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"wow... a true female bitch author!...... hope u got it off ur system now? so u can go back to ur day job of sucking ur black bosses cock at work? writings not fer ya... stick to what you were designed for best... three holes and two boobs to pleasure a man! be good!"

I'm a little nervous as I step into my boss's office... and for once not just because of the incredible crush I have on him.

As usual he's sitting behind his desk, wearing a powder blue button-up, such a lovely contrast against his dark skin. I see he's loosened his tie, which is never a great sign. There's some clear tension in his bold, squared jaw as he regards me with those deep, dark eyes...sometimes it's so hard not to fall into them. But I can tell he's mad at me...

"Shut the door." His voice is so deep and stern, I can never help but jump to obey.

I turn around, closing the door and hoping he at least checks out my ass. It's not very big, I know, but it is tight and round and I wore this short skirt today to-

"Oh, hello," I blurt, noticing you for the first time.

Sitting in that comfy leather chair, pushed back in the corner next to the window, you don't respond just stare at me like a piece of meat. Your eyes make me uncomfortable right away.

Kinda, wish I'd worn more clothes suddenly.

I usually step right up to the line of the office dress code; short tight skirts, that show off my long legs. Sheer, suggestive blouses to make you wonder what's underneath... not that I have big breasts but a little mystery is always fun, enticing...right?

I'm not the office slut or anything...okay, so a few of the other women would accuse me of being, but I swear I'm not. I just like feeling sexy is all! Plus, it kind helps when I'm writing.

"Err...am I interrupting?" I ask turning back to my boss.

He drums his fingers on the desktop, once. The noise shudders through me.

"This is one of our highly valued readers," he says, rich brown eyes boring into me. "You may have noticed his anonymous comment. He wasn't too pleased with your last story."

"Oh, I see..." My heart picks up a bit of speed and my stomach clenches. I've never met an anonymous commenter before...I didn't expect you to be so intimidating, even just sitting there glaring at me.

I turn back to you. The look in your eyes sends a flash of cold through me, so disgusted, dismissive. I can't help but shrink back and start fidgeting with my fingernails.

"I'm sorry?" I begin to stammer. "Maybe you could tell me what you didn't like and...?"

You cut me off, looking at my boss. "Come on man, is this bitch author really the best you've got?"

My mouth snaps shut and heat floods my face. I look at him, hoping he'll back me up or something, but he just shrugs.

"I never said she was my 'best'."

You look back at me, your cruel eyes making me feel so small. "Well, I hope you got it off your system at least, cuz writing ain't for you, missy."

I stare at you in stunned silence, wanting to retort but no words will come after you've put me in my place like that. No one has ever talked to me this way. Not that I've never gotten criticism on my writing but, there's something different about this. Your words cut straight to my racing heart.

My boss stands up, moving around his desk to stand behind me. "I mostly just keep her around because she gives such phenomenal blow jobs," he says.

My stomach drops and my blood runs cold. "I don't...I...wait, what...?" I'm stammering again.

Okay, so yes, I suck my boss's Big Black Cock now and then...but NOT to keep my job! At least, I didn't think. He was always nice, and helped me out so much when I started writing here...

And he is a gorgeous hunk of a man, so naturally I'm attracted to him...I always thought it was mutual.

"Can't say I'm surprised," you grunt, rolling your eyes at me.

"Maybe I should leave," I murmur.

"Not yet," he says, big hands gripping my shoulders.

I look back at him nervously. I open my mouth to speak, not sure exactly what to say but this doesn't seem right, doesn't seem fair...

He hushes me anyway. His fingers crawl towards my neckline, then down the front of my shirt. I see you lean forward slightly, cruel eyes following his hands. My boss grabs my tits, not even a handful in his big palms. A tight squeeze sends sparks through my chest, then he snags my blouse and rips it open, buttons ricocheting across the office.

I gasp! He pulls the ruined top open, tugging it down off my shoulders. My boobs are tucked into a pink bra with yellow lace edging the cups. They heave slightly as I suck in a few shocked breaths.

You drink in the sight.

Humiliation washes over me. I can't believe this is happening. "Sir!" I start to pull away, but he just grabs my shoulders. Those big hands squeeze tight, too strong for me to go anywhere.

"Stop."

I look at you, clearly enjoying this. Clearly thinking I deserve this.

D-do I? Just because you didn't like my story...?

Big thumbs hook under my bra straps and deftly slip them off my shoulders, pulling down until the cups flip down off my boobs. Perky, full and round, with lively nipples at the tips.

You groan at the sight, leaning back and adjusting the growing bulge between your legs.

My cheeks are burning, so brightly red. My mouth hangs open, lips a scarlet O of shock. Your cruel eyes flicker upward from my naked tits, just for a moment to enjoy my humiliated expression.

Once again, I can see behind your eyes just how satisfying this must be for you. I still want to say something, some witty rebuke or...it doesn't matter, with your glare cutting through me, I know to stay silent.

"I was thinking," my boss begins, pushing me forward, "that you owe this esteemed reader an apology..."

I glance up at him. "But I already-"

"A proper apology," he cuts me off. "One where you're," he shoves me down in front of you, "kneeling."

"It's only respectful," you snicker.

Gawd but you are loving this. After having the gall to write a story you didn't like, for me to end up on my knees in front of you, with my tits out, round and quivering, shirt and bra bunched around my ribs. You're ready to prove I'm just a talentless slut.

Why are my nipples so rock hard? Must be cold in here...

Now that you're looking down on me like this, sitting in that chair like a king on his throne, I feel even smaller. Clearly in a place of subservience... Maybe you're right, maybe writings not for me, but...

Fine! I'll hang my head and just get this over with... then walk out and never fucking come back...

"I'm so sorry you didn't like-"

My boss cuts me off again. "Ah ah!" I glance over, scowling. "We want you to use your mouth to apologize...just not any words."

When I look back at you, you've already unzipped and take out you cock. My eyes pop wide open. It's so big and not even hard yet.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it takes a real man to post anonymous comments, and to put a girl like me in her place...I just wasn't prepared.

Despite everything, my mouth starts watering, staring at your massive dick. I think it's even bigger than my boss's Big Black Cock.

NOT THAT that means I want to suck it! This is obviously grossly inappropriate, and I'm ready to leave!

When you see me start to move, you lean forward and grab the back of my head! I look at you eyes wide, you see a hint of fear, you savor that hint...

Your other hand reaches forward to grab one of my tits. It's firm and warm against your palm. You feel the breath quivering through me as you start kneading the supple bulb. You thumb my stiff little nipple and enjoy the way I flinch.

"Oh don't leave," you hiss, right in my face. "Don't you want to please your reader base."

Not like this! I want to scream and slap you! But with you inches away, that cruel glare cutting straight through me, I freeze and let you continue to fondle me.

You reach up and slip that wide thumb into my mouth. "Suck."

I obey immediately, closing my lips around the digit and swirling my tongue against your knuckles. You let out a groan.

"Yeah...stick to what you were designed for." You pop the thumb out of my mouth, moving back down to rub my saliva around my sensitive nipple.

The breath catches in my throat.

"You ain't nothing but three holes and two boobs," you squeeze my breast again, tight enough to make me gasp, "to pleasure a man..." As you conclude the thought, you're leaning back in the chair and pulling me forward.

"Be good," my boss instructs.

I have no choice but to open my mouth as you guide me down onto your cock. It's so fucking big. Fine. I feel you flinch right away as I start to suckle. Warmth rushes through the shaft as it starts to swell.

This is so humiliating... having to suck a man's dick just because he didn't like a story I wrote? Is this really my life??

But... as your musky scent floods my senses, I suck a little harder. I push your legs open and scoot a little closer. My tongue flips and swirls around your shaft, warm and velvety. You're getting so hard in my mouth, spreading my jaw.

Your dick is definitely bigger than my black boss's.

My head is bobbing up and down now. My lips are soft and wet, sliding along your shaft. My hair swishing over you lap. I'm drooling and tonguing every ridge and vein of this delicious cock.

You feel so hot and hard in my mouth, I can't help but get into this...the sensation sends nerves tingling down through my chest. My nipples seem so tense, eager.

As your grip tightens on my head, tangling fingers into my hair, it sends a charge down my spine. Warmth rushes through my hips and flows between my legs.

Fuck! Why am I getting so turned on? Maybe...maybe you were right? No! It's just the moment... and I didn't expect you to be so sexy and manly.

My hips are starting to squirm on their own. I reach down with one hand to rub my pussy while I keep sucking your big delicious cock. I lean forward, bobbing faster, sucking more eagerly.

My panties are getting damp now, I press in bumping my clit and moan around your thick shaft. I hear you groan an echo and I get even wetter. There's a tension building through your hips, I must be better at this than writing...

"He said three holes," my boss cuts in suddenly, "but you're only using one..."

We both glance at him, leaning against his desk, muscular arms crossed and a bulge straining the front of his pants. He raises his eyebrows expectantly.

What can I do but nod meekly, nervously. The truth is I'm so turned on right now, primed and ready... there's just this niggling doubt in the back of my mind, that I shouldn't be enjoying this so much. Not with you!

I stand up slowly, looking back at you as I slide my skirt up. It slips over my curvy hips, rolling around my waist. I'm wearing a pair of plain pink panties...I'm the type who always makes sure my bra and panties match.

You reach up and tug them down before I can. I let out a little gasp and blush a little deeper. You take a second, enjoying the sight of a moist glistening slit beneath a cute little patch of neatly trimmed pubes. You run a thumb over my downy bush and into my wet pussy lips. You bump my clit, making me shiver and moan... you do it again to the same reaction.

You grab my hips and turn me around, I let out an embarrassed yelp. I have a little ass but it is nice and tight, pertly round. You give it grab. Give it a spank.

My boss is watching me closely, those dark eyes locked. I think I see a spark in them though, clearly enjoying the show. Something about that gives me another little charge.

You're tugging on my hips, guiding me back onto your lap. I reach down and guide your dick into my -FUCK! You're so fucking big!

I ease down onto your rock-hard member, moaning as it spreads my wet little cunt. I have to take a few deep breaths, but then start rocking back and forth. White hot tension rolls through me, flooding my chest anxiously. Your massive cock feels so good inside me. I can feel it flex and surge with every move I make, sending pulses of pleasure over my curvy little body.

"Ohhhh...fuck yes..." I let out the shuddery whimper confirming that I'm the slut you thought I was.

You smile knowingly, reaching up to cup my perky tits with both hands as I start to bounce up and down on your raging cock.

I'm moaning loud right away. You feel so good swelling so deep inside. Every time I come down it's like I can feel you in my stomach. Scintillating pressure rushes up through me. Your grip on my tits is undulating as I ride, stirring waves of arousal, my nipples flicking and aching against your palm. My pussy is soaking wet, pulsating around your thick, hard shaft. Every ridge and vein seems to find a new nerve ending in my quivering vagina.

My boss is watching every bump and grind, dark eyes glittering. My heart thumps between my breasts. I want to work a little harder for you.

I sit down all the way, my warm wet cunt sliding down your shaft, letting you fill me all the way up. Then I start swiveling my hips, twerking my little butt, gyrating on your lap. Your steel rod spirals through me, winding me like a spring. I let out a desperate moan, so close, so ready to make myself cum on your massive wonderful cock.

You push me away before I can. My knees wobble, I almost fall. I'm whimpering, whining, every inch of flesh prickling and unsatisfied. I glance back you plaintively.

You're already standing up. You reach out and shove my rolled skirt down over my hips. I take the hint, shimmying it down my legs. At the same time, I peel off my ruined blouse and my bra.

I'm completely naked now, except a pair glossy black heels...not too high, but not quite sensible for a day at the office. Geez...maybe I am the office slut?

You take a second, drinking in my tight, naked curves. My slim body is taut with anticipation, but you make me wait another minute... Isn't it so fucking satisfying having me right where you want me?

Another moment, then you lay me down on my boss's desk. We hear him chuckle as he backs off. You pull one of my legs up in the air, splaying me completely open. Watching as my puffy pink pussy lips open like a flower, wet and glistening with morning dew...so very ready for your dick.

You hold my leg and plow into me! I throw my head back and cry out. You're fucking me so hard right away. Showing me that a real man can do so much more than leave anonymous comments. I arch up on the desk, screaming as your turgid cock stretches my aching cunt. Waves of ecstasy wash over me as your quick deep thrusts speed me towards orgasm.

My boss can't take it anymore. He steps up to the desk and unleashes his Big (but not that big) Black Cock.

I immediately grab his dark shaft, guide it to my lips and start sucking. I guess this was my real job all along...you never work when you love what you do...

He's hot, sliding over my tongue as I start bobbing back and forth. I match your rhythm; sucking as you thrust in, slurping as you slide out.

My whole body is electrified. Maybe this is what I was designed for...it feels so natural, so right...so fucking good to have two delicious cocks working me back and forth. FUCK!

I'm sucking my boss, working his shaft eagerly...but your massive anonymous dick is driving me so wild, I can't stand it. I pop his dick out of my mouth and look at you, eyes wide, pleading.

"Yes...fuck, please...harder, faster!"

After wasting your time with such a terrible story it's especially satisfying to see me on my back, legs in the air, begging for your cock. You relish it a moment.

Then you start fucking me hard. Really pounding my pussy. Making me scream. Tits bouncing with every thrust. Your hips slapping against my taut little ass. My soaking wet cunt slurping and spasming around your thick rigid shaft.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!"

Then I go silent. Every curve trembles. Every muscle contracts. I clap my hands over my mouth, arching up off the desk as my pussy gushes around your tool.

I let out a scream as the orgasm peaks.

You pull out swiftly and I collapse over the desk, squirming. You and my boss switch places. You roll me over, bending over the corner of the desk. My legs hang off the back, pert little butt in the air. My boss takes up position, big hands on the curve of my hips. You grab my hair again, pulling my head back so my mouth gapes open.

You both push in at the same time. My head spins. I've never been spit-roasted like this. It's amazing!

My boss starts fucking me fast and hard. He's never one to hesitate.

You work your cock all the way into my throat. I gag and moan. You pull back. In again, deeper. Tasting my pussy all over your shaft is intoxicating. I suck you tighter, getting more and more eager.

With my boss fucking me bent over the desk, and you shoving your cock so far down my throat I can't even scream... it's not long before I go completely dick dumb. He slaps my ass, slamming into me with his Big Black Cock...forcing me to take you even further into my throat. My gagging becomes part of our rhythm. Tears spill down my flushed cheeks. My neck bulges around you, I feel the tingle of precum, slurping and drooling as you rush in and out between my lips.

I lose track of which dick is making me cum...but I shudder and moan and claw at the desk as I climax again. The tension ripples through my body and both ends clamp tight, sucking at the deliciously hard, throbbing cocks penetrating me.

Neither you or my boss can take it...and let go deep inside me. Slippery salty jizz floods my mouth, I gulp and suck, milking every delicious drop. A hot sticky torrent gushes into my womb and my guts go gooey. The sensations make me cum again.

When you both pull out, I slither off the desk and lean against the side. I hug my legs to my chest, panting and blissfully numb. I can still taste your delicious cum coating my mouth, and feel my boss's leaking out of my tingling cunt.

"She really was designed for that," you murmur, sounding a little blissed out yourself.

"Now do you see why I let the dumb bitch author keep writing?" I hear my boss say to you.

You snort a laugh. "Whatever it takes to keep those holes and tits on hand, I guess."

You guys shake hands, then you zip up and head out.

My boss walks over to me, and I look up at him wide-eyed and embarrassed. At least that's over...

"Don't get too comfortable," he says sternly. "Your story was such garbage that there's a line of highly valued, anonymous readers waiting for their apology."