Office Slut Pt 09

Monday morning came faster than I anticipated. I spent the weekend replaying my Friday night with Mr. Ryan and dreading having to look Mr. George in the eyes on Monday.

The office was just as it had been when I left. My cubicle appeared untouched, and my jacket was still hanging off my chair, just as I had left it.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting to come back to. The office completely gone? All my co-workers sobbing at my absence? I shrugged and sat down in my chair.

I looked towards Mr. George's office door, which was sealed shut. It was still early for him to come in, although the anticipation of seeing him again was hard to contain.

Whenever someone walked into the office, I jumped, expecting to see Mr. George with his square glasses and leather briefcase. But, it was never him.

As the day passed, Mr. George never came into the office, emailed, or called me. Deflated, I drove back home.

***

The next day, Mr. George texted me to come into his office immediately after I got to work. Now, I was officially worried. Mr. George usually never strayed from his regular schedule, and he's never texted me to request my presence as soon as I show up.

I hesitantly walked towards Mr. George's office door when I arrived--drawing out my steps as long as possible, trying to stall in any way possible.

As I opened the door, I immediately saw his hair. Darker than Mr. George's. Curlier, too. My breath caught in my throat. What was Mr. Ryan doing here?

"Hello, slut," Mr. George said harshly, sitting from behind his desk, and Mr. Ryan winced. "Kneel by my chair."

I walked over to Mr. George, trying to avoid eye contact with Mr. Ryan entirely. I took my position by Mr. George's side, but it didn't feel normal to return to his conversation with Mr. Ryan. "We had a deal," Mr. George said, "You can't just back out on it."

"I'm not backing out; I simply feel you are being dramatic about the situation." Mr. Ryan said casually.

"Don't forget you work for me now," Mr. George growled; he was beginning to sound angry.

"Okay, I'll do it. One more time." Mr. Ryan said, but his voice sounded distant, as if it wasn't him talking.

"I knew you'd come to your senses," Mr. George hummed, "Slut, strip and go lay on the conference table."

I blinked at Mr. George. Confused as to what was happening. I thought he'd be happy to see me after a week apart. But now, he seems hard and cold.

"Now, bitch," Mr. George barked.

I quickly began taking my dress off over my head. I unlatched my bra unceremoniously, and since Mr. George didn't allow me to wear underwear, that was all it took for me to be completely naked.

I stood up and kicked my heels off, again trying not to make eye contact with Mr. Ryan. However, my skin felt hot against their stares. I could feel them violating my body with their eyes. It felt like tiny ice icicles stabbing me slowly repeatedly.

I laid down on the conference table on my back. Mr. Ryan walked towards me, and my stomach sank. Surely, Mr. George wouldn't want this. Right?

Mr. George moved to the front of his desk and leaned against it. His face didn't reveal how he was feeling. I felt like I hated him.

Mr. Ryan looked down at his shoes as he approached me. I felt sick watching him and knew he didn't want to be doing this, either.

When he reached me, I felt his cool fingertips touch my thighs. I looked into his eyes for the first time since I walked into the office. His eyes said everything he couldn't see aloud in front of Mr. Ryan.

I hoped he could read my eyes, too. I wanted to tell him it was okay and that I wouldn't blame him. I wished with all my heart that he understood.

"Enough lingering, Ryan," Mr. George growled from behind him. Luckily, Mr. Ryan's tall body blocked Mr. George from my view when he was standing in front of me. Was Mr. Ryan doing that on purpose?

Ryan started to touch me slowly between my legs. I was wet but not soaked like I usually was. I knew he could tell the difference.

He grabbed my chin with the hand that wasn't touching my pussy and forced me to maintain eye contact with him. Looking at his eyes calmed me; it made me forget the circumstances, and I could imagine it was just Mr. Ryan and I in his room.

He smiled a bit at me like he could see what I was thinking, and his finger slipped inside me. A moan escaped me. He started fingering me faster and harder. My pussy quickly became a mess of wetness. I hoped it pleased Mr. Ryan.

Mr. Ryan started undoing his belt, and I looked away toward the wall. I felt the tip of his dick slowly begins to enter me. He was being much more gentle with me than he usually was. But, I sorta liked it.

He made me look at him again as he pushed his dick into me slowly. I felt my pussy stretch and make room for him. I loved feeling close to Mr. Ryan.

He began to pound into me with a steady rhythm. He positioned my legs so that they were on his shoulders. I shifted my feet so that they were cradling the back of his head. I hoped that Mr. George could see this display of affection.

Mr. Ryan continued to look at me. He wasn't speaking this time, and he always talks to me while he fucks me. I knew it was because he wanted to end this as soon as possible for both of us.

We knew Mr. George was punishing us for Friday night, and it was foolish of me to think I could get away with it.

Mr. Ryan plowed into me until he wordlessly came into my pussy. Luckily, I've been on birth control for years, which both Mr. Ryan and Mr. George know.

"Now, slap her," I heard Mr. George say. I shuddered and closed my eyes, awaiting the inevitable blow. Whatever Mr. George noted usually happened.

But not this time.

Mr. Ryan immediately glanced at Mr. George, whom I couldn't see. Then, he dressed himself and stormed out of the room, slamming the door as he left.

I lay on the conference table, feeling Mr. Ryan's absence as his cum dripped out of me.

Mr. George barked out a laugh and swaggered over to me. He started to stroke my cheek, and I stiffened because I was worried he was going to slap me since Mr. Ryan didn't.

"He's too soft for you, baby," Mr. George purred as he stroked my cheek.

Mr. George started to undo his belt, and he whipped out his cock. I shuddered as I felt his tip glide up and down my pussy. It felt so much different than Mr. Ryan's.

He continued to swirl Mr. Ryan's cum all over my pussy with his dick.

"Don't worry slut, you won't have to worry about Mr. Ryan anymore," Mr. George laughed. I looked away, trying to hide my expression from him. I can't let him know I care more than he already does.

He aggressively rammed his dick into me. I let out a surprised yelp. He fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. He grabbed my ankles and used them to spread my legs as wide as possible.

He was fucking me so hard that a slapping sound echoed throughout the office.

"You like this, don't you bitch?" Mr. George said, "You like your Boss fucking his cum into you, huh?"

I snapped my head to look into his eyes. He was still fucking me roughly.

"Say it," He dared me, "Say you love me fucking his cum into your dirty, whore pussy,"

I knew I had no other option, although I wish I did. "I love you fucking his cum into my dirty, whore pussy."

"Again."

And I said it again, and again, and again.

"Say my dick is the best dick you've ever had!" Mr. George roared as he fucked me.

"You're the best dick I've ever had!" I moaned. As much as I hated him currently, his dick still felt insanely good.

"Say your pussy is mine and that I am your Master." Mr. George growled.

"My pussy is yours, and you are my Master," I said.

As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. George came into me. Then, he buried his face into my shoulder. I turned to the other side and thought of where Mr. Ryan went.