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The office clock ticks round to five o'clock, Friday afternoon again.
The last of my colleagues heads towards the door, stopping for a quick
comment before leaving.
"Working late again? Just you and the boss left. Remember what they
say about all work and no play," she says with a wink as she heads to
the door. I flush slightly, sure that she has at least some suspicion
of what happens after hours.
Once I'm sure she's left, I head to the bathroom to quickly get myself
ready, it wouldn't do to keep the boss waiting. I pick up my bag from
my locker and step into the bathroom and lock the door. I quickly
strip, hanging my normal office clothes on the peg on the back of the
door.
I take a pair of sheer stockings from the bag and roll them up my smooth
legs, enjoying the feeling of the nylon against my skin. I tie a red
garter belt around my middle and get to work fastening the clips to the
stockings. It's a task that always takes me a bit of time as I'm not
used to wearing stockings but I know the boss will appreciate it -
they're a big fan of old fashioned lingerie. My stocking's fastened, I
step into the matching red silk and lace panties and pull them up around
my hips. I fasten the bra round my middle and turn it round before
putting my arms through the straps and pulling the straps up and over my
shoulders.
I pause to check my reflection in the mirror. I have to admit that the
red silk and lace lingerie is extremely pretty and works very well with
my skin tone. Before continuing with my preparations, my mind slips
back to the time six months ago when this all started. I was called
into the boss' office at the end of the day, nervous that I was in
trouble and fearful of the reaction. The boss made me sit before
standing in front of me and presenting me with the evidence of the
transfers of company money I'd made to my personal account. I tried to
stammer an explanation, tell them how I'd racked up problem debts to
some very unsavoury characters and the trouble I'd be in if I didn't
keep up the payments. The boss silenced me with a hand before talking
in steel-edged voice.
"I should definitely fire you right now for this. Stealing company money
is not acceptable in any circumstances. In fact, I should probably call
the police. There's enough evidence here that I can't see you escaping
without a custodial sentence."
I couldn't help myself, I'd been caught red handed and deserved my fate
I accepted as I burst into tears, "Please...p...please," I sobbed, "Please,
I can't lose my job, I...can't go to jail. The....the people I owe money to
will kill me. Please forgive me, please, I'll pay back every penny.
Please don't fire me, please, I'll do anything," I begged.
"Anything?" the boss asked quizically, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything, anything you want," I replied. "Just please, please let me
keep my job."
The boss pondered for a few second before replying.
"All right. I'll offer you a choice. I have, emm, shall we say, certain
needs. Needs that my partner won't indulge. If you cater for these
needs, I'll make your debt go away, you can keep your job. You can even
have a raise, to make your money go further. Alternatively, you can
simply leave now. I won't call the police, but you'll be on your own.
What do you say?"
I clutched at the lifeline I'd been offered and replied, almost without
hesitating, "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you need, just please don't
fire me, I need this job so badly."
"Good. I thought you might take that option," the boss responded in a
softer tone. "Now let me explain what you're going to do."
I sat, open mouthed and blushing deep red, for the next fifteen minutes,
while the boss explained exactly what I'd be doing to meet their
'needs'. I left the office in a daze, stunned by what I'd been told I
must do, but knowing I would do it. I didn't really have any choice.
My mind snapped back to the present and I continued my preparations.
Tying my long hair back into a pony tail with a scrunchie, I clipped a
pair of large hoop earrings onto my ears. Reaching into the bag, I took
out a case of make-up and set to work on my face. I applied foundation
and blusher to my face with a practiced hand before carefully beginning
work on my eyes. Black eyeliner and mascara made my blue eyes pop and a
subtle, dark purple eye shadow complemented them perfectly. I lined my
lips with a dark red lipliner and applied a bold red lipstick before
covering them with a matching coat of gloss to get the perfect set of
tempting red lips.
I took a short, black skirt from the bag and stepped into it, pulling it
over my hips and fastening the zip. It was the perfect length to show
off my long legs and give a hint of the tops of the stockings I was
wearing. I put on a white blouse with large silver buttons, sheer
enough to leave no one in doubt of the colour of bra I had on under it
but not too transparent. Finally, I stepped into a pair of black patent
heels with a visible red sole. Taking a final look in the mirror I
could see I looked pretty good - the perfect fantasy slutty secretary,
exactly what the boss required.
Clicking down the corridor in my heels, I reached the boss's closed door
and knocked gently, to be rewarded with a response of "Enter." Stepping
into the room I stood in front of the boss's desk and smiled coyly,
knowing what was coming up, but playing the game as desired. The boss
smiled back knowingly and signals with their finger for me to turn
around. I totter around in a small circle, pausing to wiggle my ass in
the tight skirt I'm wearing before returning to face the desk. The boss
smiles wider, looking every inch like the cat that got the cream. In
response, I bend forward and lean on my elbows on the desk, looking the
boss in the eye and licking my lips seductively.
The boss gets up from their chair and walks round the desk to stand
behind me, so I can feel their hips against my rear. I reach behind and
slowly hitch up my skirt to expose my panty-clad ass. "Mmmm, nice," the
boss purrs as their hands smooth the soft silk over my buttocks and
explore teasingly between my legs. A few minutes later, I receive a
curt slap on my ass, the signal for me to drop my panties. I hook my
thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slip them down over my butt
and down my thighs. The panties flutter down my calves to the floor and
I step one foot out of them, leaving the flimsy garment wrapped around
one ankle.
The boss places their hands on my hips and I give out a low moan as I
feel something hard slip between the cheeks of my butt and rest against
my exposed, vulnerable entrance. Wasting no time, the boss begins to
push and I let out a gasp as my tight hole is gradually stretched - it's
not painful but it's part of the act to keep the boss happy. Gradually,
my ass is filled and I begin to moan and whimper as the boss thrusts in
and out of me.
I lose track of time, but I know it's not too long before the speed of
the thrusts meets a peak and I find that the shame and humiliation of my
position, coupled with the pleasurable physical sensations I am
receiving, tips me over into a shuddering orgasm. The boss stops their
thrusting, leans forward and whispers in my ear, "You absolutely love
this, don't you, slut?" before withdrawing and returning to their seat
behind the desk. My face flushed with shame and the aftermath of my
climax, I reach down and pull my panties back up and smooth my skirt
down before stepping round the side of the desk.
The boss removes her strap-on and opens her legs, invitingly displaying
her pussy. "Well, that was good, my little whore, but let's put that
pretty mouth to work. I want at least two orgasms before we leave," she
commands with a satisfied smile. "Yes, Ms Sinclair, as you wish," I
reply meekly as I kneel down obediently before her and bow my head to
begin lapping at her delicious sex.
My debt is paid off and I've even been able to save some money from my
pay rise. I could easily leave and get another job. Why do I put up
with this humiliating Friday ritual? I consider as my tongue works
steadily and I'm forced to admit to myself that I do this because I love
it. I love every minute of being my boss' slut.
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