Office Slut

It was early in the morning the next day after my Boss railed me in his office until I came all over his dick. I was still recovering; my pussy was so sore. Luckily my ass wasn't bruised that bad from my spankings, but a part of me wanted more.

Mr. George got to the office later than the rest of us, but that was okay because he was the boss. He didn't even look at me as he walked in, and I wondered if yesterday was only a dream. Mr. George went into his office and grabbed some papers.

He walked directly to my cubicle, handed me the papers, and said, "Please sign this and get it back to me immediately."

There were only two pages. At the top of the first page, it read, "CONTRACT." I kept reading and quickly realized it was a contract between Mr. George and me. Essentially, it said that I wouldn't sue him for sexual harassment if things ended poorly. The contract also clarified that if I were Mr. George's office slut for the next two months, then he would erase the past two months from my record at work.

It was super to the point, and it didn't have very many details on what being Mr. George's office slut would mean. But I also knew I didn't have any other option. I needed this job and to get out of my parent's house. If being Mr. George's slut at work will help me get my life back together, then I'll do it.

I grabbed a pen and signed the contract. I took a deep breath and started walking to Mr. George's office. His office door was shut, so I knocked on his door with shaky hands.

"Come in!" I heard him shout from inside his office.

I turned the doorknob and opened it. Mr. George was once again sitting behind his mahogany desk, typing on his laptop, and once again didn't bother to look at me.

"I have the papers," I said, holding them up as I walked towards one of the chairs on the other side of his desk.

"No," he said before I could sit down, still typing on his computer. "You don't get to use my furniture. Stand."

I halted mid-sit and stood back up. I handed Mr. George the contract, and he flipped the page to look for my signature. He smiled when he saw that I had signed it.

"This will be fun," he said, typing on his computer.

I just stood in front of his desk awkwardly. My tight white button-up shirt showed my tits off in the perfect way, and my short, black skirt was so tight. I knew I looked too hot to be working in the office, but I was also hoping that Mr. George might think I looked sexy.

But he hasn't even looked at me all day. He has been treating this whole thing like a business transaction.

For some reason, that made me want him even more. His coldness. The way he treated me as nothing more than an employee. Yet, he knew exactly how to touch me to make me cum.

Just the thought of him touching me had me squirming in front of him. I couldn't help but rub my legs together and helplessly wait for him to pay attention to me.

Finally, he stopped typing and looked me over from head to toe. "I like your outfit today, " he said. You're going to start wearing outfits like that now."

"Yes, sir," I said, not wanting to revisit yesterday's lesson.

"Good girl, you're learning well," he said, and I wanted to cum on the spot. "Go ahead and take off your shirt."

I untucked my shirt from my skirt and started to undo the buttons. Mr. George was leaning back in his black chair, watching me with his brown eyes. I peeled my shirt off and was standing before him in nothing but a black, lacy bra.

His eyes looked hungry as he told me to take my bra off. I could barely breathe as I reached back to unclasp my bra. It fell from my body, and I could feel the cool air on my nipples. Mr. George still just stared at me.

"Your body is perfect." He said, and I blushed.

"Thank you, sir," I responded.

He got up from his chair and walked towards me. I turned around to the side to face him. When he was in front of me, he reached up with his hands and grabbed my nipples. He started pulling them hard, and then he'd just let go.

Then, he started to suck on them, and he began to bite them softly with his teeth. I couldn't help but moan, and he started to bite them harder. He began to squeeze my tits with his hands while he continued to play with my nipples with his mouth.

My pussy was throbbing. I swear I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs as I squeezed them together. I tried to put my fingers in his hair, and he grabbed my wrist.

"No, whore," He said sternly, "You don't get to touch me unless I tell you to."

"I'm sorry, Sir," I whispered. He was still holding my wrist.

He slowly let go of it after squeezing it so hard that it may have left a bruise. He then took off his tie and went behind me to tie my hands behind my back with his tie.

"Don't make me tell you that again bitch," He whispered in my ear from behind me before coming back around to the front of me. He went back to playing with my tits.

With his hands.

With my mouth.

He pushed my legs open with his hands as he was sucking my tits. He started to slide his finger in between my slits. He pulled his finger up and down my lips. He was teasing me so well.

"Follow me," He told me as he walked behind his desk. I followed him behind his desk. He sat down, and he pulled me over to him. He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off. I was only wearing my panties and heels in his office.

"Sit on my desk," He told me as he moved his laptop out of the way. I sat on his desk, and he pulled his chair between my legs. He opened a drawer and began to rummage through it. I could see what was in it from my angle. It was a bunch of sex toys like dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps. Everything.

"When you're a good girl, like when you signed the contract. You can get rewarded." He explained to me. He put a vibrator on my pussy over my panties. He rubbed it up and down my pussy. My hands were still tied behind my back, so I could do nothing but accept his relentless teasing.

"Let's get these panties off." He said as he pulled my underwear off, revealing my pussy to Mr. George. He smiled as he looked at my spread pussy. It was so wet it was glistening in the light of his office.

He put the vibrator on my clit and started rubbing it in circles. I moaned so loud that I forgot where I was. He slapped my pussy hard, "Are you trying to let the whole office know that you're my slut?" Boss asked.

"No, Sir," I said. He pulled out a gag from his drawer and strapped it around my head.

"Be a good girl, slut, I am trying to reward you. But, you are making things very hard." Boss said.

He put down the vibrator. Then, he pushed his big, veiny finger into my throbbing pussy. It took my breath away. He started to finger me aggressively. He pushed another finger into my pussy and began to stretch my pussy out.

"You're pussy needs to be trained," was all Mr. George said to me as he shoved another finger in my pussy. Three of his massive fingers were now in my pussy, and they felt so good.

With his free hand, he grabbed the vibrator from the desk and used it on my clit. I was moaning so loud, but the gag Boss put in my mouth muffled most of them. I desperately needed to cum, but I knew that Boss didn't like me to cum unless he permitted me. So, I was trying my best to hold it.

As if he could read my mind, he asked me, "Do you want to cum, bitch?"

I nodded so desperately that I was surprised I hadn't sprained my neck.

He didn't say anything and continued to finger me with his three giant fingers, swirling the vibrator in loose circles directly on my clit. I couldn't hold my orgasm off for much longer. And I wasn't ready to learn the punishment Boss would give me if I came without his permission.

"Cum," Boss finally told me. And I gave myself into my orgasm. He continued to finger me but backed up his chair to avoid some of the mess. My orgasm wracked through me, and my legs were shaking when he pulled his fingers out of me. Leaving my pussy feeling empty and needy. Despite having just orgasmed.

He closed the top drawer with all the sex toys that made my body tingle just at the sight of them and opened the second drawer. The second drawer just had a lot of towels.

He wiped up my pussy with one of them. He set the towel down and untied my hands from behind my back. He also took the gag out of my mouth.

"Finish cleaning yourself up and put your clothes back on slut; I need you back out there working before anyone gets suspicious." Mr. George told me.