightened. Those 5 seconds felt like an eternity until he grunted and scrabbled his arm out and grabbed a toy off the table.

"Oh what did you just call me?"

I couldn't reply. Desperately playing back my own words in my head in a flash I realized it. That little slip up.

"No, you're going to fucking learn to not fucking around in work and you're going to enjoy it." he demanded as he started to shove his fingers back inside my soaking pussy. "See, you're fucking dripping. The juices are running down your legs and I haven't even started on you yet."

Grabbing me by the hair he kept forcing his fingers into my pussy, fast and hard, without mercy and kept getting it just right. His thumb aggressively pressing against my clit as he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper. He didn't care about pleasure, it was about power and thrill.

"You'll fucking cum."

My body tensed, my back arched and pushed my hips up to him and I couldn't stop myself. I came. The most intense I'd felt. My body was electric and my pussy was pulsing. I could feel his throbbing cock through his jeans, pressing against my stomach and I hated how much control this man twice my age and size had over me.

"Nooo." I whimpered it pathetically, praying my body would listen and stop it from happening, begging the universe to not let him notice.

"I fucking knew it. I fucking knew this is what you'd do you little slut." He kept thrusting it, the same pressure on my body, still getting the angle just right. "Go ahead and cum again for Daddy."

Again, I tried to stop it. I let out a moan of pleasure and wanted to throw up because I hated how good this felt.

He went to stand up and let me slide down to the floor and looked down on me, curled up vaguely, my pussy still dripping with cum. I watched him reach down to hold my chin in his tattooed hand and force me to look up at him

"So I see you have a crush now? You're taking your fucking whore videos in my business? In my shop? For some boy?"

"No sir, I haven't!" I cried at him, my cheeks red from tears and heat. "I didn't know you'd see it, I'm not like that I just get carried away. Please stop I'm sorry."

"Oh really? Let's see how true that is then."

He stood there unbuckling his belt, the outline of His erect cock pressed against his jeans. I swear the look in his eyes was still conflicted, there was a hunger but he knew I was just a silly girl and what he was doing was wrong. He reached down for me, gently lifting me to my knees. With a gentle shushing sound he placed his hand on my jaw, tilted my head up towards him and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I smiled softly with relief.

It's over. He's done.

"You'll learn yet, little girl."

The smile drops from my face as he stands up tall, and forces his cock down my throat. The taste of his body, his sweat and precum mix on my tongue. My gag reflex takes hold and I spit up on him, but he doesn't let up. I think I hear him laugh but the blood is rushing through my head and I can't focus. All that I know is that this man is fucking my mouth, the drool runs down my face and starts to soak through my work shirt, His jeans are stained from my spit and with each trust it smears across my face. My eyes are streaming with tears and the make-up runs down my cheeks. I still can't hear a thing, just his grunts of pleasure. I can feel the throbbing of his cock with each thrust, how it pulses on my tongue.

It's almost violent, so aggressive how hard he fucks my mouth, my brain can't keep up as the drool and spit run out of my mouth and cover my body. The feeling of his balls slapping against my chin, the thickness of his dick forcing my mouth open as I realize I have no control.

He slows down, giving me a chance to breathe again. All I can focus on is the burning and heat on my ass, the feeling of the cheeks swelling and bruises coming up.

"You've got a whores mouth. Let's see how you like this."

I take my moment of reprieve, the chance to catch my breath as I cough and choke, feeling my eyes watering but before I can react or try to escape he has me bent over the desk, the feeling of him grabbing a handful of my hair as he lifts my skirt up.

I can't help it, I moan as I feel the head of his cock push inside me, he hasn't even spread my legs or glanced down. Like instinct he knew exactly where to go, no resistance as I feel the thickness of his dick spread me. I can't help myself, I moan in pleasure as I hear him grunting behind me, feeling him pull my head back with his firm grip in my hair.

His pounding is relentless, almost brutal but not painful. My hips smack off the corner of the desk as I raise my ass up to the sound of his laughter. My arms stretched out on the desk and grabbing the edge to hold myself as I feel tears run down my cheeks. I hate how good this feels, I start to moan even louder, silently praying in my mind that he fucks me harder. To put any other man who looks at me to shame knowing they'll never compare to him.

I don't know how it happens but he lifts me up in the air for just a moment before putting me on my back on the desk, and I see him smile at the look of exhilarated fear on my face. I try to reach down to pathetically push him away, to make it seem like this isn't the best feeling I've ever had.

Without a thought he swipes my hands away, not looking angry anymore. Just something more feral, more like he views me now as meat. A flesh light he wants to take his frustration out on.

Again he thrusts hard, pressing his hand on my neck and opening my shirt to grope my breasts. I feel his hands consume me, the array of sensations taking away my thoughts as I can only focus on the degenerate ecstasy he's giving me. His thrusts slow down but get harder, I can almost feel his dick tensing more and more inside me as my body submits. In a moment of distraction I feel his lips on mine, roughly and deeply kissing me and I moan into it. A whimper escaping my lips as he pulls away. He says something but I can't hear it, there's too much going on. I think it'll be over soon.

He again picks me up, dragging me to my knees, making me squat low as he looks down on me, his dick just inches from my face, dripping with my own juices and cum.

And that was it. He forces his cock down my throat again. Long, slow thrusts as he unloads all of his cum down the back of my mouth. There's no choice, I swallow each drop without denying, letting it slide down my throat as I feel one of his hands squeeze my right breast so fucking hard I swear it'll be bruised.

"Oh look at that, the little whore swallows it all. Now go get changed, you have to open this place soon and let the rest in. Don't say a fucking word."