Office Slut

When I returned to my desk, I saw a new email. I opened it, and it read:

To: alice.porter@smithandco.org

From: ryantucker15@ryanindustries.net

Subject:

Are you okay?

I blushed as I reread the email repeatedly. I was relieved that Mr. Ryan knew I had no part in Mr. George's twisted scheme.

I loved that he cared if I was okay. Mr. Ryan seemed to care about me in a way Mr. George never allowed himself to. I quickly responded, telling him I was OK and giving him my phone number because I felt it was right.

***

As the week passed, Mr. George was overly sweet to me. Gently fucking me as he brushed the hair out of my eyes. So vanilla. It made me want to vomit.

I know he feels slightly bad about Tuesday, but I miss how things used to be between us.

Unbeknownst to Mr. George, Mr. Ryan had been texting me intermittently all week. I knew my contract with Mr. George had only one month left, and I would dream about Mr. Ryan at night.

I would dream of him putting my collar on me and the small click of the padlock. I would dream of his soft eyes, which only seemed to soften for me. I would dream about him bending me over his knees and spanking me sternly.

One more month.

***

Before I knew it, it was Monday again. The weekend flew by, and I felt a bit blue because Mr. Ryan hadn't texted me all weekend.

I strutted into the office in a tight red dress and knee-high black boots. Mr. George entered wearing his typical attire, his square glasses perfectly placed on the brim of his nose.

Now that it was a new month, I hoped things would return to normal.

As he passed, Mr. George looked at me and beckoned me into the office with a small hand gesture. I followed behind him in a nonsuspicious way, although I am sure all my coworkers already suspected something between us. I was always in his office.

I closed the door behind us and stood before Mr. George. I was not allowed to use the furniture.

At work, I am a brainless slut.

"I am taking you to lunch today to celebrate your hard work," Mr. George said with a wink.

I absentmindedly frowned, disappointed that he was still trying to be nice to me.

"Did you just frown at me?" Mr. George growled. I immediately began to apologize to him, but it was too late.

"Come here," He said calmly, too calmly.

Mr. George grabbed me and bent me over his knees. My dress was barely covering my ass and exposed pussy. He stroked my pussy lightly.

"I was trying to be nice to you, stupid whore. This is why I always treat you so cold." Mr. George said."You're ungrateful."

My hands were on the floor, holding myself in Mr. George's lap.

He was teasing me and pretending to spank me and then just gently tapping my ass. Then, stroking my pussy.

Keeping me on edge, preparing at any moment for the first blow.

Spank!

It was just his hand, but the pain radiated all over my ass. Mr. George grabbed my hair and pulled up my head to see his brown eyes.

"Say you're my slut,"

"I'm your slut,"

Spank!

Spank!

"Apologize for disrespecting your Master."

"I am so sorry for being ungrateful, Master."

Spank!

Tears began to fill my eyes as Master spanked me mercilessly. I had no thoughts; all I could feel was the red-hot pain spread through my body. I tried to absorb the blows as they came, but he started to spank me so fast that all I could do was cry out in pain and wait for it to end.

After a while, too long, he began to pet my ass softly, gently.

My ass felt hot against his touch.

Then, I felt his hands spread my ass apart so that my asshole was fully visible to Master. I felt a cool drip against my asshole that could only be his spit.

I heard him open his drawer, and I knew what was coming.

The cool tip began to press into me. I whimpered as he mercilessly pushed the butt plug into me, filling me with its cold metal.

"Never roll your eyes at me again, you worthless slut," Master said as he slapped my ass one more time before pushing me off his lap. I stumbled up into a standing position in front of him.

"Anyway, you were a bitch, but I am still taking you to lunch. And you will wear this," Master told me as he pulled out a pair of underwear with a device inside it.

He didn't explain to me what it was as he made me put on the underwear. I could feel a cold, cold, plastic lump pressing against my clit. I shivered in anticipation.

***

I was sitting across the table from Mr. George. His eyes were browsing the menu lazily. Mr. George hasn't spoken to me since the office. Unable to focus, I shifted in my seat, feeling the butt plug and vibrator anytime I moved.

The restaurant was bustling with people, and I am sure that if I hadn't been there with Mr. George, I would have never been able to get a table. The lump in my new panties remained still and silent, but I had a suspicion that it would not stay that way.

"Hello, Sir," the waiter said to Mr. George. Mr. George looked up and smiled sincerely at the waiter. My heart pinged with jealousy because he had never smiled at me like that.

"Hi, Rob. How is Tina?" Mr. George asked the man with a graying beard and a gold ring on his ring finger.

"She's fine," He chuckled, then his eyes made their way to me for the first time since Rob had come to the table.

Rob's eyes lingered on my tits for half a second too long.

"Rob," Mr. George warned. The waiter took the hint and our order, then disappeared.

Mr. George didn't comment on Rob; he just pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Suddenly, the vibrator pressed against my clit hummed alive. I suppressed the moan that begged to escape. I looked at Mr. George with pleading eyes.

Then, he clicked it off with one tap of his finger.

"You're at my mercy slut," Mr. George growled at me, low enough not to attract any attention but stern sufficient that I listened to every word, "Remember that,"

Rob returned with salads, and I dug into mine quickly, grateful for the distraction.

As I was finishing the last bite, I felt the vibrator again. I groaned as I choked down my salad. Mr. George was smirking at me as I wiggled in my chair. He wasn't nearly as quick to turn it off this time. His finger hovered over the button, teasing me.

Rob showed up at that very moment. He carefully set down Mr. George's steak in front of him. Mr. George licked his lips. Rob set the chicken plate that Mr. George ordered for me without asking softly on the table, once again staring at my tits. Mr. George growled, and Rob scurried from the table.

Right before I was about to unravel, Mr. George turned off the vibrator. I gasped, breathless, as I tried to regain control of my thoughts. I immediately started looking around me to make sure no one noticed.

And that's when I saw him-- Mr. Ryan.

His dark, stormy eyes were already on me, and his mouth was set in a firm line. I knew Mr. George was behind this somehow. I could tell he was amused at my reaction, and my blood boiled beneath my skin.

Suddenly, the vibrator turned on again.

Grasping the edges of the table until my knuckles turned white, biting my tongue to hold back the moan dying to escape, squeezing my thighs together desperately, I was overwhelmed with sensations.

Before I had a chance to think, my orgasm escaped me.

All I could see was glowing white. A wave washed over me from my toes to my brain, and I couldn't think. I could feel my dress and chair getting soaked, but I could not care less for one amazing minute.

When I finally returned to reality, Mr. George was beaming as he pulled out his wallet to pay the bill in cash. I looked to where Mr. Ryan was and tried to ignore the bewildered looks of the ordinary people around us.

But Mr. Ryan was gone, and my stomach sank.

Mr. George took my hand and led me to the restaurant's exit. My face was bright red, and I knew everyone was staring at my dress as we passed their table.

Outside, Mr. George's driver picked us up from the front of the restaurant. Wordlessly, Mr. George opened the door for me, and I sank into the car. Mr. George sat beside me, and the driver started the car and drove away.

Mr. George turned me so my back faced him, and then he unzipped my dress. He yanked it off my body roughly and tore off my bra. Luckily, the car had a partition.

He sucked on my tits viciously, pinching and biting my nipples. A moan escaped my lips, and he grabbed my face with his hand. "Shut up whore," He spat. Then, he planted a rough kiss on my lips that ended with him sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

He ripped the torturous panties off of my body and, after, quickly undressed himself enough that he could release his large cock. My mouth watered at the sight of it. He pulled me on top of him by my waist, and I slowly lowered myself onto his dick.

I savored this moment as Mr. George had never let me take the lead. He moaned when his cock was deeply in me; I began to circle my hips and feel his dick hit all the right places.

Then, Mr. George put his hands on my hips and began to pound my body onto him like I was just a doll. His hand wrapped around my neck and tightened just enough to send a jolt down my body.

"You are just a toy," My Master told me, and I nodded brainlessly.

"You exist only to please me," My Master continued, and my pussy clenched around his dick.

"You don't get to cum again whore," Master whispers, "It's my turn,"

With both his hands back on my hips, my Master pounded into me until I could feel his dick begin to twitch inside me, and his fingers dug deep into my skin. He slowed his pumping, and I sank into him, resting my head on his shoulder.

When we returned to the office, I panicked when I finally considered what I would wear for the rest of the day. However, Mr. George suddenly revealed that he had hidden a new white dress for me in the car.

"Just in case lunch got messy." He shrugged as he held it up.

I gasped at the sight of it, as it was a rare gesture of kindness from Mr. George. "Thank you, sir," I said to him and kissed him.

He helped me put my bra back on and slide the dress over my head. Its long sleeves and hem reached the top of my thighs.

Mr. George had the driver drop me off at the office building and said he had to attend another meeting. He told me it was for business, and I believed him. But I felt jealous at the mere thought of him being with another girl.

I pushed that thought from my brain and floated back to my cubicle, thinking of Mr. George every time I looked down to see my new dress.

***

At home, as I was getting ready for bed in my bedroom. My phone buzzed; I picked it up absentmindedly before I saw Ryan's name.

Then, my heart stopped.

Ryan: I hated watching you with him. I need to see you.