The Boss Diaries

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."

I nod frantically in response and he's letting out a little laugh that sends shivers over my exposed skin. He grabs a fist full of my hair and rips back my head just to begin to grind his rock hard cock against my bare ass. A whimper escapes my lips as he bites into my earlobe while one hand slaps my right ass cheek hard enough to leave a stain. "Shhhh. We don't want them to know what a bad slut you've been, do we? Quiet now," he murmurs into my ear before smacking me again, even harder this time.

My teeth grind into my bottom lip as I endure his torture. I can feel my juices run down the insides of my thighs now and my eyes roll back into my head.

"I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already so close to cumming aren't you, slut? Just you wait. You're not cumming before I tell you to, and I'm not even close to be done with your punishment. You cost me a lot of nerves already, slut, and I'm going to make you pay for it." A panicked whimper is the only response he gets as his right hand grabs the belt around my neck, pulling it tight, and his left hand ripping down his own pants and boxers before pulling my thong to the side and entering me with one hard thrust.

The breathless gasp, that would've been a scream if he wouldn't cut off my air, burned inside my lungs as he begins to fuck me in a speeded-up pace. He's girthy, deliciously long and impales me, rips me open, as he enters me merciless over and over. The belt wrapped around his fist, the other hand grabs one of my nipples and pulls it harshly. "DON'T cum." A command is shot my way when my insides cramp naturally.

I can't breathe, my lungs are aching in need but, if possible, the belt tightens even more. "I swear, your pussy gets tighter the less I'm letting you breathe. Stay still, be a good slut for me and just endure it." He switches hands and my other nipple gets tortured, pulled and pinched, just like the other.

"Please." The word is on the tip of my tongue but won't come out. Instead, I sneak a hand between my legs and touch my clit. I manage to circle around it two times before it gets ripped away and my arm gets pulled on my back.

"The fuck you just did?! You don't have permission to pleasure you. This isn't for you. This is me losing my aggression you caused me in the past weeks. This is me using you to get off and to work off some tension. And this is you fucking enduring it. Did I make myself fucking clear?" I nod in response, tears filling my eyes. My gaze falls and watches the floor beneath my desk. He grunts behind me, smacks my ass once more, causes me to jump.

His movements become rapid and just before he cums, the belt tightens once more. Spunts of his cum enter my aching pussy while he groans in satisfaction. He cums and cums and it feels like forever. A light smack on the ass, and he pulls my panties into place, pulls my pants up my ass and takes the belt off my neck. My limps are shaking, and I fall into the chair just next to me.

My eyes find his and the satisfied smile on his face almost sends me off. "Good slut. Now, back to work. Don't make me come here again," says he and turns around, leaving me alone in my office. I'm shaking, panting, stains of tears on my cheeks. My blouse is in shreds, and I can barely manage to grab my "just in case" shirt out of my desk to put it on.