by Anya Aurelie
“No,” Matt said again. “Lift up your skirt. I want to see you doing it.”
“Matt…I’m married,” Carrie protested, holding up her ring finger to show him the sparkling diamond.
“And I have a company to run,” he said. “Prove to me you can follow the dress code.”
Again Carrie hesitated. But she remembered the pain of unemployment, the annoyance and humiliation of applying for jobs that were beneath her skill level and still not getting called in for an interview. She remembered how great it had felt when she had finally gotten hired for this job. She didn’t want to go through this all over again.
So she leaned down and hiked her skirt up — just enough that he could watch her fingers as she unclipped the suspender on her other leg. The stocking slumped. Her pussy throbbed.
“And now take the garter belt off,” he instructed.
She reached up to her waist, then remembered something. “I can’t take it off right now,” she said. “I, um…I wore my panties over the suspenders so that I could take them off to use the bathroom.”
“Then you’ll just have to take your panties off first,” he said with a smile.
“No, I — that’s okay, I’ll just pull the straps through,” she said quickly, and his face darkened.
“Take the panties off.”
Carrie swallowed. Don’t lose your job, a voice in her head told her. We have to play by his rules, Monica had said, even if they seem unusual. Was this what she’d meant?
Carrie reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs into her panties on either side.
“Lift up your skirt so I can watch,” he said again.
And again she hesitated. Then she hiked her skirt up a little further so that her panties were exposed to him, and again hooked her thumbs under the top, slowly pulling them down to expose herself to him: garter belt with suspenders hanging down unclipped, lacy black stockings, bare pussy.
She started to take her garter belt off, but Matt approached her then. Before she knew what was happening, he had grabbed one thigh and was ripping her thigh-highs off of her, tearing through the lace to the thin, gauzy material below, ripping it all the way down her leg until it was lying in a heap on the floor beside her panties.
Carrie froze, staring at him, and he grabbed her other leg and repeated the movement, ripping off her other stocking until she stood naked in front of him from the waist down.
Then he moved even closer to her, until her was standing directly in front of her, his chest almost touching her heaving breasts, staring at down at her from his five extra inches in height, and she felt his finger move between her legs, then push roughly inside of her.
“You’re wet,” he said, obviously pleased.
She didn’t speak.
“This is what happens when you don’t obey my rules,” he said. “Do you understand?”
Carrie nodded. She simultaneously wanted him so badly it hurt, and desperately didn’t want to betray her husband. But now she wasn’t sure Matt was going to give her any choice.
“Now I’m going to take what I’ve wanted to take for the past decade,” he said.
“I can’t! I’m married!” she protested.
“You’ve mentioned that. You never seemed to take any issue with infidelity in the past, though, did you? When you cheated on me?”
“Matt,” she breathed, “I’m sorry. It was so long ago….”
“It happens,” he said. “I understand. But now you have a choice. Do you want to be my personal slut, or do you want to be fired?”
She froze. She couldn’t get fired. It just couldn’t happen. She imagined those long days of looking for work and feeling frustrated and unvalued. Sure, the freedom to fuck her husband in the middle of the afternoon was a nice perk, but it just wasn’t worth all the rest.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.”
“Okay,” she repeated, louder. “I’ll do it.”
He smiled. His finger was still shoved inside her pussy, and she had to fight the urge to grind against it and stimulate herself. “You’ll do what?” he asked.
“I’ll be your personal slut.”
His smile grew wider. “Good,” he said. “Now lean over the desk.” He pulled out of her. She let her skirt fall down into place, crossed the room, and bent over, ass sticking out toward him.
Matt stood behind her and pushed her down a little further into the desk. Then she felt him unfastening her skirt buttons on one hip, three in a row, and a moment later the skirt slid down to the floor. She stepped out of it. Then he unhooked the garter belt and slipped it off too.
Carrie’s heart was pounding as she waited for what he was about to do. He pushed her legs wide open and stood staring at her exposed ass and pussy from behind.
“And to think, I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long,” he said. “And it took becoming rich to finally get to.”
She wanted to protest, to tell him it had nothing to do with money, but of course that would’ve been a lie. She was there for the money, and that was it. Hadn’t she spent the last few hours thinking about how this job was beneath her but she couldn’t leave, because she needed the money? Hadn’t she just reasoned to herself that she shouldn’t fuck Matt, but she needed the job, because she needed the money?
He shoved a finger back inside her pussy, feeling around inside of her and pushing into her G-spot. She moaned and spread her legs a little wider.
Then he pulled out of her again and commanded, “Get on your knees.” She turned and knelt on the floor in front of him, looking up into his face, familiar yet so much more self-assured than the Matt she remembered.
He unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the top button of his pants, and slid the zipper down. Then he pulled out the biggest cock Carrie had ever seen. She almost gasped at the sight of it. It was nothing like she’d imagined from him — a guy who’d been a little bit nerdy in college, a little too into computers back in the days when that wasn’t cool. In all her fantasies about fucking him, she’d never suspected he would be so big.
“Open your mouth,” he said, and she did. Then he pushed the head of his cock between her lips, and she felt her mouth stretch to accommodate him. She licked the massive rod, so hard it felt on the verge of explosion, and soon he grabbed her hair at the back of her head and began fucking her mouth, shoving his cock down her throat with each thrust.
“Do you like when I use your mouth like a cunt?” he asked, and she nodded, feeling her pussy throb. She loved being used, though she never would’ve admitted it normally.
He continued to pound into her mouth, getting his cock nice and wet, and she brought a hand up to cup his balls and squeeze them lightly as she sucked him. He moaned, and she took it as her cue to keep going.
Finally, when he was fully lubed up, he pulled Carrie to her feet. “Take your clothes off,” he told her, and took his pants off while she removed her blazer, unbuttoned her shirt, and finally peeled off her bra, letting her breasts bounce free.
Matt grabbed them immediately, greedily taking huge handfuls and rubbing her nipples between thumb and index finger with increasing ferocity. Carrie thought of Jeff at home, and wondered if he was masturbating at this moment — if he had grown accustomed to their afternoon fucking like she had, whether his body got warmed up without asking permission even though now the situation was different. She felt a pang of guilt at cheating on her unsuspecting husband, but more than anything she felt an ache inside her tight hole — a need to get filled.
She stood before Matt fully naked, and he kept his expensive-looking shirt and sport coat on. She waited for his instructions.
He stopped grabbing at her breasts and looked her up and down, taking in every detail of her. She felt his eyes inspect her breasts and hard nipples, her waist and bellybutton, her hips, the place where her legs came together with a tiny hint of clit showing at the top. She knew she was so wet he would slide right into her with no resistance.
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“Get up on my desk,” he said, and she moved some papers away to sit down on the edge of the desk.
“No,” he said. His tone was so much more authoritative than she remembered from college. I guess that’s what money and power do to someone, she thought, feeling a thrill go through her body. “Lie down,” he said.
She glanced behind her at the notepads and electronics, his phone, a cup of pens and pencils. Then she very carefully pushed these things to the edge of the desk closest to them and lay down on her back in the middle, the entirety of her body stretched out on the desk in front of him like a buffet feast at a restaurant.
He took her in for a moment, then approached her head and slid her up the desk toward him until her head was hanging off the edge, her eyes staring straight into his hard cock. She took it into her mouth, sucking greedily, and he pushed into her while grabbing and slapping at her tits.
Then he moved down to the other side of the desk, stood between her legs, and pulled her that way toward him. The desk was so smooth that she slid easily from one side to the other. He was just tall enough that his cock aligned with her pussy once her ass was at the edge of the desk, and he slapped it against her sensitive, slick skin a few times. She jumped at the feeling of her clit being slapped by the hard dick, and a moment later he was pushing inside of her, inch by inch.
He was so huge, he hardly fit inside of her. Slowly, slowly, he worked his way in. She was so wet, so horny, that she wanted him to fill her up entirely and it was hard to be patient as he pushed inside.
But then he was fucking her, this man she’d abandoned so long ago. He was in control, not her. Her body was his to use as he liked. He thrust into her, faster and faster now that her pussy could take him, and she heard the slaps of their bodies ringing out and echoing in the office. She wondered if anyone else could hear them.
“Ohhh,” Carrie groaned. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Your pussy is just as good as I always imagined it would be,” he said.
“Your cock is better than I imagined,” she admitted, and he fucked her harder and faster still.
As he continued to thrust into her, he reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them and playing with them, pinching her nipples hard and then flicking them with his fingernail.
After a few minutes, he turned her over onto her stomach, and she balanced on the edge of the desk, feet almost but not quite touching the floor and stomach hard against the desk as he held her at just the perfect level for him to fuck. She felt completely in his control.
Matt spread her legs open wider in front of him until she felt like she was almost doing splits on the desk. She knew he could see every bit of her, that she was fully opened up and surrendered to him, and she loved it.
“Take me, fuck me,” she moaned. “Use me like your fuck toy.”
“You’re not my fuck toy,” he said, and she heard the smile in his voice. “You’re my office slut. And you’re being a very, very good little slut.”
His cock was so big, so hard, and she felt on the verge of coming, but held back. She wanted to let the feeling build, let the sensations grow inside of her, the naughtiness of it all, before finally letting loose. Her entire perception was focused in on her clit, on her wet hole, on the feeling of being stretched and used.
“Can I come inside of you?” he asked, his voice strained.
“No!” Carrie said quickly. “I’m not on birth control.” But she wanted so badly to feel his powerful orgasm exploding in her cunt, to feel his hard cock throbbing and pulsing in her pussy.
“Be a good slut,” he begged, and she could tell he was just barely able to hold back. “I want to fill your pussy up. Don’t you want to be my slutty little toy, you whore? Don’t you want to keep your job and maybe get a raise?”
In that moment, her good judgment disappeared and her body took over. She wanted nothing more than for him to fill her full of his cum. And she did want her job, she did want that raise.
“Fill me up,” she said, giving in with a force that she felt resonate throughout her body. The words reverberated through her pussy and she was so horny, so needy of his cum.
With one last ragged groan, Matt shoved his cock deeper still inside her pussy and let loose, his orgasm exploding from his body and filling hers as she too began to pulse in climax. Her pussy clenched his, squeezed him, pulsed out its heartbeat as he unleashed stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her unprotected cunt.
“Fill me up,” she groaned again as her orgasm pounded through her pussy and took her breath away. “I want to be your office slut. I want to do anything you say.”
His cock throbbed a few more times. “You’re such a good slut,” he said with a moan, and finally pulled out of her sore pussy. She felt a drip of cum slowly make its way out of her pussy and fall to the floor, and she closed her legs, easing herself off the desk and back to standing.
Her mind was spinning, her head dizzy. “Wow,” she breathed. “You felt so good.”
He was already starting to pull his pants back on, then stepping into his expensive-looking shoes. “Well,” he said with a cocky smile, “I’ve gotten a bit of experience in the past few years.”
Carrie picked her discarded clothing up off the floor and began pulling it back on, feeling exposed now that he was dressed again and she remained bare. Her ripped stockings she deposited into the trash can next to his desk.
“So how did you like your first day working for me?” he asked, his tone teasing but firm.
She paused. “I liked it,” she admitted, twirling her wedding ring around and around on her finger. “I know I shouldn’t have. But I liked it a lot.”
“Good,” he said, turning away from her and straightening up his desk. “Tomorrow we’ll see what you can do with the easy chair. Wear something sexy underneath your clothes. But make sure to keep it hidden this time, slut.”
“I will,” she said.
“You’re free to go,” he said, waving a hand dismissively toward her and not even bothering to turn around.
Back in the outer office, Carrie straightened her clothes, then grabbed her purse and walked out to the reception area. It was still early, just past four o’clock, and Monica was chatting with the receptionist when she came through.
“Leaving already?” Monica asked her, raising her eyebrows. “Everything go well with Matthew?”
Carrie flushed. “Yes, just fine,” she said. She saw Monica’s eyes dip down and take in her bare legs, eyebrows shooting up a little higher still. No doubt she remembered that Carrie had been wearing stockings when she arrived.
“Good,” she Monica. “Then I guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”
Carrie wondered whether Monica had once been in her position, whether Monica had once been spread open over the boss’s desk and fucked until she was full of cum.
But right now, there were more important things to think about. Right now, she had to go buy some new lingerie to wear to her second day on the job, and then get home before Jeff started wondering where his wife was.
Pussy sore and dripping, Carrie pushed through the office’s front door and headed to her car.
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Keep reading The Boss’s Slut with part 2 and part 3.
Carrie woke up with a feeling of eager excitement, and she lay blinking up at the ceiling for a few moments as her brain pieced together what had happened the day before.
Glimpses came back, then slowly solidified together: being stretched open and fucked raw. The red garter belt. Ripped stockings.