by Anya Aurelie
The Boss’s Slut
The complete series — three stories in one!
(Reluctant, humiliation, fertile/creampie, cheating wife, forbidden)
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Carrie walked into her new office, feeling the suspenders of her garter belt stretch tight against her thighs with each step. She wondered whether she’d overtightened them, or if this was how they were supposed to feel.
“This will be your desk,” Monica told her, motioning to a huge three-sided desk in front of a door to the inner office.
Carrie tried to pay attention to her new coworker, but a thought distracted her: What if my stockings rip? The garter belt was holding up her black thigh-high stockings, plain and professional below mid-thigh, but topped with sexy lace and held in place by the clips at the end of each bright red suspender. If the suspenders were too tight, the clips would pull at the delicate stockings and rip them.
Dammit, she thought, cursing herself for wearing something so impractical to her first day of work.
It was Jeff’s fault, really, though he’d just been trying to help. Carrie’s husband had wanted to help ease her transition back to the workplace. She’d been unemployed for three months, and during that time she and Jeff had had sex every single afternoon, sometimes two or three times a day. He worked from home, and when she came into his office mid-afternoon horny as hell, he was always happy to take a break from work to spread her open and fuck her silly.
Now that she’d finally found a new job, Carrie had complained that she’d miss feeling sexy during the workday. She’d miss him, is what she meant, and his cock. She’d miss him sliding his thick, hard rod deep inside her slippery pussy and pounding away while the rest of the world was at work. But Jeff had bought her the red garter belt.
“This will help you feel sexy while you’re at the office,” he’d said. “No one will know you’re wearing it, but you’ll know.” She hadn’t told him the gift missed the point, and instead had dutifully worn the garter for her first day at work, even though she’d never worn one before.
“Matthew will be in later this afternoon,” Monica said, interrupting Carrie’s thoughts. Matthew was the CEO and founder of the company, and Carrie had been hired as his new secretary. “He’s on a flight from Monaco right now and coming straight here to meet you.”
“Great,” Carrie said, plastering on a smile.
The other door to Carrie’s office, the one that didn’t lead to the inner office where Matthew worked, led out to the reception area, and beyond that to the open-air clusters of desks and cubicles where the rest of the employees spent their days. Matthew was the only person at the company who had a private office — though in a sense, as his gatekeeper, so did Carrie.
Monica opened her mouth, then seemed to hesitate. “Carrie…” she said. “It’s important to make a good first impression on Matthew when he gets here.”
“Of course,” Carrie said quickly.
“Matthew goes on first impressions much more than most bosses,” Monica continued, still seeming unsure of whether she was saying too much. “He normally wants to meet any potential new hires in person before approving them. It’s extremely rare that he’ll hire someone sight unseen, like he did with you. Especially odd since he’s your direct boss.”
“I did find it surprising that he didn’t want to meet me first,” Carrie agreed. Was Monica trying to bond with her? Trying to warn her about something? She couldn’t quite tell.
“He can be a bit eccentric at times. But he’s the boss, and he’s grown the company from the ground up. He’s a self-made billionaire because of this company. So we have to play by his rules, even if they seem…unusual.”
“Like what?” Carrie asked, confused.
Monica held up her hands in a gesture of I’ve-already-said-too-much. “This company is growing fast. Play by his rules now, and there are incredible opportunities for advancement.”
Monica showed Carrie how to get started with some filing, and then left Carrie alone with an uneasy feeling in her stomach. What was that all about? she wondered.
After three months out of the workforce, Carrie had been so grateful to get a job — any job — that she hadn’t cared about the details of the position. Now that she was actually here, filing documents, she wished she’d tried a little harder to find a job that was a good fit for her skills. Secretarial work was not exactly the challenging position that would allow her to shine the way she knew she could.
But, she remembered, she had tried. And there had been nothing. The Great Recession may have been coming to a close, all the economists said, and job growth was picking up, and blah blah blah, but it sure hadn’t been easy for her. She had applied for at least thirty positions, inquired after many others, and had felt lucky every time she even got an interview.
Still, she’d been so unenthused by the idea of being a secretary that she hadn’t even bothered googling the company or its owner, her boss-to-be, to find out what to expect.
“It’s all the same, right?” she’d said to Jeff. “Whether it’s a tech company or a school or a hospital, secretaries are secretaries. I know what it’ll be like already. Now lick my pussy.” And they’d gone back to fucking each other on his office floor until he’d filled her tight pussy with his cream.
Now she regretted not doing more to find out about the company, or this elusive Matthew person. As she filed, Carrie cataloged to herself what she knew: He was young, probably close to her age — all the worse for her ego, but whatever. He was…eccentric, if Monica was to be believed. He was very, very rich. And he held Carrie’s fate in his hands. If he didn’t like her, she’d go back to square one, and she didn’t think she could face another round of job searching. Jeff’s salary certainly wasn’t enough for the both of them, that much was sure.
What else? She knew Matthew had started the tech company in his mid-twenties, and now, something like five or seven years in, they were one of the fastest-growing companies in the country.
See? she told herself. You know more about him than you think. No need to worry.
Yet when Matthew walked into the office several hours later, Carrie was completely unprepared. The moment she saw him, she knew it was time to start worrying.
“Carrie,” he said in greeting, as though they saw each other every day. “I see you’ve found your new desk. How are you settling in?” He watched the dawning realization on her face with a patient smile.
She stared at him, mouth and brain moving at different speeds, unable to speak for a moment. “M— Matt,” she finally stammered. “I had no idea — I didn’t — wow, you…”
“You weren’t expecting me?” he asked. “I see that you haven’t done your homework. I was expecting you.”
Carrie stared at this man. Matthew — her new boss, the young billionaire, the company’s owner — was her ex-boyfriend.
Shit.
How did I not figure this out earlier? her brain screamed. How did I not know he got rich, started a company? Why did no one tell me?
The answer was obvious, though: She no longer kept in touch with anyone she’d known back then. There was no one who would’ve told her. No one but the papers and the Internet, where her eyes glazed over when stories about tech companies appeared.
“So?” he asked again. “How are you settling in? Have everything you need?”
Carrie remembered how poorly things had ended with Matt all those years earlier. But then she remembered Monica’s words. Incredible opportunities for advancement. She remembered the desperation she’d felt when she was unemployed. She remembered how much she hated job-searching.
And she said, “Yes, so far so good. But I’m excited to learn more about what you’ll need from me.” She winced as soon as she spoke the word “excited.” Probably not the best choice of words.
Matt smiled. “All right, then, let’s get started.”
When they’d dated in college, Carrie was a virgin. So, in fact, was Matt. They were together for almost a year, but for some reason it never felt right to Carrie to sleep with him. “It’ll happen one day,” she reassured him so often it felt like a mantra. “It’s just not time yet.” She couldn’t quite explain it even to herself — she was horny, she wanted to get fucked, but it just didn’t feel right to sleep with Matt.
And then, one day, it did feel right. But she hadn’t been with Matt. She’d gone to a party at a frat house with a few of her friends and met a guy who turned her on like no one ever had. She couldn’t even remember the guy’s name now, but she could remember his sexy chest, his startlingly green eyes, his perfect white teeth when he smiled at her, which was often.
They’d gone upstairs to his bedroom, and he’d pulled off her panties and dove inside her wet pussy like it was the only one on the planet. She’d let him pop her open and pound her, loving the way he made her feel so stretched out and dirty.
But then one of her friends had told Matt what had happened, and he was furious and hurt. He’d refused to speak to her again after that, and their relationship had ended so suddenly it had made her head spin.
So why, now, was he being so nice to her? Why had he hired her?
Matt talked her through the specifics of the job, showing her in more detail what Monica had started that morning. “It’s a lot of answering phones, telling 95 percent of the people who call that they can’t talk to me without making them angry or feel bad. Filing, as you’ve seen, though most of that’s online now. Let me show you our system for tracking appointments….”
Carrie nodded, but her mind was back in the past, remembering what had happened after she and Matt broke up. All those months of not wanting to sleep with him had ended so abruptly, and then the strangest change had taken place: as soon as she couldn’t sleep with him anymore, he was the only person she wanted.
She’d spent months after their breakup masturbating furiously to his memory, imagining what his cock would feel like pushing inside of her, squeezing her breasts while imagining it was his hands that were touching her. And now, here he was in front of her, tall and authoritative, bending over her computer and asking her to lean in close to look at the screen with him.
She could smell his aftershave lotion when she bent down, only inches from his face, and peered at the computer. “Take a look through what’s in here already,” he said, “and let me know if you have any questions. I’ll be in my office. I need to get started on some work.” He stood up, and she wondered whether he was staring at her ass as she bent toward the desk.
Carrie forced herself to keep staring at the screen, but after a moment had gone by and he still hadn’t moved from her peripheral vision, she looked up at him. He was staring down at her leg, and she quickly glanced down to see where his eyes were.
It was her garter belt. When she’d bent over her skirt had ridden up on her legs, and the lacy tops of her stockings were showing, along with the bright red suspenders and clips hanging down from the belt.
Carrie flushed in embarrassment and pulled her skirt down, but she felt the heat grow between her legs, and she knew that her pussy was getting wet. Matt was staring at her steadily, and she caught the growing bulge in his pants before he turned away and walked into his office without another word.
She sat down at the desk and tried to calm down. It’s okay, she told herself. No big deal. It was a long time ago. He probably just hired me because he knew I’d do a good job.
But even as she thought it, she had her doubts.
Carrie managed to get through most of the afternoon without needing to ask Matt any questions, but as the day went on the tingly feeling in her pussy did not subside. It was the time of day she would’ve been fucking Jeff if she’d still been unemployed, and now she wanted him desperately. She was so horny she could hardly stand it — and remembering her fantasies about Matt all those years ago didn’t help anything.
Finally, Carrie couldn’t take it anymore. She snuck off into the restroom, locked the door to her stall, and put one foot up on the toilet, reaching beneath her skirt. Her fingers found the edge of her panties, and she pushed beneath it, finding bare skin. Her pussy was even wetter than she’d expected, and she rubbed her sensitive clit for a moment before pushing deep inside of herself. Without meaning to, she moaned out loud.
I want to get fucked so bad! she thought restlessly. She couldn’t wait to get home to Jeff.
Just then, she heard the door to the restroom open. Crap. She didn’t want anyone to suspect her of masturbating on her very first day. Quickly, Carrie pulled her fingers out of herself and dried them off with toilet paper. An orgasm would have to wait until later.
She returned to her desk hornier than ever and sat down, trying to remember where she’d left off.
“Ah,” said a voice behind her, and she jumped. “I see that you’re back. Why don’t you come into my office for a moment?”
Carrie swallowed, then stood up and followed Matt into the inner office, hoping he wouldn’t be able to smell pussy on her. His desk was huge and made of dark wood, with an expensive-looking armchair in one corner beneath a reading lamp. He shut the door behind them and then leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms and looking at her with a mischievous smile.
“Carrie,” he said. “It’s been so long. Have you missed me?”
Carrie didn’t answer, and Matt continued. “I need to make sure that you’re willing to do what it takes to be a part of this company.” She nodded.
“And that means dressing like a professional. I wouldn’t want a client to walk in here and see that garter belt you’re wearing to hold up your slutty stockings.”
She started at his use of the word “slutty.”
“Yes, of course, I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “It won’t happen again.” It was humiliating, being lectured by someone who had once been an equal with her, but who was now in a position of clear power and authority. When they were dating, in fact, Carrie had always felt like she’d had the upper hand. Matt had begged her, as she recalled, to fuck him, and she had had power when she’d said no. He had wanted her so badly back then, and clearly would’ve done almost anything to have her. Now, though, he wanted her to dress more professionally, to show less skin, and it stung.
“So please,” he continued, “take them off.”
“Oh —” she said, surprised. “All right, I’ll do that right away.” She started to turn toward the door when he stopped her.
“No. Take them off. Here. Right now.”
She looked at him, fear prickling her heart. “Right…here?”
“Don’t waste my time, please,” he said.
Carrie leaned down and slowly reached under her skirt. She unclipped the garter suspender on one side and it snapped free, slapp
ing her leg in the process.