Jun 212013

parkinglotSince the last incident, she’d been behaving. But two weeks had passed and even the whispers and bets as to when the next one would happen weren’t really whispers anymore. He stood and called her into the office and shut the door. Each time he did, the possibilities excited her. It excited them too. The entire office watched their lamb to slaughter with froth on their lips. She could almost see it dripping down and joining with the stains left from their coffee cups.

They were more than voyeurs. Some of the more excitable ones felt as if they were taking part in it all. She’d never know how much all of this played into giving release to one man’s sad marriage, another’s inability to adapt to social situations, and the few other that used it just as fodder to drain their dicks. Many.  Many times over.

Generally she was called in to do secretarial work and if he felt like it, a blowjob. Although the last one had been more of a face-fucking, and more than she had been prepared for.

“Bend over the desk and remove your clothes so that I can get to your pussy. Spread your legs. Now. Now.”

She didn’t get her skirt thrown up over the back of her ass before he was in her. Hard. Her thighs slammed into the front of his desk and she yowled. He was constantly pounding her. His body bent her over. But he grabbed her hair. He pulled it and used it to ride her.  The harder he pounded; the harder he pulled; the more her legs spread. She climbed that desk. She banged her cunt back to meet him. She squirted on his cock and some papers that he was supposed to sign.  He yanked her down to swallow every drop and left her on the floor as he zipped up.

She put herself back together and picked up the office.  He spoke when she opened the door to leave.

“Meet me at my car after work”

She smiled. “Yes Sir.”

Jun 042013

SuckITsThe office had been quiet. She was ready to turn things up; and did so by noticeably perching on the corner of desks around the office.

He came out of his office on Friday and called her in to see him just  a few minutes before five. A slap and a crash and half of the office raced to their cars as the clock hit time. The other half rode the fence, listening, before knowing they had no reason to stay other than to listen.

Cleaning would take care of the lamp.

It was a small slap that took her by surprise more than anything.  She thought his hand was offered to help her up. “While you’re down there.”  It was for her hair. It was for her to suck him. He held her face down on him. She gasped, sobbed and gagged her way through it. It was embarrassing. She swallowed all of him and he put his dick up.

“You sit on my desk. Understand, cunt?”

She was in a state. Smeared make-up and a sad search for heels. He got an overwhelmed nod from her.

“Out, Now”

She staggered, like a new fucking filly, learning her legs on the way to the car. The mouth-fucking was over, but the mind-fucking had just gotten started.

May 152013

cum shotEveryday he made bolder moves.

When she’d suck him off, if she didn’t get it all, she’d wear it all day. She learned that scarves hid the stains.But not the strained expressions from coworkers who knew she’d been tasting her Boss’s balls.

He’d follow her to the bathroom stall and rape her mouth. Cubicles housing strained listeners with growing boners and coloring cheeks. Fax machines and copiers quieted. Phones were secretly sent to voicemail – almost silencing the entire office.

When he let her up from his cock to get air, she’d gag and gasp.

Some of them gave quick, low glances over the room. Torn between wanting to listen and go jerk off.  You could hear a pin drop. Then over and over, a deep voice, and finally, her. Just a little too loud…


Apr 252013


The “No Panties Rule” was the worst one.

There’s nothing to soak up what she’s terrified will reach her dress. All day, he watched her. He watched them. They’d watch her.

It was all she could take. Her thighs sopped around each other when her legs crossed. She was smelly meat in that office.

And the end of the day. When the Boss calls her into his office.

Everyone will know  just whose meat she is.






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Sep 182012

“Spread your legs. ”

Her mind went blank, having been wiped clean from the dictation she’d been taking. Part of her was expecting something like this from him. Part of her was not.

She bumped her glasses up to keep them from slipping down her nose. It was a habit, and she did it whether they were slipping or not. He’d seen her start to do it even when she had her contacts in. He knew and enjoyed knowing some of her idiosyncrasies and tells. It excited him.

His words hung in the air. This was a big decision. His eyes never moved from her. The silence seemed like an eternity – for both of them.

She was being called out. By Him. Now.

He had made his decision. It was official. Their relationship as employer and employee was no longer as high on his list of priorities as his desire for her over his knee. On his desk. In his bed. The boundary that they had both silently set was broken.

She’d fucked herself to the thought of this moment. This, between them, was …different.

Do it.    Say you’ll do it.   Coward.    


Just. Breathe.


Oh God.

She parted her knees.

“Yes, Sir.”