His cum still leaks out of my sore pussy he fucked so brutally earlier today. Hours passed by and my mind had been anywhere but at work. I couldn't concentrate for the life of it. My boss had approached my wide open office door quite a few times after he fucked me back into place, shooting me a knowing grin or two but not saying a single word.
My computer pinged and the company messenger showed me a note of my boss himself. "How's the frustration level going?"
My teeth clench and a sudden anger rushes through me. Frustration! I'm not frustrated, I'm furious. My response is short and quick "No frustration going on here whatsoever." We must be the only two people in the building at this point, it's way past afternoon but I couldn't bring myself to leave work. His loud laughter is hearable from his office across the hallway. My right eye is twitching in response.
Another message find its way to me. "Come here." My next movements feel like an out of body experience. I'm pushing back my chair, standing up, and my feet carry me out of my room, down the floor until I'm standing right in front of his office door. My eyes find his, the evil grin on his perfect face is pure blasphemy.
"I'm asking you again. How's the frustration level?" My up shooting middle finger has him laughing even harder. No words leave my mouth as he commands me to kneel down. But it for sure pops open looking at that boldness of his. "We're coming to that later. Now, kneel." And my legs give in as I sink down. Right in the middle of his goddamn office door. "Crawl to me. Show me that you're sorry and I might let you cum this time too." The prospect to a potential orgasm has me crawling up to him in no time. My knees scrub across the carpet on the floor, leaving me sore on other places than my pussy. Sore is apparently todays motto. The evil grin turns into a satisfied smile as he finds me kneeling in front of him just mere seconds later. "Good girl."
The praise sends a shiver down my spine, leaves me panting for a second and my clit throbs in response. He's patting his left leg and gestures me to lay my head there. I follow his silent order and his hand finds my hair, strokes it softly. "Usually, you're one of my best workers, I don't like to be disappointed with you. You understand that don't you?" I nod in response and he continues. " I want to brag about you and your work, want everyone to see what I'm seeing. Want them to know how good you are. But I can't fucking do that when you're fucking everything up. What's happening to you? Care to tell me?"
