slut-problems:Getting a job in an office wasn’t something I ever pictured myself doing. But I was de
slut-problems:Getting a job in an office wasn’t something I ever pictured myself doing. But I was desperate, and the temp agency told me they could keep me working at least a few days a week with the skills that I possessed. I had lied on my application, and as I arrived at my first job I realized how out of place I looked. I had dressed in what I thought was an understated dress, but when I looked around the other women there were wearing suits. Even the other secretaries were dressed nicely and I looked like nothing more than a common whore. I was probably the only one wearing sexy underwear. I was wearing the hottest black bra and stockings under my dress, but I’d skipped the panties, like the slut I was. The men in the office noticed me right away. They walked past me to say hello and one of them even brought me some candy. I smiled to myself as they stared at me from their desks. I had the whole office by the balls and I was loving it. I sauntered to the break room and the men began to follow. One of the women rolled her eyes. “What a slut,” she said under her breath, but still loudly enough for me to hear. I simply smiled. “Amy?” I turned around. There was my boss for the day. I couldn’t remember his name. “Yes, sir. How may I help you?” I asked politely, and also like I knew what I was doing. “I need you to step into my office for a moment, please. Follow me.” “Excuse me,” I said to the men and they all smiled adoringly after me as I turned to follow the boss man to his fancy office. I noticed all the blinds were closed, and when he closed the door behind me he locked it. We were alone. I stood near his desk when he grabbed me from behind and buried his face into my neck. I felt his lips kiss my neck a few times before he whispered in my ear. “Amy. You’re the sluttiest temp I’ve ever seen. I want to fuck you. Hike up your skirt and bend over my desk for me so I can fuck that naughty, little pussy.” I guess I could have been offended, but I really wasn’t. He was pretty hot, and fucking the boss sure sounded like a lot more fun than doing actual work. Especially since I’d lied about all that office shit on my temp application. I didn’t know shit about running an office. But I knew plenty about running a dick. I hiked up my skirt, gave him a dirty look and bent over his desk. “I’m ready to offer up my temp pussy, Mr. Boss Man!” I said in a sexy, kitten voice. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said and he moved to me as he pulled his cock out, dropping his pants to the floor. “Here you go, Amy!” “Oh my God!” I said a little too loudly as he began his attack on my pussy. “Shut the fuck up bitch,” he said, slapping me as he covered my mouth with his hand while he desperately pumped away at my pussy. He made me cum so hard but I knew better than to make a sound. I let him hammer my pussy while I came silently, inwardly. The waves of pleasure were echoing through my insides, reverberating through my body until I was shaking and shuddering, my mouth gaped open and drooling with listless pleasure. He was the kind of man who knew how to take control of a woman, and he used my pussy for a long, long time, making me cum so much that I started to wonder if there was a limit, if someone could reach the end of their orgasms. There was still no end in sight and I’d already lost track of my orgasms by the time that he decided to cum. “Amy, I really hope that one of your skills is being good little cum dumpster,” he said. I didn’t say anything, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to cum in me or not. I wanted to see if he would do it, even without my consent. I remained silent as he kept pounding my flesh. “Amy. Can I cum inside of you?” he asked. I pretended to be lost in an orgasm and that’s when he did it. He went ahead and came inside of my pussy, even though he was my temporary boss and I was his temporary employee! He came right inside my pussy and when he was done he fucking laughed!“Wow, Amy! I need to use your temp service more often. You’re the most satisfying temp I’ve had yet!” “You mean you’ve fucked other temps like this?” I was shocked by this. I thought all these office women were uptight prudes.“Yeah! I mean. Isn’t that what temps are for? They never seem to know how to actually do anything clerical, so I figured they must be entertainment.” He shrugged as if this made sense to him and therefore must be true. “No, that’s not how it works,” I tried to tell him. “You’re hilarious Amy. Now go bend over my desk again. Just thinking about what a slutty, little cum dumpster you are has me horny again. I’m paying you by the hour for this. Hurry up!” he said, and I did need the money. Maybe he was right. Maybe the temp agency was a cover for a brothel. They had seemed awfully excited that I was pretty. I started to rethink my life as I bent over his desk. By the time I was cumming I had already forgotten that there was a problem. -- source link