I was so nervous to meet with my boss this afternoon. These last few weeks have not been my best. My boyfriend just broke up with me, and kicked me out of our apartment. Finding a place has been exhausting, and has taken a while. Meanwhile, I've had to move back into my parent's house. It's all been very humiliating and heartbreaking, and needless to say, it has affected my performance at work. I've shown up late, I have come totally unprepared for several meetings, and I can tell by the look on Mr. George's face that he is frustrated with me. So, when he called this meeting with me earlier this week, I wasn't totally surprised.
The day zoomed by and at 4 o'clock, I was standing in front of Mr. George's office. My hands shook as I opened the door, and Mr. George was there, sitting behind his great, big mahogany desk. He was a massive man, and he had dark, brown, chocolate hair with light brown eyes. He was older than me by a few years. He wore basic glasses that fit his face, and a suit that looked like it was tailored specifically to fit him. When he looked at me, his jaw was set firm.
"Hello, Alice. I think you know why I wanted to have this meeting with you." He said.
"Hello, Mr. George. Yes, I know my work performance has been less than desirable these past few weeks." I respond
"Less than desirable? It's been terrible! And disrespectful to your fellow coworkers and I," He stood up from his black, cushioned chair and started to pace back and forth behind it. "I've been tempted to fire you or put you on an unpaid suspension until you can pull your act together." He continued while pointing his long, veiny finger at me.
Both options sounded devastating to me. I wanted to move out of my parent's house and start figuring out my life. Ever since my boyfriend left me, my personal life has been a wreck. The only stability I have is work.
"Please," I begged. "I'll do anything you want me to. Please. Just, don't fire me."
"Considering the reasoning behind your recent decline in performance is a break up, I'm not sure there's much I can do." He scoffed at me, like I was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe. He started to wave in the direction of the door as a dismissal, and I could feel my dreams slipping away from me. Mr. George really didn't seem to care.
"Please, Mr. George, please. Let me change your mind." I said, but I was almost sobbing at him. My worst dream was coming true.
"Hmm," He said, tapping on his chin, as if he was thinking very hard. "There may be something you can do to make up for all the tardies and abscences on your record. Plus,there are also all those meetings where you humiliated yourself in front of the board." He smirked as he said the last sentence.
"I think you would make a perfect office slut for me, don't you?" He pondered. "You could be my office slut and I could simply pretend the last two months never happened."
His question took me aback, and he acted as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask me. But, Mr. George was attractive, and if he only wanted me while we we're at work...
"Yes, Mr. George." I said, before I even realized the words were coming out of my mouth. I didn't want him to have time to rethink his decision. His eyes immediately locked onto mine, and his gaze was so powerful, I didn't want to move.
"Do you know what that means?" Mr. George asked.
"Well, no. I'm not sure." I replied, honestly.
"It means when you come to work, I will be able to use you any way I want, any time I want, however I want. And all you can do is take it."
His words sank into me, and for some reason, they made my pussy start to throb. I couldn't believe that his words were turning me on. He started to smile at me, which probably means that he knows that he's making me horny.
"Okay, let's try it out. No promises yet. But, if you're a good, little slut for me, you may get to keep your job. Does that sound good?" He said in a mocking tone.
"Yes," I say.
He comes from around his desk and grabs me out of my chair and throws me on his desk, faster than I would've thought possible. My ass was facing him and he was squishing my tits against his desk with his hand.
"You always refer to me as Sir, Mr. George, or Boss. So, the correct response to my question would've been, yes, sir." He told me as he stood behind me. "For that mistake, I am going to spank you five times. But first, I need to take your skirt off."
I didn't have any time to object before he was unzipping my skirt. He pulled my skirt and my panties off together, and left them around my ankles. My pussy felt so chilled, being exposed to the cool air of the office while also being dripping wet. Suddenly, Boss started to spank me without warning me.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
I could feel my ass cheeks turn red, and my pussy just kept getting wetter. I was so embarrassed, so I desperately tried to squeeze my legs together. Boss noticed me and kicked my feet apart, so that my pussy lips were spread.
"Keep that slutty, wet pussy exposed for me, whore." He snarled.
His voice sent shivers up my spine.
