This story was written and sent in by Nerdy Slut from Cumcat. Some contacts for her and pictures below.
It was a good job, with good pay. Hours were OK too.
M boss was middle ages and overweight, but he seemed nice enough. At first.
I had been there about a week. He called me ‘girly’. Which was a bit sexist but it didn’t really bother me. Then at the end of my first week I was called into his office.
He proceeded to tell me I was a nice looking girl, but he preferred skirts shorter and tighter. And stockings not tights. I was to make sure I didn’t disappoint next week.
I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe what he had said. Afterwards I thought of a hundred bright replies. But at the time I just blushed and left. The words “Remember, you’re still on probation” ringing in my ears.
Monday morning came. I felt nervous to the point of being sick. I stood in my room in m stockings. He couldn’t know about that anyway. I picked up my normal smart office skirt. He has to right to tell me how to dress.
I glanced at my shorter skirt. I didn’t want to. I would look like a tart. It was tight too.
But I really needed this job. Perhaps I could just get through the three months’ probation. I thought. And wriggles into it.
I felt pretty conspicuous on the bus. Worried my stocking tops were showing. And got to the office. Mr Wilkins, as I had to call him, walked into the lift after me. I knew he was behind me but pretended not to notice. “Very nice” he said as the door closed, and put his hand on my arse. I froze as he helped himself to a good long squeeze. He let go and I turned. I was furious to be treated like this. But I didn’t see what I could do.
“Now lets not keep these hidden” he leered at me as he spoke. Put his hand to my top blouse button. This was too much. I went to stop him. He raised his finger and said “Aha”. I don’t know why, but I meekly dropped my hands. He undid first one, then another button, then with a long loud “mmmmMMMMMmmmm” he groped my tits. I just stood there and let him. He was still feeling my up when the lift stopped and the doors opened. There was no one there to witness my humiliation.
“After you” he said grandly and I left he lift. His hand on my arse again. It wasn’t even 9 a.m. and he had already had his hands all over me. This was going to be a long week.
“Remember Coffee at 9:30. On the dot” he said curtly as he passed my desk.
I sat with my head in my hands. I was furious. With him for treating me like this, and with me for letting him. I let 9:30 come and go. To get my own back. Then I panicked and ran to sort his coffee and take it to him. It was 9:42 when I walked through the door. He was shaking his head. Tapping his watch, sat on the edge of his desk.
“Late” he said as I set the coffee down “Let’s see if you can make that up to me”
With that, he grabbed my waist pulled me toward his and pressed his lips to mine, dropping a hand to give my arse another squeeze as he did. This was too much. He had now crossed a line.
“No!” I said firmly pushing him away.
“Well…” he said. If I wasn’t going to make it up to him, it was a disciplinary matter. He told me to shut the door. I did so. I was pretty confident that being late with coffee couldn’t be a serious disciplinary matter. I returned to him. He shifted to the corner of the desk. Before I could protest, let alone resist, he jammed his fingers into the waistband of my skirt. I wanted to resist, but I couldn’t. I was terrified he would tear my skirt right off me. Instead I pleaded.
“stop, please stop”
He didn’t he pulled me right up to him. I turned my face away this time. But that was not his plan this time. Instead f trying to kiss me, he forced me roughly over his knee. I kicked in protest as my feet came off the floor. My chest heaved, glasses fell to the floor. I pushed hard against his polished wooden desk trying not to wriggle too much against his thighs. I was getting nowhere.
“Still now” he ordered, “or this will be much worse”. I whimpered a no, relaxed my arms as I shook my head and lay submissively across his lap.
I gasped in shock as he took hold of my skirt hem and raised it to my waist.
“Good girl, you listened about the stockings….. ” he cooed.
He said he liked the black lace on my panties, they really weren’t necessary in my role, but I could wear them if they made me feel nice. I had to bite my lip to remain silent. He told me because I was my first time, and because of the stockings, he would make this easy for me. Before I could really process his words he pulled my panties roughly over my right arse cheek, baring it, so that they rode into my pussy .
I gasped, my mouth was wide open when a very sharp slap landed on my bare arse cheek. I cried out, then another then another, and another. Slaps were raining down all over one cheek. I was being spanked. Hot burning pain was building. I started jolting my body at every slap writhing this way and that vainly trying to lessen each blow.
“please stop, please. PLease no, stop it please”
I begged and pleaded. My wriggling rubbing my pussy against the crotch of my panties held tight and firm by one of his hands as the other spanked me.
He paused. “Are you ready to make it up to me now?”
“Yes Mr Wilkins Yes please” I shot back without even thinking what it might mean. I was released allowed to stand again. I slowly straightened, He put a han around my waist pushing his lips to mine. This time I did not resist. Kissed him softly back. I felt his tongue at my lips. I gulped, hen opened my mouth and let his tongue in. Let it roughly explore all around m mouth. Responding coyly when it probed at mine.
While he did this, he worked a hand up my blouse, tugging my bra away from my tit. I closed my eyes and let his tongue play with mine as he helped himself to my tit. Squeezing my nipple and making it hard. His other hand in the back of my panties squeezing at my unspanked cheek, making my panties ride against me once more. He was grinding into me. I could feel his hard cock against me. It was mortifying, but I was getting wet.
Eventually he had had his fill. He sat back and grinned.
“I’m afraid my coffee is cold now, tidy yourself up and make me a fresh one”
I readjusted my panties pulled down my skirt straitened my blouse and hurried to fix him a hot coffee without a word. As I returned to place it on his desk he looked up.
Put his hand on my arse again. “I’m glad we have an understanding about your role now” he then instructed me to book us a table for lunch at the local restaurant. It was very expensive, and exclusive. Just a table for two. Was he trying to make it up to me. I was past the point of caring. If I had been hired as a plaything secretary for a rich boss, the very least he could do was treat me. So off to lunch we went. Of course he felt me up before we left. Had his hand on my arse as I went through the door. Again at the bar. I was getting used to it. I was learning to accept it.
He told me there was an important client meeting this afternoon. He wanted e to take notes. and to use the thickest pen I had. Because this client liked to watch a pretty young girl suck on a pen. Could I do that for him?
Sure I said. He wanted me to tease suck a pen to excite a sad old client? That was nothing compared to what I had had to do this morning. I drank a little too much wine. He was all over me as we returned to the office. He was really excited in the list. He really seems to like playing with me in there and we headed to the meeting. Me, this old, greying client and Mr Wilkins. I sat to take notes. They chatted. I stared at the client, and sucked my pen. His eyes widened. I was still a bit drunk opened my mouth and ran the pen from one side of my tongue to the other and back. Eyes staring into his the whole time.
He shifted in his seat. I adjusted my glasses and gave up all pretence of innocence and sucked the pen like it was a cock. Enjoying making him squirm. Enjoying the power after my morning of humiliation. The meeting progressed. Mr Wilkins needed to speak privately I left. He soon popped out and came to speak to me.
“Very good with the pen…. a little too good” Client was pleased to sign. If I sucked him off. I was aghast. Could he be serious? But he was. Crystal clear. £50 bonus if I sucked AND SWALLOWED. Otherwise, the sack. He slapped my arse. Grinned. Said we both knew what sort of girl I was. His hand was at my back as he guided me to the office pushed me gently through the door and closed it behind me. I was alone with this aging man. Have gave a little grunting groan as he looked at me.
Conversation was too awkward. I walked up to him and knelt on the plus carpet. Smiling up I unzipped him and got him out. I went to take off my glasses but he stopped me. I shrugged, masturbated him to hardness and took him in my mouth.
I sucked him. I used all the tricks I knew. Tongue, gaging, licking. I tickled his balls. I serviced his cock for all I was worth. £50 I thought as I sucked. I wondered if, technically, I was now a whore. A prostitute. Mr Wilkins certainly treated me like one. I tasted precum, used hand and mouth together. He was close now. I was getting ready for my mouth to be filled when he pushed my head back, took himself in hand and came in my face. Spurting into my hair, over my blouse and absolutely covering my glasses. “Huh he grunted, lick’em clean” And I did so
