Office Slut - S01 E03

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Office Slut - S01 E03

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Monday mornings as the office slut.

The week that I signed the contract flew by. Sir filled me in almost every way possible, and my pussy is so sore that I can barely walk. Yet, I would take him this very second.

It's Sunday, and I miss Mr. George. 

I am afraid that by the end of last week, my co-workers were beginning to become suspicious of why I was spending so much time in Mr. George's office and why I was suddenly dressed like a major slut all the time. But, Mr. George did not seem concerned about it, so I've chosen to ignore the whispers as I walk by or the stares at my tits as I try to give a presentation at work. 

I thought the Boss would text me at least over the weekend, but I have heard nothing from him since I left the office on Friday. My personal life is very dull these days, and my parents are sick of hearing me complain about how much my life sucks.

Have I mentioned that I must move out of my parents' house?

I can't bring any guys or friends over because I have no privacy. However, I appreciate having a place to stay since my ex-boyfriend decided to blow my life up.

On Monday morning, I could not wait to get to the office. In fact, I was the first one there. Today, I opted to wear the new dress I bought over the weekend. It's black and skin-tight. It's long enough to get past HR, but it hugs me in all the right places. I can't wait for Mr. George to see me in it.

People started to trickle in as the morning minutes ticked by. Almost every man who walked past my cubicle stared at my legs as they walked down the hallway. I began to squirm as I waited for Mr. George to walk in.

When he finally did at 9 AM, my heart started pounding so loudly I could feel it in my ears. I hadn't seen him in two full days, and my body ached to be touched by him.

In his usual style, he walked straight past me and into his office like I was nothing. Every time he did that, it broke my heart and turned me on simultaneously. Mr. George loved to keep me in a constant state of confusion.

Suddenly, my office phone rang. I rolled my eyes, expecting to hear the sound of another angry customer complaining. But I was shocked to hear Mr. George's voice on the other line. He hardly ever calls me.

"Come," he said, and then he hung up.

I ran into his office and almost broke the door, trying to get into it quickly. When I finally stood before Mr. George and his desk, he stared at me wide-eyed in surprise.

"You're in a hurry this morning," Mr. George laughed.

I blushed, knowing I looked foolish.

"Don't be embarrassed slut, it's okay to be excited." He continued. Every time he called me slut, my pussy kept getting wetter. I just nodded in response.

"I wanted to try something different today," Mr. George told me as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from one of his desk drawers. "Since last week, we were having a lot of problems with you keeping your hands to yourself, weren't we?"

"Yes, sir," I said meekly.

"Put your hands behind your back bitch," Boss commanded me.

I clasped my hands behind my back, and Mr. George came over to handcuff them. I loved feeling restricted like that, in complete control of Mr. George.

He slowly walked to the front of me, dragging his hands all over my body. "Your dress is so sexy, baby," he told me.

"Thank you, Boss, I knew you would like it," I said.

Then, he kissed me deeply. He opened my mouth with his tongue and pushed inside. I sucked on his tongue with my mouth, and he moaned.

"I want you to keep the dress on when I fuck you," Boss commanded.

"Of course, Boss," I said. I loved that he liked the dress so much; I wonder if he knew I bought it for him.

He started pulling my dress up and stopped when he noticed I wasn't wearing underwear. "You're not allowed to wear underwear anymore." He said flippantly.

"Yes, sir," I said, and he started to finger me roughly with his index and middle finger. I began to moan loudly, and he slapped me in the face.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch; people in the office are already calling you a whore," Mr. George spat at me. A few tears fell from my eyes as I recovered from the shock of him slapping me.

"Are you really fucking crying?" He laughed. "Is that really all you can take slut?"

"No, sir," I said. I knew what would happen if I couldn't please him. This contract with Mr. George puts everything on the line for me.

"Good," He whispered as he continued to finger me. Then, he pushed me over his desk so that my tits were once again smashed onto the wood.

He walked over to his desk drawers and grabbed some rope. He walked over and bent down by my feet. I was still wearing my heels because I knew that he loved fucking me in heels. Mr. George tied my legs tightly together with the rope.

He pulled my dress up even more, quickly unzipped his pants, and began to thrust into me with his giant cock. Every time he fucks me like that, it takes my breath away at first. I missed his dick so much this weekend. It was all I could think about.

"You know slut, this week is going to be much different," he said as he fucked me, "You are going to help me close a deal and finally be useful to the company."

I heard him talking, but I didn't fully comprehend what he was saying because I was mainly focused on his rock-hard dick pumping inside of me. "What do you mean, sir?" I inquire.

He slapped my ass hard. "Sluts don't get to ask questions. You'll see in a couple days." And that's all he said about that.

He flipped me onto my back so that my legs were straight up in a pike position. He held onto my tied-up ankles as he continued to drill into my pussy from a new position.

He stuck his fingers into my mouth and made me suck them. Then, he started to use his freshly licked fingers to circle my clit. I began to buck my hips against his hands, which caused his dick to hit the most perfect spot. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my orgasm back, and I came without Mr. George's permission.

"You're such a bad slut," Mr. George said. "Now I have to punish you because you are such a brat that you could not simply ask for permission before you squirted all over the place."

"I know what you can do bitch," Mr. George continued. "Lick it up."

My mouth fell open at the task because there was a large puddle under my pussy. "Right now whore, before you piss me off," He said sternly.

I turned back onto my stomach, and Mr. George pulled me up so I could stand and reach. Mr. George spat in his hand and continued to jack off as he watched me quickly lick up my nut. I figured the faster I licked it up, the easier it would be.

Then, he turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He shoved his massive dick into my mouth so hard that I nearly gagged. I could tell he was disappointed in me for disobeying him, so I tried to make it up to him by giving him the best blow job of his life.

I opened my mouth as wide as possible as he grabbed my hair and quickly thrust his dick into my mouth. He pushed so hard that tears came from my eyes, but he was not slowing down.

"Is it hard to breathe whore?" Mr. George laughed. Then, he squeezed my nose shut as he continued to shove his cock in my mouth and said, "What about now?"

After too many seconds, he finally let go and pulled out, and I took a deep breath. "Good girl," He said. Then, he told me to open my mouth as he slapped his cock against my tongue.

"Beg to swallow my cum, baby," Mr. George said.

I began to plead desperately on my knees for him to cum in my mouth. And he laughed at me and made me keep begging for at least 5 minutes while he jacked off and slapped me with his dick.

He quickly shoved his cock into my mouth again and came deep into the back of my throat. I swallowed all of his cum.

"Good slut," Mr. George told me. "Now get to work; you have a big presentation this afternoon."