A few months ago, I took a job as a part-time secretary for a graphic designer. It was an amazing job. The work was really easy, and my boss was such a sweet, kind man. His office was in his home, so we were in close quarters. None of that bothered me. He seemed harmless. One afternoon, I was in a rush to get home. I ran out as quickly as I could, waving good-bye to the boss on my way out. I had a hot date and needed all the time I could get to prepare for it. As I was getting ready to walk out the door later that night, I realized that in my rush to get home, I had left my purse at work. I picked up the phone and tried to call my boss, but my call went unanswered. I decided just to go on over there. I figured I could just sneak in if he was gone and he would never know the difference. Once I arrived, I saw that his car was in the driveway. I started to knock on the door, but realized that it was already open. I stepped in, calling my boss’s name. I could hear strange noises coming from down the hall. I slowly walked toward the door that I knew led to his bedroom. I had never been inside, as I was told from the beginning that that room was off limits. As I got closer, I saw a slim ribbon of light from the cracked door. I walked slowly, the sounds getting louder. I took a deep breath and looked inside. I gasped at the sight that met my eyes. There was my sweet, soft-spoken boss naked. In front of him on her knees was a thin blonde woman. She was blindfolded, wearing a leash and clothes pins on her small perky tits. I could see his big palm print on her rounded ass. My eyes widened as I heard him tell her what a slut she was, screaming at her, telling her to beg for his cock. When he turned his body away from her open mouth, I got my first look at his dick. It was hard and thick with a huge purple head. I couldn’t look away from the scene in front of me. I watched him fuck her face, her pussy and ass. I listed to her moans and his screams. When he shot is load inside of her, i moaned too— a bit louder than i realized. I saw his head jerk up. I moved away from the door quickly, making way into the office to grab my purse and flee before he caught me. I crept around in the dark office, collecting my things and making my way back to the door. I ran face first into a hard, sweaty wall. “What are you doing here so late, Charlotte?” I struggled to find words to explain myself, but his hands were already moving up and down on my body. I felt his face moving close to mine, his warm breath at my ear. “I had no idea you were interested in overtime. I have a big project that could use your attention.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling my shaking hand to his cock that was already throbbing again. I knew I should resist— but I wanted to be his whore. I wanted him to look down at me the way he did her and demand that I suck his cock. I let him pull me from the office, back down the hall to his bedroom. He walked me inside the brightly lit room, his latest conquest still catching her breath. He surprised me by grabbing a big handful of my hair. He forced my head down between her legs, ordering me to eat her cream pie. As my tongue lapped at her creamy cunt, I watched him out of the corner of my eye, stroking his cock, a smirk on his lips. A shiver ran over my body. I knew I wasn’t going to make my date.
But I was going to be extra early for work in the morning.
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