Office Slut - S01 E08

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Office Slut - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

The rest of the week flew by. On Friday night, I stood on a porch in my heels, staring at a door, mustering my courage to knock.

Before I returned to Mr. George, Mr. Ryan acted as if it were a typical day at the office, not our last day together. He was dismissive and too busy to notice me for much of the day. It left me aching and in dire need of attention.

I pretended not to mind, but I secretly wanted to cry most of the day. I didn't understand how he could act as if everything was normal. When I was so clearly breaking. The only time we touched was when he would have me softly suck on his cock under his desk while he was in video meetings. 

I was folding my disappointment into a tight ball and shoving it to the back of my mind when Mr. Ryan grabbed my hand. Suddenly, his brown eyes no longer held any trace of nonchalance as they had before. 

He stared at me intensely as if he were trying to savor me.

Or save me.

"Come to my house tonight," Mr. Ryan said. 

It wasn't a question. But I knew I could say no.

On my way home from work, I spoke with Mr. George on the phone, as I have done every day this week. We discussed how excited we were for Monday and how much we missed each other's bodies. 

Somehow, the conversation ended before I could mention where I was going that night. However, Mr. George and I never discussed our lives outside of the office, and he never invited me to his house. 

I wondered why. Then, I tossed the thought aside.

***

I knocked on the door, my hands shaking as I did. I waited for what felt like an eternity, long enough for me to start fidgeting with my clothes. I must admit, I was nervous. I had never seen one of my coworkers outside of work like this before.

Taking a deep breath, I felt relieved as Mr. Ryan swung the door open. He gestured me in with a welcoming hand, and I stepped into an enormous entryway illuminated by the warm glow of small lamps along the walls.

Mr. Ryan took my hand and guided me down the entryway, reminiscent of my first day working with him.

"I'm glad you came," Mr. Ryan said. I hadn't realized he was worried I might not show up. While I wasn't technically obligated to be there, there was nowhere else I would rather be.

"Of course I came," I replied, though all I could see was the back of his head. I could swear he smiled.

He led me into a room that I assumed was his, marked by the long, dark curtains covering an entire wall of windows. To the left, a king-size canopy bed with a dark burgundy comforter and silk pillows caught my eye. On the right side of the room stood a marble fireplace with a small fire already inside. I was in awe of the chic decor and wondered if he had hired an interior designer.

As I admired his furniture, I noticed Mr. Ryan was admiring me instead. When I turned to look at him, leaning in the doorway, his eyes were fixed on me. Mr. Ryan was nearly as tall as the door frame and was dressed more casually than I had ever seen him before.

On the other hand, I was wearing sleek black stilettos with black hose. I was bundled up in a black coat that reached right above my knees, and underneath, I was wearing absolutely nothing. Why not keep it simple?

Mr. Ryan walked over to me and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. He pulled away much too soon, leaving me aching for me. He grabbed my chin and began rubbing my lips with his thumb.

"Your lips are so pretty," He mumbled before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting it gently. I moaned into his mouth, and he let go. 

"I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock; take off your coat and get on your knees." Mr. Ryan commanded, and I happily assumed my position. Mr. Ryan pretended not to react when he noticed I had nothing underneath my coat, but I could tell he was pleased.

He grabbed my black collar off the mantle and put it around my neck. He pulled the silver key out of his pocket and locked the padlock. The slight click of the padlock always sent a bolt of heat directly to my pussy.

Mr. Ryan pulled his dick out of his pants. "Open your mouth slut, and stick your tongue out for me," Mr. Ryan said as he was stroking his cock. I stuck my tongue out for him, and he started to slap his dick onto my tongue. 

Then, he started to slap me with his dick. "You like that?" He would say. "Yes, sir," I would say. And then he'd slap me with his cock again and ask me again. Every time he slapped me in the face with his dick, it made me feel like such a whore. 

No contract required me to do this, or I'd lose my job. I just wanted this. I wanted Mr. Ryan to treat me like a slut. His slut. 

"Suck on the tip, be my good girl," Mr. Ryan said, and I started to suck the tip of his dick like it was my job. He growled and grabbed a fistful of my hair, and shoved the rest of his dick into my mouth.

I gagged at first, but he didn't slow down. He just kept pounding his cock into my mouth. His eyes were closed, and his head was leaned back. He looked so perfect at that moment that I had to go deeper. He moaned as I tried to expand my throat as much as I could and fill my mouth with his cock. 

"Fuck baby," Mr. Ryan said. "You're going to make me cum," I whimpered in response; trying to say please do it would mean everything to me. But I couldn't, of course, because my mouth was full. 

He continued to mouth-fuck me, and I focused on breathing in and out from my nose and worshipping his cock the best I could. Suddenly, Mr. Ryan said, "I'm cumming," and I felt warm goo shoot down my throat.

He gave me no option, I had to swallow, and that made me incredibly horny. 

He pulled his dick out of my mouth slowly, and he made me kiss the tip of it and say thank you for fucking my mouth. My pussy was dripping at this point. 

"Lay down on the bed," Mr. Ryan said and pointed. I got off my knees and plopped onto the fluffy comforter. Mr. Ryan laughed when he noticed the wet spot on the carpet I had made while I was sucking him off.

"Such a whore," He said while shaking his head. He was right. I was a whore. 

Mr. Ryan grabbed my ankles and flipped me from my back to my stomach. I heard him grab something, but I was unsure what it was. He told me to get on my hands and knees, and then he started locking my ankles onto a bar with cuffs on it. 

I was confused because there were two more cuffs even after my ankles were spread properly apart. 

That was when Mr. Ryan grabbed my wrists, forcing me to face-plant onto the bed. I turned my head to the side and watched as he strapped my wrist into the two middle cuffs. 

My pussy was on perfect display for him. I had never been restrained like this, and the newness of it all already had me on the edge of an orgasm.

Mr. Ryan grabbed a vibrator from his bedside table, and I shivered with excitement. 

He turned it on the lowest setting and began to slide it in between my slits. Up and down. Slowly. Gently. I rocked my hips against it, and he slapped my ass.

He turned it off and set it to the side. "You don't cum unless I tell you to, slut. Your pussy is mine tonight." He told me as he looked me right in the eyes. 

"Yes, sir," I responded. He picked up the vibrator and turned it back on. He returned to his initial task, and I tried my best to remain still. After a few minutes, he turned up the setting. 

Now, he began to circle my clit with the vibrator, and I could barely stand it. Mr. George taught me early on how important not cumming without permission was, so I fought against the instinct as much as possible. 

He turned the vibrator off again and slapped my ass five times. I moaned. Then, he turned the vibrator back on. Starting at the low setting, slowly moving it to the next setting, circling my clit, it was making me lose my mind.

"Please, Sir. Please. Let me cum. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just let me cum."

He didn't respond. He just turned up the setting on the vibrator and held it lightly against my clit. I whimpered. He slowly increased the pressure on my clit. I started begging frantically to cum, knowing I could not last much longer. 

Right when I was about to give up, Mr. Ryan turned off the vibrator and slapped my ass five more times on the other cheek. 

This time, he didn't pick the vibrator back up. Instead, he spit on his hand and rubbed it on his dick, and I instantly knew what that meant. He got on the bed and started to rub the tip of his dick against my pussy.

I moaned loudly into the comforter. Slowly, he started to press into my pussy. His cock filled me inch by inch. I kept trying to make Mr. Ryan go faster, but it was hard with my hands and legs tied up.

Finally, he was deep in me, and it felt so good.

"I needed to fuck you one more time before I gave you back to him," Mr. Ryan whispered before he began to pound me roughly. 

Every thought I had been having escaped me. Mr. Ryan's dick was hitting me in all of the right spots, and I needed to cum.

"Mr. Ryan, Sir, Please. I need to cum. Please let your good slut cum," I moaned to him. He slapped my ass once but then said, "Cum, whore,"

I came all over his dick. It poured out of me. It had been building up all night, and suddenly, it was everywhere. I could feel myself twitching on Mr. Ryan's dick, but he did not slow down. He started to fuck me faster.

After I came, I no longer had thoughts. I just became a hole for Mr. Ryan, and he treated me as such. He grabbed my hair, so my back arched even farther and fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked.

"I'm cumming on your ass, bitch," Mr. Ryan growled before he pulled his dick out of my pussy and shot his load all over my ass and back. 

"I am going to take a picture of you exactly like this," Mr. Ryan said, and he grabbed his phone. He took a picture of me tied up, covered in my cum, covered in his cum with flash.

"Just something to remember you by, baby," He purred as he undid my hands and feet. I slid onto my stomach and lay there helplessly. 

Mr. Ryan went into his bathroom and grabbed a towel. He gently cleaned me up while leaving gentle kisses on my skin. I felt so content in that moment. I almost entirely forgot about leaving him, Mr. George, and everything. 

Mr. Ryan wrapped me in his arms and held me. He told me to stay the night, and I obeyed.