The Office Whore, The Boss’s Wife
I was staying back late to catch up on some bookwork the boss wanted finished and I’d almost got the last couple of entries done when I thought I heard a car in the yard. I knew who it was straight away. The exhaust note of her car would have been enough to tell me who had arrived but then this was a game that was played out at least once a week so she was totally expected.
“Hi Glen” she said in a seductive voice as she came into my office.
I could have almost doubled my paycheck at several other places in town but here at Rightway Industries I got a paycheck and a monthly bonus and the boss’s wife as well. And some day, if the boss kept on eating and drinking the way he was I could maybe even have the company as well … all I had to do was keep Mrs. Boss happy. So there was no way I was ever going to work anywhere else
“So what’s it to be tonight Abbey?”
“Do you think I look slutty tonight?”
I thought she looked slutty all the time but then that was half her attraction for me. For some reason a girl who looks like an absolute whore turns me on and Abbey Right always looked like an absolute whore. That’s not to say she wasn’t attractive, a shapely brunette with a cheeky smile, big tits and the firmest ass I had ever nailed would always be attractive but somehow Abbey managed to look attractive and like a total slut all at the same time.
The short tight skirt she was wearing along with the low-cut top would have been enough to get her arrested as a hooker if she had been out on the street but then Abbey never walked anywhere – not when she had a Ferrari to carry her wherever she wanted to go.
“Are you wearing panties under that skirt?” I asked. “A real slut wouldn’t be wearing any panties.
“Perhaps you should check for yourself …” she challenged.
I got up and walked around to where she was. She thought I was going to kiss her but instead I grabbed her roughly, spun her around and bent her over the desk. She squealed as I slapped her ass and pushed the skirt up over her thighs.
“You whore! You’re not wearing any panties at all.”
“A whore am I? Then you better take me like one!”
So I did. I held her down while I unbuckled my belt and got my cock hard. That didn’t take long, the sight of her cute bare ass was enough to make any man hard and horny and I had the added incentive of knowing just how good it felt deep inside her wet cunt.
“Have you fucked someone before you came here?”
I could smell the cum in her and there was the unmistakable smell of a bitch on heat.
“What do you think?” she giggled.
“You have! Who was it?”
“You don’t need to know that … Ooowwww you’re hurtin me!”
“Tell me or I’ll pull your hair even harder bitch.”
“My husband … I fucked my husband … so now claim me as yours!”
I laughed as I spread her cheeks and slammed my cock into her. My first thrust pushed her across the desk and my keyboard crashed to the floor. I dragged her back and then nailed her again.
I was fucking a cum-filled whore and claiming her as my own because it would be my cum that was the last in her. She and I both knew what that meant – I was her alpha male and the bitch was going to remember that.
Again and again I drove my cock deep into her and she clung to the desk in a desperate attempt to save herself from being pushed onto the floor. Every thrust into her produced a gasp as pleasure ripped through her body and every time I withdrew she would moan only to gasp again as I slammed back into her.
“Oh God please …”
And I cut her short with another thrust into her. She squirmed and pretended to try and get away but I grabbed her long black hair and held her as I went on fucking her. She was my bitch and I was going to make sure that I had final claim on her cunt for that night.
And then … suddenly … I changed my mind. I wanted something more public than just filling her pussy with cum. She was going to walk out of here wearing it.
I dragged her off the table and pushed her down onto her knees.
“Suck it slut!”
She obeyed as I knew she would but the slut’s heart wasn’t in it. She wasn’t swallowing enough of it so I grabbed her head in my hands and skull fucked her till she was choking and gagging.
Only when I saw the tears in her eyes did I stop fucking her throat - I probably would have gone on doing it but I was ready. So I pulled my cock out of her throat and she stroked it as it gushed hot cum all over her face.
It shot up her nose and into her mouth and ran down her chin.
“Now get out and let me get this work finished.”
She got up without a word and left. Tomorrow when she came in to visit her husband it would be as if she hardly knew me but sometime next week when I was working back she would come again … as she always did … for the excitement of office sex was an addiction we both shared