Posted Wed May 09, 2012 07:06 PM
I sat down. He closed the door. He didn't lock it. He hoped people would catch us. It's more humiliating that way, right?
It was a small company, only a dozen employees. They all knew and said nothing. Jobs were scarce. They all knew, but I was the only slave.
I would leave, but I need to stay. At least that's what I tell myself. The truth? I love it as much as I hate it.
He lifted me from the chair and forced me onto the desk, opening drawers and pulling out the restraints he had installed. He tied me down, arms behind my head, knees spread wide. He almost looked bored with the routine. I had begun to believe he was done with me, but then he called.
With me strapped down to the desk, he took off his tie and tied it around my head, gagging me but leaving room for his cock to slide past it into my throat.
Slowly he began to run his hands over my clothed body. I always enjoyed this. So sensual. This is the part where I lied to myself and believed he cared.
I learned a long time ago to dress for him. He kept a closet of simple dresses in his office, because he liked the humiliation. He always tied me down before undressing me and if my clothes got in his way, he'd cut them off and force me to return to work in one of his dresses. A sure sign to everyone what our "meeting" really was. Now all my clothes open in the front. They still know, but I at least save myself the awkward conversation with my husband that evening.
He opened my clothes, pushing my skirt up, unbuttoning my blouse.. Tracing the tops of my stockings with his long fingers. He kneeled between my legs and inhaled the scent of my damp panties. Savoring how wet his abuse made me.
I felt his cold finger slip under the edge of my panties and find the valley between my lips, dipping down into the wetness before removing it and sucking it clean. He then hovered over me making humiliating remarks about how much I enjoyed it. He said my husband would never tap such sweetness from me. That made me wetter.
I could tell he was getting impatient. He came around to my head and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He forced his cock past the gag and down my throat. I tried and failed to stifle the moan. He laughed lewdly telling me again what a kinky whore I was.
He grabbed my breasts using them to pull me towards him, forcing my throat to massage his thrusting cock. He had just enough give in the restraints to allow his cock to thrust deeply without him moving.
He continued fucking my throat until he released his first hot load of cum down my throat. Pulling out just early enough that the last couple spurts landed on my face. He laughed again and called me his cumslut. I tried not to be aroused.
Without wiping off my face he returned to the other end of the desk, between my legs. He leaned down, moving my panties to the side and sucked the wetness from my pussy. I couldn't help it and moaned loudly.
He stood up and slapped my pussy. He then shoved his huge cock inside in one deep thrust. He grabbed my hips and forced them towards him. I often thought he'd be better served with a couple holes in his desk and a pair of fake tits, but I guess he likes a warm body. I'd probably be sad if he gave me up anyway.
I laid there and enjoyed his cock. It filled me perfectly while still offering enough pain to send tingles throughout. Sometimes I would lie there until it was over. Today, I pretended he was hurting me. It made him harder. He laughed again and pinched my nipple, twisting roughly.
I moaned and that sent him over the edge, filling me again with his cum. He thrusted harder, determined to shove his cum deeper inside me.
He finally pulled out and wiped his cock clean on my breast.
He then called in his secretary. She came in and smiled. She sucked his cum out of my pussy before releasing me and spitting on my face.
They walked out together. I cleaned up and returned to my office. I couldn't wait until he called again.
Posted Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:40 PM
.. would women really enjoy this?? it seem so superficial, i mean in real life if your boss blackmailed you would you go through it, quit, or have him arrested?
Posted Sun Nov 11, 2012 03:39 PM
That is what I was wondering.
Enjoyed the story though.
Posted Sun Nov 11, 2012 07:26 PM
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2012 07:47 AM