Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“That’s right,” he continued, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it? To be used and degraded by your boss. To have all that responsibility taken away and just focus on being a good little fuck toy.”
I couldn’t deny it. As much as I wanted to protest, to insist that this wasn’t me, I knew deep down that Stuart was right. The realization both terrified and exhilarated me.
Stuart’s grip on my hair tightened as he fucked my mouth more forcefully. “I’m going to come now,” he growled. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl. Understand?”
I nodded as best I could with his cock still in my mouth. Moments later, I felt him swell against my tongue before hot spurts of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed reflexively, struggling to take it all as Stuart held me in place.
When he finally released me, I gasped for air, a trickle of semen and saliva running down my chin. Stuart looked down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.
“Well done, Melissa,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants. “I think you’ve earned the right to discipline Mandy now. Don’t you?”
I nodded weakly, still trying to catch my breath. The taste of Stuart’s release lingered in my mouth, a lewd reminder of what had just transpired.
“Good,” Stuart continued. “You’ll take her to a punishment room this afternoon. I expect you to be firm but fair. Remember, this is about maintaining order and respect in the workplace. You can get dressed; ask Heather how to book the punishment room.”
For the first few steps toward Heather’s office, after closing the door of Stuart’s behind me, I thought I would simply vanish in a haze of hot, red embarrassment. My bottom and my pussy were both sore, though not really very painful. I had to work hard to maintain an even gait, and even harder to keep from working my jaw to ease the slight ache that lingered there.
The most difficult part of all, however, was pushing back the arousal that all of it caused. I had felt certain that the multiple orgasms Stuart had forced on me would at least stop me from feeling needy again for a week—or a day at least. Instead, I had to tell myself over and over not to think about his huge manhood and the way he had used it to master me so completely.
I had to think about Mandy, and how I would handle this tricky situation. I had to think about what I would say to Heather.
To my mild astonishment, by the time I had reached the door to the office manager’s office, I had myself under control. I wondered if something about Selecta’s unique culture, about the importance of New Modesty Blue and how openly we discussed it, meant that getting spanked and fucked by the boss in his office after lunch seemed, well, a bit like the done thing.
“Melissa?” Heather asked, when I knocked and then poked my head around her half open door. “Hi… how can I help?”
I was about to say something like, “It’s a human resources matter—can I come in?” when I saw Heather’s eyes go to her monitor screen.
“Oh, right,” she said. “Sorry, Stuart just mailed me about this. Don’t know where my brain was. Come on in and sit down and I’ll run you through the process.”
I couldn’t really tell if Heather intentionally looked away as I sat down with as small a wince as I could manage in the chair across her desk from her. The movement of her eyes seemed so precise, though, and so perfectly timed that I had to conclude it came from long-practiced skill in working with women who had probably just had their misbehaving backsides paddled. Heather gave no sign that she knew, or didn’t know, about what had occurred in Stuart’s office, but the way she had looked away seemed on balance unlikely to be random.
“So,” she said, in a very matter-of-fact voice, “what did Mandy do this time?”
To my surprise, I laughed. “Joe said she’s been in trouble before?”
“Oh,” Heather said, “you don’t know the half of it—and I’d get in trouble for telling you.”
I frowned slightly, and Heather chuckled in response.
“I know, I know. After what you’ve been through and seen, I’m sure you don’t think there’s anything like confidentiality standards here at Selecta, but as you settle in for real you’ll start to get the ethics, and even the logic, of this place.”
My frown deepened as I tried to figure out what Heather meant. What kind of ethics and logic could govern a system that involved regular paddlings, intimate inspections, and—apparently—fucking your new report over your desk and then making her kneel and suck her pussy juices off your cock?