Demoted to Boss's Fuctoy

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The next morning I stood in my room staring at the bras in my underwear drawer and wondering if I should put one on or follow Mr. Blackwood's orders and leave it off. I decided to follow his orders. After all, he'd made it quite clear how serious he was.

I dressed in a simple white blouse that buttoned up the front, and a knee-length skirt that hugged my curves. I didn't want to appear too provocative, but I couldn't help feeling a little nervous about what the day would hold.

When I arrived at work I went straight to my desk. My desk was opposite John's. John was only 20 and hadn't been with the company long. We didn't have much in common since I was nearly 8 years older than him, so we didn't talk a great deal.

I couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered on me as I settled into my chair. His eyes homed in on my breasts, obviously noticing my lack of a bra. I glanced down and saw that my nipples were showing through the fabric and my cheeks flushed red.

I'd been at work for only twenty minutes when my desk phone began to ring. The caller id informed me it was Mr. Blackwood. I looked over at his office. The door was closed but the blinds were open giving him a good view of my desk. The glare on his office window stopped me from seeing in but I knew he was watching me.

"Hello, Mr. Blackwood," I said, lifting the receiver to my ear.

"Good morning, Dani. I'm glad to see you followed my instructions. I would so hate to have to confiscate another bra," he said, his voice smooth and silky. I felt the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck at his words. He made me feel so small.

"Yes, sir, nobody wants that," I said.

"No. Still, you seem a bit warm and uptight. Why don't you let off some steam and undo a button on your blouse?" he said.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing around the office to make sure no one was watching, before slowly reaching up to undo the top button of my blouse. I could feel John's eyes on me, and I couldn't help but wonder what he must be thinking.

"Very good. Undo another."

"Really?" I asked, my voice small and squeaky.

"Yes, really. I want you to be comfortable, Dani. And I want everyone in that office to see what a beautiful woman you are," Mr. Blackwood's voice was low and commanding.

I felt a flutter in my stomach at his words, and before I could stop myself, my fingers were undoing the second button of my blouse. I could see John's eyes widen as he watched me, but I couldn't refuse.

My breasts were thrusting against my blouse, the swell of them barely contained by the fabric. I could feel the cool air of the office against my skin and shivered a little.

"Great. Now undo another," Mr. Blackwood's voice was a low purr.

I felt my heart racing and heat spread through my body. If I undid one more button my breasts would spill right out. The blouse was having a hard time containing my d cups as it was.

"I can't do that," I said. I tried to sound firm but my voice came out mousy and feeble.

"You know the alternative," he said, meaning that I would be fired.

I slowly undid the next button of my blouse, feeling my skin burn at his praise. I gasped as my bare breasts spilled from their bindings and bounced out.

"Oh fuck," I heard John mutter opposite me. I glanced over to see him leaning forward in his chair, staring at my breasts. His face was flushed and his eyes were wide.

My face burned with humiliation as my colleague enjoyed the sight of my stiff, pink nipples. My hands were shaking, my whole body was filled with a painful kind of heat and I couldn't control myself.

"Come to my office. Leave your blouse undone." The phone went dead.

I stood, my knees trembling. John was still staring at me as I made my way across the office to Mr. Blackwood's office. I knocked on the door, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. The door swung open to reveal my boss. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, open at the neck, and black dress pants. The door closed behind me with a quiet click. He was sitting on the grey sofa and beckoned me to join him.

As I reached him he took my hand and pulled me down onto his lap. He cupped my breasts, weighing them in his hands. His fingers slid across my nipples, stiffening them further. I felt so small and vulnerable. He smiled at the look on my face.

"These look exquisite. They truly are your best asset," he said, before burying his face in my chest.

I gasped as his hot, wet lips explored my breasts. His tongue lapped my nipples, teasing them further. My whole body was on fire and I could feel myself growing damp between my legs. I ran a hand through his hair as he feasted on my breasts. He sucked a nipple between his teeth, biting down gently. I moaned my approval.

His hand slid up the inside of my thighs, stroking the skin there. His slow, gentle movements were driving me crazy. I was panting, my heart hammering in my chest. His fingers slipped beneath the tiny panel of my panties to explore my pussy. I spread my legs to give him full access, gasping as he slid a finger into me. My muscles tightened as his finger thrust in and out. He circled my clit with his thumb, drawing another moan from my lips.

"Did you like showing off for me like a good little girl?" he whispered up at me.

"Yes, sir," I said. I felt ashamed. I was a woman, not a girl. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I shouldn't have enjoyed the humiliation he'd made me feel. And yet for some reason, I did.

"I appreciate the effort you made to follow my instructions this morning. So I am going to give you a choice. You can either get on your knees and suck my cock or you can take that blouse off and return to your desk. Which will it be?" he asked, as he leaned forward and gently bit my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I didn't have to think about it. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, to taste him. I was so horny and burdened by a burning desire to see his girthy monster again.

I slid off his lap and knelt between his spread legs. I reached for his belt and began to undo it. His cock sprang free, bouncing against his stomach. Overcome with an insatiable hunger, I grasped it in my hand, feeling the smoothness of the skin. A drop of precum glistened at the tip. I bent down and began to lick it, my tongue swirling around the head. He gasped as my mouth covered his cock.

I slid my lips down his shaft and began to suck, taking as much of him as I could. His shaft swelled as I worked my mouth up and down it. His cock was hot in my mouth, the skin soft and yielding. I held the shaft in one hand and began to pump the base with my other, twisting my wrist so that my fingers could play with his balls. He shuddered at my touch.

He slid his hand beneath my chin, pulling my mouth off his cock, his cock lolling from my lips. He stood and lifted me to my feet, spun me around, and bent me over the sofa.

He unzipped my skirt and pulled it over my hips until it fell to the ground. He tore my panties off, my ass cheeks spread by the tiny thong. I heard his trousers fall to the floor and felt his cock pressed against my ass.

I gasped as I felt his cock slide into my pussy, his girth spreading me wide. I bit down on my lips, fingers digging into the fabric sofa as he gripped my hips and began to thrust into me, his cock sliding in and out of my hole. His cock was so hard, and his movements were vigorous. His thrusts became faster, his manhood rubbing against my g spot. He began to grunt and hisses of pleasure escaped from his lips each time he plunged into me.

I could feel myself building to a climax, my pussy tightening around his cock. I thrashed my head from side to side, screaming with pleasure as I felt myself on the edge of orgasm. My muscles tightened and seized as I came, my pussy throbbing around his cock. He continued to thrust into me, drawing out my orgasm until I was panting and there was a pain in my groin. I felt his cock twitch inside of me and he began to shoot his cum deep into me. He pumped his cock into me, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He collapsed against me, his hand resting on my hip. His cock slid from me, wet and sticky.

He moved away from me and I heard him retrieving his clothes and getting dressed behind me. I took a moment to steady my breathing. By the time I turned around my horniness had been replaced by shame and hurried to gather my clothes up. There was no garment missing this time, but Mr. Blackwood had ripped the band of my thong rendering it useless.

"You don't need it anyway. Now, go on. Get back to work," he said, sliding behind his desk and waking up his computer.

I pulled my skirt and blouse on quickly, doing up all of the buttons. I slumped back to my desk, red-faced and sated. I could feel cum slowly trickling down my thigh. I ignored John's stares as I resumed working.

I found it hard to concentrate after my encounter with Mr Blackwood. I spent the afternoon fantasizing about him, his huge shaft buried deep inside my pussy. I could feel my body growing hot as I pictured him thrusting into me. My computer dinged as an email from Mr. Blackwood arrived in my inbox. I gazed at the screen, a small smile crossing my face.