“I can’t lose this job,” Lara blurted out. “I can barely pay my mortgage now!”
She was standing in front of my desk near tears.
As a department director, each week I received an automated report on internet usage for everyone under me. Most employees in 2018 are smart enough not to know they’re being tracked on their company computer. The dumb mistake they make is using the company wifi on their cell phone. I’d just handed Lara a folder stuffed full of evidence of the time she’d spent on fetish dating sites. For months I’d been following her activity. Checking out the sites she visited. Reading the messages she sent. Lara had a dirty mind. She wanted to be dominated. But so far she hadn’t gone through with it. She chatted with men. She posted sexy pics with her face cropped out. Often taken in the office. But she was just a tease. She always found an excuse not to actually meet.
I knew she needed the job. Human resources had done a background check when we hired her. She had a loft she could barely afford. On top of that, she wasn’t really qualified for her marketing job. She had a mediocre GPA from a crappy Texas community college.
Her work experience was just as unimpressive. In college she’d interned at a sports talk radio station that where the primary marketing skill she needed was looking good in short black shorts and a tight ref’s shirt with a deep-v. I’d seen the pictures on her facebook. At the time she just looked like a skinny Hispanic girl with a pretty face and nice hair.
Her body developed late. By the time she moved on to her next job she’d developed a woman’s body. Big tits. Toned thighs and ass. Sophisticated style. Gorgeous hair. And that was the only skill she needed to work as a suite hostess for the local NFL team. It was still called marketing, but the role consisted of escorting VIPs around the stadium and looking good while doing it. It’s not like she doing analytics or even promotions.
At 28 they’d let her go. The way she told it, the decision had to do with office politics. But deep down she knew as well as I did that they were looking for a younger version. That probably created to the insecurity that caused her to go to hot yoga and a spin class every single day.
Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have even gotten an interview with our company. But her best friend was the hiring manager. A butter-face blond with an extremely tight body who was willing to go the extra mile to get her friend a job.
If I fired her, Lara wouldn’t find another gig that could pay her bills. She’d have to start at the bottom and get some real world experience. Or she’d end up waiting tables at one of the local breast-aurants. All that had to be running through her mind as she stood in front of my desk quivering on her four inch heels.
She was wearing a silky, deep purple shift dress that barely came past her ass. It was brand new and looked expensive, like everything she wore. Her skin was perfectly tan. Her hair blown try and tossed over. I knew she had on lacy black panties. She’d posted a picture lifting her dress online a few hours earlier.
“It looks like you’re into some really kinky shit,” I said.
I took the folder from her hand. Found a print out that I’d already read 50 times.
“You’re my department director,” I read out loud from a roleplay fantasy. “You summon me to your office, tie me up, and stuff my wet panties in my mouth before you fuck me so I won’t make too much noise.”
Lara blushed.
“Is that a fantasy about me?”
“No,” she stammered. “It’s not about anyone really. It’s just a fantasy. A role play scenario.”
“You’ve posted a lot of fantasies. It doesn’t look like you’ve acted on them yet. Why not?”
“I haven’t met the right man,” she said quietly.
“You haven’t met the right man? Or you’re just a cock tease? Getting off on exciting men with things you’ll never do?”
“That’s not it,” she said defiantly. “My last relationship was really bad at the end. I’m just waiting for the perfect guy.”
“How long ago did it end?”
“Almost two years,” she said.
“You haven’t had sex in two years? It really sounds like you’re just a naugthy cock tease.”
“I want it to mean something!” she blurted.
“If you were teasing me like that, then I would give you a spanking.”
She just looked down at the floor. Spankings were a common them in her posts. She had to know I’d read that.
“Are you sure that fantasy isn’t about me? I am your department director. Maybe that’s why you haven’t found the right guy. Because you already have one in mind”
“That’s not true,” she said. “It’s just a power fantasy.”
“I’d be really flattered if it was me. Probably too flattered to take this folder over to the HR director. Or your manager. Or anyone else. It could just be our secret.”
Lara looked up for the first time in several minutes. She realized I wasn’t just trying to humiliate and embarrass her before I told her to pack her desk. There was another option.
“Our secret? Would you delete everything? Or keep holding it over my head?”
“Delete it,” I responded. “But you would have to be punished. You’ve been a really NAUGHTY girl.”
It was a phrase she loved to use in her posts. She got excited when men said it. On one occasion she’d responded to a man calling her naughty girl with a picture of her hand in her panties.
“Maybe a spanking would suffice,” I said.
Lara bit her lower lip. She nodded slowly. Approached my desk and put her hands on it.
I locked the door to my office. It was late in the day, but there was still no need to be foolish. I came up behind her and put my lips to her ear.
“Maybe I should stuff your panties in your mouth so you don’t cry out.”
She nodded.
“Are they wet?”
“Yes sir.”
“Lift her dress.”
She grabbed the hem and pulled it up past her ass. She held it up with one hand and kept the other on the desk for stability. Her ass was flawless. Round and toned and muscular. Barely contained in her lacy little bikini panties. I cupped my hand and gave it a rough slap. She let out a little yelp.
“Count out loud,” I said.
I trailed my hand between her legs. Her panties were drenched.
“Starting over,” I said.
I gave her a hard slap to the ass.
“One,” she grunted through clenched lips. “Two. Three. Four. Five…”
I alternated ass cheeks until she got to ten. Her ass was rosy red. Her knees were trembling. I gently cupped her bottom.
“You deserved that, didn’t you, Naughty Girl?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. Her eyes were glassy and wet.
“You took your punishement like a good girl. Now maybe you need something nice.”
She cocked her head and gave me a questioning look. I took her hand and guided it to my hard cock. She gave it a slow rub. Then nodded her head.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I want you.”
“That doesn’t sound like a Naughty Girl,” I said.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I slapped her ass harder than all the other times. She whimpered.
“I want you to fuck my pussy,” she purred. “I want your cock in my pussy. Right now.”
I started taking off my belt.
“Strip,” I growled.
She only hesistated for a second. Then she stook up and pulled her dress over her head. Her bra was expensive black lace that pushed up her big tits.
“Everything but your heels,” I commanded.
She slowly took her bra off. Her tits were impossibly perky to be so big. She slowly slid her panties down over her shoes. I snatched them from her hand. They were drenched and smelled like pussy. I grabbed her rough and bend her over the desk. She tried to prop herself with her hands, but I wrapped my belt around her wrists and cinched it tight. I stuffed her wet panties in her mouth.
I didn’t bother undressing. I liked being fully clothed with her wearing nothing but heels and bent over my desk. Her rosy red ass looked incredible. I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my big hard cock and rubbed the tip up and down her slit.
Online she’d written multiple times that she clean and on birth control. I wondered for a second if that was just part of her role play. Then I decided I didn’t care. I left my condoms in my wallet and went to work on that pussy.
Even with the gag she was a very loud moaner. I pulled her hair and she squeezed my cock tight with her cunt. I wanted to take my time, but she was impossible to resist. I went deep and hard. I wanted her to cum quick.
“You like being fucked like a naughty girl? You like being fucked like a slut on my desk?”
She just moaned and nodded her head.
“This pussy belongs to me now. I’m going to want you right here every day.”
She mumbled affirmatively through her gag.
I grabbed her hips and fucked her with everything I had. When she was close I pushed my thumb into her asshole and she exploded. I pulled out and told her to get on her knees. Her tits looked amazing. Her tight, brown body was covered in a sweat. I grabbed her head and told her to lick me clean. She happily tasted her own pussy on my cock. I started fucking her pretty mouth until I couldn’t take it any more.
At the last second I pulled out and came on her tits. She started to clean it up and I told her that wasn’t allowed. She was going to let it dry and then get dressed and leave. I took the belt off her hands and told her to wait on her knees.
Some time later she got dressed and left. Before she walked out I told her that her punishment was only a one time get out of jail free.
“If you break the company internet policy again, then there will be hell to pay.”
“I guess I’ll log on tomorrow…” she said with a smirk.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/90cckb/mmf_she_was_logging_onto_fetish_sites_at_workand