It wasn't my day, for weeks already. Work had been tough for me this past month and it showed. The heavy pressure I had to endure had me fuck up the easiest tasks and I hated myself for it. Also, it didn't help that whenever my new boss wandered around on my floor and passed my door, my mind left the room with him. He was tall, over towering me at least a foot, and he looked down at me with a stare in his eyes that I would call a glimpse of hunger if I didn't know better. He's been professional with me all the way but a part of me thought that he felt the same tension I tried to ignore since I met him for the first time.
It was hardly past 10 am and it's been a day already. Stressful, busy as hell, and one of my colleagues got worked up about a task I hadn't get done fast enough just recently. My horny mood was just the tip of the iceberg and had me all kinds of confused this morning. My boss had passed my office when getting to his and he had shot me a hot look or two while strolling inside, wishing me good morning, and wandering off again.
A loud noise pulls me out of my dirty thoughts as my office door flies open and crashes against the wall, my boss filling out the doorframe just deliciously as always. The look on his face is devastating, heated at best and angry, so damn angry. He walks inside, grabs the door handle and closes the door with a loud "thud".
He walks up to my desk, hands pressed against the glassy surface while staring me down. I don't dare to say a word, my eyes wide like plates and not able to blink. "I just got an email, and I wasn't happy about the topic. Again. Any ideas what it could've been?" The sweet-ish tone in his voice sets me up. There's nothing sweet about him right now but the brat in me just can't help but show.
"Umm, I don't know. Why don't you enlighten me? What got you so worked up, huh?" I rapidly blink up at him and a fake smile curves my lips. His eyes turn into slits and his mouth shapes into an angry grin. I'm shaking inside as I try to stare back at him, fighting my inner urge to turn my gaze down.
In quick steps he rounds my desk and stands behind me, his one hand swatting everything off my desk in a fast move. I'm quivering now, squirming on my chair as he grips my shoulders in a tight squeeze. His mouth comes down to me, close to my ear and he whisper yells "That fucking mail was about you. AGAIN! You've been pissing me off, your work efforts have been lacking and I'm here to make sure you won't make that mistake again!"
I squeak but don't dare to move. He tightens his grip once again and a painful moan leaves my mouth. I've never been wetter in all my life. My panties are soaked and I'm certain he knows. His hands leave my shoulders, grab me by the arms and bend me over my now empty desk in mere seconds. A sibilant noise is the only warning I get before his belt is ripped off his jeans and gets wrapped around my neck.
His hands find the front of my blouse and the buttons spring into every corner of my office as he rips it open to press my now bare tits against the cold glass of my desk. If my moans were painful before, they're now loaded with pure pleasure. "You're not supposed to enjoy this. Remember that", he hisses into my ear before he pulls down my pants. His hands slide between my legs, exploring the wetness that's soaking my thong. It's his turn to groan now. "Look at you. Does this turn you on? You like being bent over your desk, the office packed with people just right in front of this door? Like being exposed to your boss? Good slut."
