Secret SlutI’m not in the best position when it comes to money. I work at a company with the typical cube offices. I’m efficient and quick, so I tend to finish my work early and stay late, for the hours, and other reasons. I don’t have wifi at my apartment, and even if I did, I room with three other people. There’s no way I can watch porn there without getting caught.Late one Friday night, I stayed late. “Finishing up some paperwork,” I smiled sheepishly at my boss, fiddling with my pencil.Mr. Roy Kenderson mimicked my smile, leaning up against my cube office wall. “Don’t work too hard, then. I’m going to head home.” It wasn’t lost on me that he was staring hard at my full, red lips with his dark green eyes. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive, Mr. Kenderson is as sexy as they come. He had a good ten years on my twenty, giving him an air of maturity and a sexy edge. Older men are always hotter. Tall, and broad shouldered with some muscle, he really looked good in a gray suit. And by how he winked, I think he knew it.Watching him walk away, I could felt a little turned on by how he looked at me. Shaking my head, I ran my pale hands through my dark, black waves, and adjusted my dark red blouse. Biting my full, bottom lip, I darted a few glances around to double check that I was alone. I fulled up one of my favorite porn sites, full of rough sex and gang bangs. I found a really good porn, a seductive man trying to convince an innocent woman to go on a date with him. When she says no, he rips off her shirt and gropes her, biting her ear. Tearing her lacy bra in half, he sucks on her breasts, shoving her up against the wall and grinding his erection into her as she struggles.“Fuck,” I whisper, my hand going to my panties through my short black skirt. I rub at myself through the thin, damp cloth. “Oh my god,” I moan quietly. I teased myself, slipping a finger in, but just a tip. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes at the pleasure.“What do we have hear?” A cool, pleased voice said in my ear.I gasped, freezing in fear. “I-I, um-”“I know what you were doing, you slut.” He grabbed my chair, spinning me around, revealing my hand poking inside my underwear with my legs spread slightly so I could pleasure myself. He put both hands on the arms of my black chair, looking me in the eye with all the power in the world. \ “Staying late, just about every night. Cramming your curves into tight clothes, strutting around the office like a little good girl, innocent, like you’re wholesome. But you know what?” He leaned in, ignoring my paralyzed fear and embarrassment as he put his lips to my ear. “You’re just a secret slut. You want to be fucked like that girl in that porn, Rachel? Do you?”“Mr. Kenderson, I-”“Shut up, slut,” he growled. The girl in the porn let out a scream and a loud “No!” Mr. Kenderson groaned in my ear, watching the computer behind me. “Damn, that’s hot. He’s fucking her now, Rachel. Ripped her panties in half and fucking her like the whore she is, right up against the wall.”“Mr. Kenderson, please don’t fire me. I need the money,” I begged, eyes swimming. “I barely make rent with three roommates as it is. I can’t lose this job, please.”“You know, I like it when you beg.” He murmured dangerously. “In fact … I fucking love it.”“Please. Please don’t fire me.” A little tear slipped from my eye. “I can’t lose this job. Please.” “Mmm,” he said, it reverbrating into my ear as he started to kiss my cheek.“What-what are you doing?” I stammered, moving away.He yanked the chair closer to me, growling out in anger that I tried to get away. “What the fuck do you think, slut? You want the job, but I caught you doing something that could cost you it. I’m your boss. I have to keep you in line, don’t I? Little sluts need to be punished. And now … now you’re my little slut, Rachel.”“Mr. Kenderson-”“How wet are you, Rachel?” He interrupted, looking me in the eye. “Maybe I should check.” He snatched my hand from my panties, dragging it up to his mouth as I tried to drag it back. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he flicked his tongue out, tasting the finger I’d used to pleasure myself. “Just what I thought. Delicious.” Slipping the finger into his mouth, I felt his warm tongue on me as he sucked lightly.I gasped, mesmerized and afraid. I can’t lose this job. I barely have enough dough to get groceries. If I’m out of the job, I’m starving and on the streets. But I can’t do what he’s asking. I’m ten years younger than him! He’s my boss! “Please, sir. Please don’t do this. I’ll stay longer, get here earlier, work harder–”“You bet your sweet ass you’re going to work harder. Are you soaked?” He asked me, throwing my hand from his soft lips. “You better be.” He stood up, reminding me how tall and big he is. My eyes widened as I noticed the bulge in his suit pants, growing as he slid his hand out to rub it, staring hard at my underwear. “Take them off,” he growled. “I-I can’t–”“TAKE THEM OFF, NOW!” He shouted, then dropped his voice. “Or are you going to make me do it?” “Mr. Kenderson, this is inappropriate, I can’t–” He lost it, lunging at me, grabbing me by the arm and jerking me up so that I stood. His big hands slid over my full ass, cupping them, massaging them, pressing me up against his growing erection. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time, Rachel. Ever since I hired you, I’ve wanted to make you scream my name. I’ve wanted to make you cum on my cock,” he chuckled in my ear. “Now, you don’t have a choice.”I struggled in his arms, trying to get away, but he just shoved me against my desk. “Trying to fight? How cute.” “Please! Please stop!” I cried out.Ignoring me, he picked up my legs, setting me on the desk. Swiftly, he grabbed my hands and gripped them so hard it hurt. With sharp, determined eyes, he stilled me. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, Rachel. Whether you want it or not, I’m going to make you fucking cum. You’re going to be begging me for me to screw you, like a bitch in heat. I know your secret, now, Rachel. This stuff gets you off. Well, it gets me off to. So keep begging me. Beg me to stop. The more you do, the harder I’m going to fuck you.” Quickly, before I could react, he reached under my skirt and ripped my panties off. Throwing them across the room, he slid his hand up my skirt. “Fucking soaked. You love it, don’t you? You love being treated like a dirty slut. Say it. Say you love it.”I swallowed my scream, my terror, and whispered. “I … I love it.”“Louder. Say it fucking louder.” He rubbed at my pussy, slick with arousal. His big fingers rubbed at my clit. Mr. Kenderson didn’t take his eyes off me my face.“I love being treated like a dirty slut,” I said louder, breathing heavy. It felt so good, having his big hand between my legs, but so wrong. “Please, please stop. Please, we can’t do this–”“What. Did. I. Say.” He growled menacingly. I gulped. “I said that I’m going to fuck you however I want. Whenever. You’re mine now, Rachel. You’re my little slut. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer, and to force one out, he rubbed at my clit faster as he growled. “AREN’T YOU?!”“Yes! Yes, yes!” I shouted out, trying not to lose control and cum. I can’t. It’s so wrong, he’s raping me, I shouldn’t be enjoying it! “Let’s see how wet I can get you,” he snarled. Mr. Kenderson dropped down, jerking my legs up against him, over his shoulders before he shoved my skirt over my hips. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he held me in place as he sucked on my clit. He ran his tongue over it in his mouth, sucking on it, moaning against it. I bucked, trying to get away, but his strong arms held me in place. “Please, please, please stop! Please, Mr.Kenderson, please–”He sped his tongue up on my clit, rapidly licking. I felt the need to cum, powerful against his big tongue and skill as he sucked. I tried to move away, but his grip only grew tighter as he pulled his lips away from my pussy. “Not yet, slut. You cum when I say.” Standing, he thrust two fingers into my pussy, before slipping them in and out, rapidly. “You like that, baby? You like that?” He asked urgently. “Answer me!”“Yes, yes!” I cried out, trying to get away. His fingers slid into my long hair, gripping it by the roots in pain. Every time I moved, it burned with agony, while my pussy pulsed in pleasure. It was so easy for him to thrust his fingers into me since he had me dripping. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? How long have you been touching yourself in this office? Filthy whore,” he sneered. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve stroked my cock in my office, watching you walk away? How many times I came, imagining the look on your slut face as I screwed you?” God, I hate it, but it only made me wetter. I started moaning, the build up of an orgasm starting. He ripped his fingers from my pussy, shoving them into my parted lips. “Suck it, bitch. Practice,” he snarled. I started to bite down, but his glare made me freeze in complete terror. “Bite down, and I’ll rip your ass in two.” Whimpering, I sucked lightly. His eyes closed as he tipped his head back slightly, moaning in the back of his throat. “That’s it, baby. Harder. Suck harder. Good girl. Gooood girl,” he cooed. “Good practice.” Suddenly, he snatched me by the front of my blouse, popping the buttons off as he lusted at my red lacy bra. “Fuck, Rachel.” Hands on my shoulders, he shoved my down to my knees as me leaned his firm butt against the desk. “Take out my cock.” “What?” “Take. Out. My. Cock.” He ordered, eyes flashing. Hesitant, I reached out for his suit’s button. He moved, making my hand slide down to his cock. He hissed through his teeth in pleasure. “Unzip them.”“Please, I can’t–”“Do you want to keep your job?” He snapped. “Then be a good slut and unzip my pants.”Cowed, I did as he said, revealing silky black boxers with a hard erection stressing the fabric. “Good girl,” he growled. “Take it out.” Sliding his boxer’s elastic down, I gulped down fear at the large, member. It was thick and hard as a rock. “You know what to do,” he said, staring at my face. Wide eyed, nervous, and lips parted, I stroked it. Mr. Kenderson’s body tensed up. It was smooth and hot in my hand, moving my small, soft hand up and down the length of it. I must have been too slow, because his hand shot out and grabbed onto mine, guiding it down and up with an new urgency. “Ahh,” he moaned. “Good girl. Come on, baby. Suck it.”The idea revolted me, but I figured if I sucked him off, he wouldn’t rape me. Still, I was uncertain. His eyes opened, glaring down at me. “Suck my cock, slut. Suck it, or you’re fired.”With a shaky breath, I put the tip of my red painted lips on his cock. I sucked it lightly.“Swirl your tongue on it,” he ordered, a little breathless as he watched. I did as he said, spinning my tongue over the tip, something salty spurting into my mouth. “Suck it all.” Scared, I went down the length as far as I could. Turns out, that ended up being about half of it. Impatient, he grabbed both sides of my head and thrusted up into my mouth, shoving it deep into my mouth until my lips met the base of his shaft. I gagged, but he moaned. “Oh yeeeah, baby, that’s it. That’s it. Take it all,” he cooed. “God yes, such a good girl. Such a good girl. Suck on it, bitch. Come on now, suck on it. Look up at me, bitch. I want to see those brown eyes. Fuck yes, beautiful. Stunning. God, so fucking sexy.”I tried to suck, but I couldn’t. In a new fury, he arched his back and pumped his hard dick into my wet mouth. It hurt, but it didn’t stop him. He threw his head back and moaned, drilling into my face so much that his pants began to slip down his waist. Mr. Kenderson bucked his thick dick into me, over and over, pulling all the way out and then slamming back in, forcing my head to hold still, even as I pushed at his muscled thighs to try to repel him away.Finally, when I felt like I could pass out, he jerked away with a pop. Surprised, I looked at him, stunned and probably ridiculous. Lipstick smeared, eyes red and saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth. He chuckled darkly, sliding his hand up and down his now wet cock, flicking his eyes from my bra to my face. “What? Did you think I’d cum down your throat, spare you of having my chance to fuck your brains out?” God, I wanted to cry. “Please. I’ll hold still, I’ll suck your cock, just please don’t-”“Rape you?” He smirked, his handsome face twisting in a leer. “Baby, you’ll love it. Take off your bra. Now.”I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be exposed to him anymore than I already was. It’s already so humiliating, his tongue has lapped at my soaked pussy, his thick fingers invaded my fuck hole, and now my throat was sore from his cock. Mr. Kenderson’s eyes narrowed, still pumping is long cock in one hand. “Are you going to take off you bra, or am I going to have to do it? Frankly, I don’t give a damn.”I croaked, trying to get something out, but he lunged at me, throwing my back onto the floor as he tore my bra in half. “Shame. Was such a nice bra,” he snarled, devouring my breasts with his eyes. They were B’s, but full and pale. “Not bad.” His cock nestled between my legs, I felt it’s heat as it bumped up against my pussy as he kissed my neck. “Scared, sweetheart? Afraid?” His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing. Pinching. Twisting. “Yes,” I whimpered, starting to buck to get him off me. His hot hand grabbed both of my hands, pinning them above my head. “Good.” Grinding his bare cock against my clit, I gasped. “Like it?”“Yes,” I confessed.“Say: ‘yes, sir.’ ““Yes, sir,” I said quietly, eyes filling. “Good girl. Good little slut.” Still pinching my wrists together, he slid down my body to take a nipple into his mouth. Spinning his tongue onto it, he sucked it into his mouth, biting lightly. He did the same thing to the other one, leaving teeth marks. He rose up, towering over me. I looked up in fear as he smiled. “Please! Please, no, please! Please don’t–” His big hands planted on both sides of my thighs, pulling them apart and holding them in place. Angling his tip at the door of my pussy, he slid the tip in. “Please stop.”Lightly, he fucked me, just an inch in. “Want more, bitch?”“No!” I screamed, trying to get away, arching my back. He grabbed my legs, throwing them over his shoulder and bending down carefully, so he didn’t slide any more of his cock into me. My knees pressed up against my chest, squishing my tits together. He stared, aroused, licking his lips at the view. “Beg for me to fuck you.”“Please stop,” I whispered, searching for his eyes. When they met me, I saw an animal of pure lust that couldn’t be resisted. “Beg. Me. Beg me to fuck you.” His voice was hard, and he slowly pumped the little bit of his cock in and out of me. “Beg for it.”“Please,” I said softly, lost. “Please fuck me.”Shoving his cock deep into me, I gasped and arched my back. “Oh., fuck!” I shouted.“Scream for me, baby. Come on, scream,” he growled, pumping into my faster. I moaned out loud, making him climb on top of me to access me better. Knees on both sides of my ass, arms gripping my legs, and face above mine, he humped into me, getting deep into my soaked pussy. “God, so fucking hot. So fucking tight. Such a little slut, twisted, fucked on the floor. You like it, you love my big cock inside your little pussy, don’t you, bitch?”“I love it,” I cried out, sliding on the floor by the strength of his thrusts. “Good girl, good girl,” he started faster, fucking me like an animal, slamming his hips into me so hard that I screamed out.“Mr. Kenderson!” I cried out, closing my eyes, feeling his gaze intensely staring at me as he fucked me, roughly. “You need my cock in you, don’t you. You need me to fuck you like the little slut you are,” he growled, furiously shoving into me, in and out. “Like it, don’t you?”“I love it! Fuck me harder,” I gasped.Then he slowed. My eyes opened, a whimper at the back of my throat when I saw him glare down at me. He whispered, slowly pumping into me, agonizing. “Let’s get this straight. You’re mine. You hear me? You. Are. Mine. My little slut, my little play thing. I get to fuck you however I want. Slow, fast, hard, or easy. You don’t tell me what to do. You beg.”“Please,” I begged, scared by the edge in his voice. “Please.”“That’s better.” He resumed his fast pace with a large grin. Slapping my ass, then grabbing it roughly, he held my eyes as I moaned in pleasure. His cock thrusted so deep inside me that I screamed. “God, yes! Fucking scream for me,” he growled, more aggressive. His thrusts became more painful, more vicious. “Cum for me. Cum for me, Rachel. Be a good girl and come for me.” He ordered, slapping his big hand on my ass as he pounded away into my clenched pussy.I screamed out, loudly, making his thrusts more frantic as I splintered off into a mind blowing orgasm, even as my brain shrieked for me not to. He throbbed deep inside me as he watched my face, passionately fucking me before letting loose like a wild animal.“Fucking slut, fucking little whore!” He shouted, cumming deep inside my tight pussy. He didn’t slow down until he had emptied all of his cum, and even then, he stayed inside me. A lazy, arrogant smirk on his lips, he kissed my stunned face. “You’re a good fuck, Rachel. I’ll keep that in mind next month. I’ll be promoting you to my personal secretary.” Pulling out of me, he stood, leaving me on the floor, full of his cum and ashamed. Winking at me, just like he had earlier, he hiked up his suit pants and zipped them up. “See you tomorrow, slut.”
