I Let My Boss Have His Way With Me On His Desk

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Oh shit, fuck! Shit, sorry, oh my god. My headphones were still on, I didn't even hear you come in.

Not that you can't come in, I mean this is your office after all. I am so sorry about this, I was told you wouldn't be working today. Something about a dentist's appointment I usually would not break and enter but I thought since you'd be out of the office I could maybe use your big sturdy desk to spread out my papers.

I mean you've seen how small mine is, not that I'm complaining. It's very compact and a lovely shade of brown. Anyway, I will be heading out now.

To my desk. No, you don't have to be polite. Seriously, this was a dumb decision on my part.

You must have given your secretary the day off too because it was seriously easy to get in. I'd recommend actually using your lock next time, it's kinda why it's there. No, really, I don't want to impose.

Please do not reward my bad behavior by letting me stay. Yeah, I get that your desk is huge but not big enough for two people to work comfortably on. Where are you going? No, you are not going to use that small coffee table to do an entire day's work, it makes no sense.

Why do you even have a coffee table in your office in the first place? Yeah, I get that you're the boss but that's why you should use your big boss desk. I'm not arguing, I'm just stating facts.

Okay, you're right. I've said my piece and now I will go back to work. Back to work? At your desk? That I am grateful to use, thank you.

I'm sorry, do you happen to have the expense reports on your computer? I can't find them anywhere and I really need them to complete my paperwork. Seriously? Fuck, sorry.

My mom always said when I was growing up that I had the mouth of a sailor and the face of an angel. But I swear, I do not cuss in front of our clients. Just my boss.

Speaking of clients, did you hear that Mr. Evans called me a harlot? What does that even mean? What does that even mean? No, I know what it means.

I just mean why would he say it about me? What about me screams harlot? Is it the skirt? I know they're short, probably way too short for the workplace, but you try finding one that goes below the knee and doesn't make you look like you live on a commune.

No, I'm not going to sue you if you say something out of line. Why, what do you want to say? Oh no no, you do not get to say that and then not finish.

What do you have to say about my skirt? Does it offend you? Should I go back to my desk and cover my luxurious legs from your male gaze? Or do you like it? Do you like it when I show up to work in a short skirt? Do you like it as much as I like it when you come in with your tie askew? Your hair all messed up while I wonder whose hands were in it the night before? Or the morning of? Do you like my skirt that much? Of course that hasn't happened for a while.

No more lipstick stains on your collar. Was she your dentist appointment? She cancelled on you? Oh, don't look so surprised.

It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Nobody has three visits a month, especially not with teeth that white. It must have been pretty serious.

Your secretary always used to order two first class tickets for all of your work trips, but lately it's just been the one. You hear a lot when your desk is three feet away from hers. Also, it helps that her volume doesn't go below a nine.

Listen, I know I'm not being professional here. We passed professional when I broke into your office. Besides, I can't finish my work without those numbers anyway, and unless you want to scour through 30 pages just to find three digits that aren't even going to be asked about at the next board meeting, I'd just kick your feet up on the table and actually relax for once.

Damn, this is a comfy couch. Now I get the vision your decorator was going for. Oh, shit! Fuck! I am so sorry, I just broke your lamp.

That looks like a really nice lamp, too. Do you have a broom or anything? Of course you don't.

Well, I'll just pick up pieces as best I can then. No, I got it. I made the mess.

I can clean it up. Besides, it's lunchtime. No use calling the cleaning person while they're on their break.

I seriously am sorry. You can just take the money out of my pay to buy a replacement. Or just send me the bill or something.

How much was it? Forty? Fifty? Wow! That is a lot of money.

Wow! That is a lot of money for a lamp. Can we maybe make a payment plan? No, really.

It's my fault, so I want to make it right. Even if it takes a couple years. Seriously? I don't get you.

I really try to, but I just don't. You used to threaten to fire me over the dumbest things when I first started. Now, it's almost like you don't care anymore.

I wear a short skirt. You don't care. Jameson and I break the copy machine doing team bonding at the Christmas party and you just bought a new one and transferred him to a branch in buttfuck nowhere.

Speaking of fuck, you used to hate my colorful language, but you haven't batted an eye throughout this entire conversation. What the hell is going on with you? I mean, do you not care anymore? Am I not an embarrassment to this company? I have been pushing you for months now, urging you to do something, and you've given me nothing.

I thought maybe it was because you were getting laid, but now I'm not so sure. Are you some kind of android or something? Do you sympathize with me? Scared that if you fire me I'll call the papers or something, spread some lie about how you fucked me on your perfect leather couch?

Oh my god, is that why you have the couch? So you can bring your lady friends in here and they can live out their big boss fantasy all while you avoid doing the actual work? Go ahead.

Say something. It's very clear that you have something to get off your chest, so just fucking say it. Say how you really feel about me.

Call me a bitch. Fire me. Hell, call me a harlot, like your good friend did.

I know you've probably been holding it in for a while now. Oh, I know I'm on thin ice. Hell, I've been skating on it since I started here, but it just won't seem to break.

Are you getting pissed now? You can handle everything except for someone actually telling you the truth? Don't like when someone won't kiss your ass and call you sir? Oh, you're warning me! About what? How this is my first strike and I have two more to use up before I'm out? You gonna write me a pink slip? Send me to detention? Call my mommy and daddy? Gonna bend me over and give me a spanking? Bet you'd fucking love that.

Quick replacement for your little appointment? Okay, it's clear this conversation is pointless, so I'll just be getting back to my actual job. Even searching for useless numbers has a possibility of actually getting me somewhere.

What the fuck are you- Getting a little close there, don't you think? What do you mean you never liked my skirts? You don't like them on me? But you'd like them off? But you'd like them off? Your hand can really just slide right up there, can't it? You do know that's my ass you're cupping, right? Making a pretty good HR case right now.

Ah! Fuck! No! I will not shut the fuck up! That hurt like a bitch! Oh, real big man.

Calling me a cunt like I haven't heard that one before. Take it like a big girl? What porno did you get your lines from? You fucking ripped my skirt! Oh, we are not even now! I break your lamp so you tear apart my skirt? I break your lamp so you tear apart my skirt? You are un-fucking- Oh my god.

No, I am not wet right now. Fuck! Okay.

Yes, I am. But that should be pretty fucking obvious considering your fingers are in my panties as we speak. My boss's hand on my pussy? Rubbing me faster and faster while my head's on his desk? You did not just put them inside me.

Two of my boss's fingers are now buried inside my pussy playing me like a fucking guitar. I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum.

Just on your fingers alone. Wait. No, no.

What are you doing? Don't stop. I'm not gonna fucking beg.

I'm not your dog. Oh, god damn it! No, I'm not gonna be your good little girl so stop treating me like a needy little slut.

What the fuck do you mean I was acting like one at the Christmas party? Were you watching us on the security cameras? Is that why you came in right when I finished? You wanted to see my O-face in person? And I just thought you had the worst timing.

Did it piss you off? Watching another man make me cum like that? Judging by your dick pressed against my back it had to turn you on at least a little bit.

Did you fire Jameson just so you could maybe fuck me on company property next? Was that your little plan? Just waiting on the perfect opportunity? And then bam.

You come into work already horny from your fuck appointment cancellation and here I am sitting at your desk poised for the fucking. How could you let that go? Well, go ahead.

Show me how this plan goes. Fuck me how you clearly already have in your head and make it worth it. Because I'm not gonna give you a second round.

Because I'm not gonna give you a second round. It's one and done so let's do it. How do you want me? You're the boss, so boss me.

Tell me how you want me and I'll do it like a good little employee. Okay, on my knees I can do that. Fuck.

Now I get why you're so cocky. Oh yeah. I think I can handle it.

You wanna fuck my mouth before you fuck my pussy? Okay, sir. You got it.

Don't you dare come not before I get at least one. I want you to make me come. I want you to make me come.

I know it's wrong to ask but God do I want it so badly.