by Anya Aurelie
“What…” he started, then didn’t seem to know what to say. “What, uh…”
“What am I doing naked on my desk?” she guessed.
“Yeah.”
“I disobeyed my boss and I was punished,” she said simply.
“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked with a leering grin.
She hesitated. What would Matt want of her? Did he want her to himself — aside, of course, from her husband? Or did he want her to share herself with whoever asked?
It surprised Carrie how quickly she had become this — how quickly she had stopped wondering what she wanted, and started wondering what Matt wanted of her. Her throbbing pussy let her know that she didn’t mind too much, but it surprised her how complete her indoctrination, how thorough his control of her.
“No,” she decided, even though she was almost dripping with excitement. “Only if he says it’s okay.”
“I’ll ask him next time I see him,” the man said, then gave her a wink and let with the papers.
Carrie’s heart fluttered. Could this possibly be part of the arrangement? Submitting to Matt, her ex-boyfriend, was one thing, but submitting to random strangers who worked at the company? Surely he couldn’t want her to do that too. Fucking strangers was a fantasy of hers, as the slick wetness in her pussy attested, but fantasizing and doing were two separate things entirely, and Carrie couldn’t imagine that this could be in the job description. It was too much.
Over the course of the next three hours, Carrie remained on the desk on all fours, waiting for people to walk in. Five more people entered in that time, and each looked surprised and shocked, but a little bit turned on. She both loved and hated having her body on display to these strangers, not in control of who saw her mostly naked and who didn’t.
Her arms and legs ached, her knees were sore, and her face burned hotter than she’d thought possible. Her pussy also stayed wet the entire time. Indulging in this fantasy was not something she ever could’ve thought she’d do — certainly not at her place of work — but being forced to do it activated something deep within he, something that longed to be a dirty slut. It wasn’t her fault if her boss had demanded it…right?
When finally Matt appeared out of his inner office once again, she was relieved to see him. He stood in front of her, and as bad as her body hurt, she didn’t dare move.
“Have you learned your lesson, slut?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I promise. I’ve learned. I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”
“Good,” he said. “Are you ready to get up?”
“Yes. Please. I’m ready.”
“Have you been thinking naughty thoughts while you’ve been out here?’
“I have,” she admitted. “My pussy is so wet.”
He approached her until his body was just inches from her face. She could smell his aftershave, something woodsy and clean. “Are you ready to be used?” he asked. “Are you ready to be my good little slut?”
“Yes,” she said again. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”
In a single motion, he unzipped his zipper and pulled his thick, hard cock out of his pants, then grabbed her hair and shoved her face onto him. She eagerly licked at his cock, then took it deep into her mouth, and he held her there until she gagged.
“Are you still worried about people walking in and seeing you?” he asked.
“No, sir,” she said. And it was true — she didn’t care anymore. Part of her wanted to be caught, wanted to be watched.
“Good girl. Suck my cock,” he demanded, and shoved her head back down onto him. She sucked him zestily, loving the feeling of him filling up her mouth. She made sure to keep her ass up in the air, to stay in position, because he hadn’t yet told her she could move.
And then, with his cock disappearing down her throat, someone walked in. Carrie made a sound deep in her throat, a sound of surprise, because again the reality of it felt different from the fantasy, and she was embarrassed to be caught in the act of sucking her boss’s cock. It was a man who’d walked in, someone she vaguely remembering meeting the day before but whose name she couldn’t remember.
The man hastily turned to leave, but Matt stopped him.
“Wait, come here,” he commanded, and the man hesitantly approached them. Carrie watched him out of the corner of her eye while not losing focus on Matt’s cock.
“I want you to stay and watch how well this little slut fucks me,” Matt told the man, and Carrie’s cheeks flushed again.
“Yes, sir,” the man said, his voice sounding nervous and unsure, but not wanting to disobey his boss. Just like Carrie.
Carrie took a deep breath around Matt’s cock, feeling on display, and attacked the cock in front of her with renewed vigor. As the man stood and watched, Carrie saw him slowly relax, and soon she saw a bulge in his pants too as he stared at her.
Matt pulled her off of him then, and his cock dripped with her spit. He held her by the hair and pointed her face upward to look into his.
“Do you think you’re ready to come into my office?” he asked, and her cunt pulsed, knowing that that meant time to get fucked.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she said.
“Yes what?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she corrected herself, staring up at him and feeling vulnerable.
“All right, then. Time for you to get down from the desk.” Still holding her by the hair, Matt guided her as she eased her aching body off the desk, finally, and she stood on shaky legs.
“Come,” he said simply, glancing at the employee, whose name Carrie still didn’t know. The three of them turned toward Matt’s office, but before they’d taken even a step, Carrie was startled by the sound of the door opening again.
Another man walked in, this one taller than the first and with medium brown hair — he looked, Carrie realized with a jolt of guilt, a lot like her poor unsuspecting husband. He took one look at the proceedings and smiled.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked.
“You come too,” Matt said to him, and Carrie flushed once more as this third man joined their group, looking more curious than anything.
Matt led her by the hair into his office, and the other two men followed. The last started to close the door behind him, but Matt stopped him.
“Leave it open,” he said. “If anyone else comes into this office while I’m fucking my slut, they’ll have to come watch too.”
Carrie felt fully exposed as Matt led her to the easy chair. Leaving her hands bound, he instructed her to sit down and spread her legs. “Show us your cunt,” he said. She opened her legs wide on the chair.
Both of Matt’s employees were obviously hard now, but they stood by the wall, watching cautiously.
“Wider,” he said, and she threw both of her legs over the arms of the chair, slinking down in the seat to open herself up fully. Her breasts pushed together in the corset.
“That’s better,” he said. “Now, you —” and he pointed to the first man who had walked in on them — “what should I do to her first?”
The man sputtered and looked embarrassed, though he couldn’t possibly have been as embarrassed as Carrie herself.
“Answer me!” Matt demanded. “Quit wasting my time.”
It was obvious his other employees were as afraid of him as Carrie was, and the man jumped when he was yelled at. “Slap her pussy,” he said quickly.
Matt smiled down at Carrie, and her body tensed as she prepared herself for the slap of his fingers on her wet center. Slap, went his hand, and she jumped. Slap. His hand felt like it was getting wet with her juices. Slap.
“Ouch!” she cried, and he pushed two fingers inside her pussy then, rubbing her sore clit. A moment later, the pain was forgotten as she moaned at the feel of his fingers penetrating her.
“My slut likes that,” Matt told the other men. “What next?” he asked the second one.
“Bend her over the arm of the chair,” he said without hesitation.
“Up,” Mat
t commanded, pulling his fingers out of her, and Carrie immediately closed her legs and stood, struggling a little with her hands bound. She allowed him to position her against the arm of the chair, her pubic bone pushing into the armrest, and then he folded her over it, and her forehead rested on the opposite arm.
From behind her, she felt Matt spread her ass cheeks apart and show the other two men her exposed asshole and pussy. “What do you think?” he asked them.
“Very nice,” she heard one of them say. “But she’d look really good with her tits hanging down between the two armrests.”
“Stand back up,” Matt commanded, pulling her by her hair to a standing position, and then he pushed the top of her corset down beneath her breasts. The material fought against her skin, pushing her breasts up, and Matt maneuvered her body so that she was bent over the arms of the chair again, her bound wrists out in front of her, her breasts hanging down.
“Sir?” she heard a woman’s voice call out from the outer office. “Is anyone here?”
“Ah, come in here, Monica,” Matt said, gesturing the woman into the office with the others. “I was just showing Carrie how we deal with sluts like her around here.”
Monica stood next to the two other employees and gave Carrie a tight smile. Somehow it was most humiliating of all having this woman here to watch. But Carrie wanted to be fucked so badly it hurt, and the humiliation only added to her pleasure and to her need.
As the three of them stood against the wall and stared, Matt spread Carrie’s ass cheeks apart again and dipped a finger inside of her. Pulling it out, he fed the finger to Carrie, who licked it and cleaned herself off of him obediently. Then, with his finger still in her mouth, he began shoving his thick cock inside of her pussy.
Inch by inch, he filled her. She was relieved to finally have his cock, yet horrified at her coworkers watching.
“Are you going to be a good slut and take my cock however I want you?” Matt asked her, and Carrie nodded. “Yes,” she gasped out around his fingers.
“Good,” he said, and pushed deeper into her.
When he’d filled her all the way, he pulled out and showed her gaping hole to the group. Then he plunged back into her, and began to fuck her.
His cock moved faster and faster, and all Carrie could do was take the pounding. She was so wet, and he felt slick inside of her. She loved feeling so degraded and used. She felt like he was going deeper with each thrust, opening her up more and more, splitting her apart.
And then, just as she felt the sensation building up inside of her and threatening to burst, he pulled out of her and helped her to her feet.
“We’re going to do something different now,” he said, and he flipped the armchair over so that the seat was against the ground and its long, slanting back sat at an angle, the butt of the chair up in the air around waist level, in a position that reminded Carrie of the one she’d been in for the past few hours. She looked at him, confused and nervous, unsure of what was about to happen.
“Monica, get her corset off,” Matt commanded as casually as though he were giving orders in a meeting. The woman began unfastening the clasps of Carrie’s corset, and she helplessly allowed herself to be stripped, more and more of her body exposed until she was naked aside from the thigh-high stockings and heels. She stood there in front of the group, a naked woman being examined by a group of horny, fully clothed men. And Monica.
“Now help me lift her onto the back of the chair,” Matt said, and the two men picked Carrie up and positioned her as Matt specified.
“What? No!” she protested as they set her on the back of the chair and then lay her down on her back. Her head was toward the floor, and she felt like blood was rushing to it. Her pussy was up in the air at the edge of the chair, and she tried to ground herself by bending her knees to rest her heels against the bottom of the chair.
“Open your legs,” Matt directed, and she let her stockinged knees fall open, her pussy on display for them all. He stood between her legs and pulled her pussy lips open further with his hands, slapped her with his cock a few times before pushing inside of her.
“Ohhh,” she groaned as she felt herself penetrated by him again.
“See how much she loves it?” Matt asked the others. “She’s such a good office slut.”
Carrie felt her nipples stiffen as he fucked her, knowing that all eyes were on her naked body. She could still see the stiff bulges in the men’s pants, but knew they wouldn’t dare touch her unless Matt told them to.
Matt reached down and squeezed her breasts as he continued thrusting into her, and she opened her legs wider to him. He pinched her nipples and flicked them with his fingernail.
“You like that, don’t you, slut?” he asked, and she nodded eagerly, caught between being turned on and desperately wanting to come, and being ashamed to have her coworkers see her like this. But the shame only fueled the sexiness of it, making her clit throb in desire, her body disobeying the rational part of her brain that told her to gather together her dignity, get dressed and walk out of this office, back home to her husband.
Against her will, her clit began to throb, her body to pulse. She felt the blood gather in her pussy and the pleasure explode through her as her ex-boyfriend and now-boss fucked her in front of his employees. The orgasm pounded her, and she lost all of her senses, could only feel the sensation of it as though she were inside of it. And at the height of her pleasure, she felt Matt too begin to tense.
“You want me to fill your slutty cunt with my cum?” he grunted, and she yelled, “Yes, yes, please!” She had chastised herself after yesterday that she shouldn’t let him come inside of her again, but in that moment, she wanted it more than anything. “Fill me up,” she begged as her pussy throbbed.
And she felt him unleash his powerful cum inside of her. Spurt after spurt filled her, and she looked around her at the faces of her coworkers watching on, watching her pussy be filled by their boss, seeing her in this most vulnerable of moments that should be reserved for her and Matt alone — for her and her husband alone, in fact. She loved the feeling of his explosive orgasm in her pussy, the way their bodies were throbbing together, the way she had no choice but to go along with his requests, and the way she loved every second of it anyway.
Finally the streams of his cum subsided, and he pulled out of her sore cunt. She knew her pussy was stretched out, and could feel his cum begin to drip out of her as she coworkers watched.
“Did you like that, slut?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she said, and meant it. “I loved it.”
“Good,” he said with a satisfied smile. “How about you?” he asked the small group in his office.
“Yes, sir,” the first man said quickly while the other nodded, and Carrie wondered if he was going to go spend some time in the restroom taking care of himself, thinking about pounding her pussy.
“Maybe next time I’ll let you use her too.”
Matt helped Carrie to her feet as the phrase bounced around inside her head. He’d let them use her too? She wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or excited. As she got dressed and prepared to go home to her husband, she wondered what the next day would bring. She wasn’t sure, but she knew she was Matt’s. He would decide how her body was used, and by whom.
Cum dripped out of Carrie’s pussy and down her leg, and she smiled. She liked being the office slut.
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Keep reading The Boss’s Slut with part 3.