Office Slut Pt 07

Wednesday dawned, marking the heart of the work week. As I sipped my coffee, I couldn't help but count down the days: just three more with Mr. Ryan and only three days until I would once again be in the presence of Mr. George. The anticipation hung in the air, and I could feel the thrill of what lay ahead.

Kneeling beside the towering bookshelf in Mr. Ryan's office, I felt a thrilling mix of excitement and nervousness. My eyes scanned the vibrant titles, each a portal to another world, and I imagined Mr. Ryan immersed in their pages, uncovering secrets and adventures just waiting to be found.

Mr. Ryan was in a meeting, and when he was in a meeting, he liked me to kneel in this corner the way I am doing now. I loved following Mr. Ryan's orders. My pussy was wet simply because I was obeying one of his commands. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to find some release.

Mr. Ryan does not allow me to touch myself unless he is present to watch, forcing me to resist the impulse to touch myself. Somehow this only makes me more horny for Mr. Ryan.

Suddenly, Mr. Ryan entered the room, his broad shoulders filling the space with intensity. Without a word, he rushed to his desk and began typing furiously. The air crackled with anticipation as I wondered what dramatic news had just come from his meeting.

However, I did not express these thoughts because Mr. Ryan does not allow me to speak unless I am spoken to. In many ways, Mr. Ryan is similar to Mr. George. However, where Mr. George is soft, Mr. Ryan is rough, and where Mr. George is kind, Mr. Ryan is mean.

Finally, Mr. Ryan's dark eyes met mine, and I held his gaze. The carpet on the ground was digging into my knees, and I longed to stand up and stretch my legs. I tried to tell Mr. Ryan this with my eyes.

Please. My eyes begged.

My plan must have worked because, at that moment, Mr. Ryan said, "Come, pet."

I sprang to my feet and treasured the stretching sensation. I walked over to Mr. Ryan and kneeled between his legs, where he pointed.

This morning, before he went to his meeting, he commanded me to strip, and so I was already naked.

Naked and willing.

He stroked my hair like I was simply a cat perched at his side. I leaned into his touch, savoring the rare moment of softness from Mr. Ryan.

He grabbed his duffel bag from beside him and pulled out a black collar. The collar had leather on the outside and padding on the inside.

On the tag, it read:

Office Slut

And it had a padlock on it, so whoever wore it needed the key to take it off.

"I wanted to collar you for these next few days," Mr. Ryan said, "So you could feel what it's like to be mine."

I was excited as I admired the collar and shiny key in his other hand. I felt like I was glowing, like I had accomplished a significant feat.

I raised my chin to offer Mr. Ryan my neck. He smiled softly at me as he placed the collar around my neck and buckled it. Then, he ran the lock through the loop and used the shiny key to lock it.

When I heard the click, my heart fluttered. I felt close to Mr. Ryan then and wondered why Mr. George had never collared me.

As if he sensed that my thoughts had wandered to Mr. George, Mr. Ryan touched my cheek before bending down to give me a deep, passionate kiss. Suddenly, I had no thoughts at all.

"You've been such a good slut lately; I am going to reward you today," Mr. Ryan said after he pulled away a few moments later.

"Thank you, Mr. Ryan." I beamed at him.

He gave me that soft smile again, and I wondered if I was beginning to thaw his chilly exterior.

"Go sit on the couch," Mr. Ryan instructed.

I walked to the couch and sat on its fluffy cushion. I was thankful I was not bending over the couch for once and was acutely aware of the new collar around my neck. The collar gave me such satisfaction and almost a feeling of safety that I would be sad to take it off.

Mr. Ryan prowled over to me, wearing his perfectly tailored suit, and his eyes locked on me. He was a lion stalking his prey. I sat very still, holding my breath, as he approached me.

Wordlessly, Mr. Ryan sunk to his knees in between my legs. Confused, I opened my mouth to say something, but he shook his head once, and I promptly closed my lips.

Mr. Ryan began to gently slide a finger in between the slit of my pussy. Slowly, he teased me. Back and forth, his finger went, sometimes pausing on my clit and sometimes skipping it entirely. I moaned desperately, and he responded with a growl.

He began to finger my pussy. "My slut is so wet; I love it," He said as he pounded me with his finger. And I was so wet. I could hear my juices as his finger went in and out.

He started to lick my pussy while he spread my lips with the hand that currently was not inside me. He deeply sucked my clit into his mouth. His finger magically continued to keep the same rhythm inside me throughout all of his sucking and licking.

As he added a second finger and continued to suck my clit, I was on the edge of cumming, and Mr. Ryan knew that. I could tell by the way he was looking at me mischievously.

"Please, please, Mr. Ryan. Please, let me cum." I whined, feeling desperate and pathetic, which turned me on even more.

"Cum, my good Office Slut." He purred.

And so I did. Into his mouth. Into his lap. Onto the floor. I released myself with no apologies. The waves of pleasure crashed over me aggressively at first and then soothingly.

I whimpered as the orgasm slowed, and I could think properly again. Mr. Ryan was rubbing my legs gently. I blinked at him; he was still on the floor in between my legs.

I put my hands into his curly hair and felt the coarse hair swirl around my finger. He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm.

"You look so pretty when you cum," Mr. Ryan said and kissed the back of my hand. Mr. Ryan stood up from his knees, grabbing my thighs as handrails as he rose.

He slowly drifted my hand higher until he was able to place it on his rock-hard cock.

"Rub me, slut," He said. So, I began to stroke him through his pants gently. Back and forth. In circles.

I looked up into his eyes. I loved making eye contact with Mr. Ryan. It made me feel like we were the only two people in the building. On this planet.

He told me to pause, and he quickly undressed himself enough that he was able to pull his dick out of his pants.

"Suck me, baby," He ordered, and so I obeyed. As I always do.

I put my lips around the tip of his dick and sucked in sharply. Then, I open my mouth wider to fit more of him in me. He grabbed my hair roughly and started to shove my mouth on his dick forcefully.

As he was face fucking me, he was saying things like, "You're my toy, slut. You love being my toy. For anyone else, you just endure it. But with me, you're addicted."

I almost came for a second time, just at his words. My hips rocked back and forth as he fucked my throat.

He fucked my face so hard that I could hardly breathe. Now and again, he pulled all the way out and allowed me to catch a breath before continuing. Tears streamed down my eyes, and my mouth was dripping with drool; Mr. Ryan saw my tears and said, "Cry, bitch,"

My lips began to ache as he pounded into it. "Suck my balls," Mr. Ryan demanded, and I immediately latched onto one of his balls and sucked it into my mouth.

As I alternated between each ball, Mr. Ryan was jacking off intensely. He was moaning, and suddenly, he pulled me by my hair back up to face him.

His dick was right in front of me, so close that when his fist was at the tip of his cock it almost touched my nose.

"Open your mouth, baby," Mr. Ryan said through his teeth as he clenched them down, preparing himself to cum.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited until the cold goo covered my face.

Mr. Ryan's cum spilled onto my face at a rapid pace, and quickly covered it.

I swiped the cum from my eyes and looked at him. He smiled down at me and said, "I've never seen you look so beautiful, slut."