When I showed up to work that morning, I felt like everyone was watching me. All weekend, I thought about how bold Mr. George and I were last week. I replayed my moans and his grunts and how that must've sounded to the rest of the office.
But he is the boss of all of us so nobody can say much to him.
But, they can say something to me. They stare at me while I type at my desk and roll their eyes when my phone rings because they know it's Mr. George. Lately, I've even had to eat lunch alone. After last week, my office best friend has left me for a more popular, less slutty group.
I expressed my concerns after Mr. George called me into his office that morning. I told him how everyone was looking at me, how my best friend was avoiding me, and how all my co-workers thought I was a slut.
"Well, aren't you?" Mr. George asked, amusement flickering in his brown eyes.
I was speechless, unsure of what to say next. That was not how I expected him to respond, especially after last week and how affectionate he had become with me. I thought it was the beginning of something new.
"It seems like you have forgotten your place, slut. This is not the place where you come and gossip about your friends. This is where you come to serve me." Mr. George said.
"Bend over that chair," Mr. George commanded.
I wordlessly grabbed the arm of the chair closest to me and bent over. Mr. George grabbed something out of his drawer and walked over to me. I was shaking slightly; I had no idea what he planned to do to me.
"Open your mouth." I opened my mouth wide, and suddenly, it was filled with rubber. I tried to spit whatever it was out, but Mr. George just pushed it further into my mouth until I accepted my fate and started to suck on the rubber object.
He left it in my mouth while he roughly yanked my skirt up so that my holes were exposed to him.
Master pulled the plug out of my mouth, and then I felt it circling my asshole. I whimpered as Master slowly began to push the plug into my ass. It was skinnier and longer than the ones he usually used on me. When it was fully in my ass, Master clicked a button at the top of the plug, and it started to vibrate aggressively.
"Now whore, I need you to obey me without question or hesitation. Do you understand?" Master asked me as I moaned.
"Yes, Master," I said breathlessly.
"Sit down in the chair," Master commanded, and I looked back at him in surprise. I haven't been able to use the furniture in Master's office since I signed the contract. Master gave my ass a warning slap, and I realized I'd been hesitating.
I quietly sat in the chair, and Master walked back behind his desk. The plug continued to tease my asshole.
Master sat down in his chair then said to me, "You are forbidden to speak, move, or cum. If you disobey these orders, you will regret it."
I froze in place, despite the desperate need I had to squirm against the vibrator in me. Master picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number. I furrowed my brow at him but remained still.
"Miss Deborah," Mr. George purred, his voice suddenly turning syrupy sweet from the icy tone he had earlier. My blood turned to ice, as Miss Deborah was Mr. George's secretary and my ex-office best friend, whom I was telling him about. I wanted to grab the phone from Mr. George's hand and slam it down. Why was he calling for her?
"Will you come to my office, please?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart began to pound, and my thoughts raced. Mr. Ryan was the only person who ever joined us in his office. Luckily, I was clothed this time. I could hear small footsteps approaching the door as I panicked silently.
"Hello, dear," Mr. George beamed at Deborah as she entered the office.
"Hello, Mr. George," Deborah said gleefully.
"Please, have a seat next to Alice, Miss Deborah,"
Deborah examined me from head to toe before finally taking a seat. A look of disgust was written on her soft features at the thought of being near me.
"As I am sure you know, Alice has been struggling lately and needs my extra attention," Mr. George said to Deborah as if I weren't even in the room. Deborah nodded quickly, sending another dirty look my way.
"Well, all that special attention has gone to her small, little head. I need your help, Miss Deborah, to teach Alice a lesson." Mr. George said.
"Of course, Mr. George. I'd do anything for you." Deborah purred. I rolled my eyes at her, and Mr. George shot me a warning look.
"Come here," Mr. George said to her, and Deborah strutted over to Mr. George. He stood from his chair and placed a soft, delicate kiss on Deborah's lips. Deborah moaned into my Master's mouth, and he grabbed a fistful of her red, curly hair to pull her head back. Then, he kissed her deeper.
Without my permission, my pussy began to throb. My brain hated what was happening, but my body wanted more. I couldn't look away as Master kissed Deborah so passionately it made my stomach ache.
While kissing Deborah, Mr. George started to undo the buttons of her pants. Then, he began to unzip her zipper. He started to slide her pants off her body, revealing her pale skin covered with freckles.
"Take these off," Mr. George moaned against Deborah's lips.
Without hesitation, Deborah peeled off her tight pants and threw them on the floor. Mr. George smiled at her, and I felt a knot in my stomach. He swept her into another kiss, and she wrapped her arms around him.
Mr. George's hand began to creep into the waistband of Deborah's white panties. I thought about closing my eyes, but I couldn't. I needed to watch.
I heard Deborah gasp loudly and watched Mr. George's hand move faster and faster in her underwear. I resisted the urge to squirm against the plug in me, although it was becoming nearly impossible.
