I sigh deeply. Once again, I’ve been called to your office, and once again, I’m sure it’s for some bullshit reason. I take a second to control my anger before I knock on your office door.
“Come in.”
I open the door, and you give me a condescending smile.
“I’m sure you know why you’re here.”
I sigh again, shaking my head.
“I have no idea. Just like I had no idea the other times I was called in here.”
“Okay, then I’ll make it very clear. I’ve seen how you look at me, undressing me with your eyes. I’m a manager at this bank, not a piece of meat, and you will treat me as such!”
I stare at you in disbelief, and I can’t stop myself from chuckling.
“That’s why I’m here? Then let ME be very clear. If you don’t want me to look at you, then you shouldn’t dress like that. Tight tops showing off your breasts, short skirts hugging your ass. If you don’t want to be looked at like a piece of meat, then don’t dress like a slut.”
“You can’t talk to me like that!”
“The fuck I can’t! I’m tired of listening to you bitch and moan. I’m fucking done.”
“Yes, you sure are. I’m recording this conversation, and I’m going to get you fired for this.”
“Well, if I’m getting fired, I’m at least going to make it worth it.”
I stand up, and with anger in my eyes, I walk around your desk. You try to back away from me, but I grab you by your hair and push you against the wall.
“Let’s see if those tits are as nice as you seem to think.”
I grab your shirt, but you start clawing at my arms, trying to get free. I let go of your shirt and slap you in your face, hard.
“Stop that, you fucking cunt!”
The slap stuns you, and before you can start fighting again, I rip your shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere. Underneath, you’re wearing a white lace bra, and I see something showing through it.
“Are those piercings? You’re even sluttier than I thought.”
“Don’t call me a slut!”
You try to spit in my face, but you miss. I return the favor, but my aim is true, and my spit splatters your face.
“Shut the fuck up, cunt. You’re only making this worse for yourself.”
Just like your shirt, I rip your bra, freeing your breasts. I take a moment to look at your breasts. Perfect handfuls topped with big, dark nipples, made even more enticing by the black piercings. I take one between my fingers, caressing it gently at first, but then I pinch it hard and twist it. You whimper in pain, but that just turns me on more.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me again.” you beg with tears in your eyes.
I relax, thinking I have you right where I want you, but then you suddenly bolt for the door. I run after you, and once again I manage to grab your hair. This time, I pull it hard, throwing you to the floor. I stand over you menacingly, towering over you with my height.
“Fighting will only make this worse for you, you stupid cunt. I’m tired of your bullshit.”
I keep a foot on your chest to stop you from getting up while I unbuckle my pants. When I let them fall to the floor, my cock springs out, and it scares you. It’s thick, thicker than any you’ve seen before. As soon as I take my foot away, you try to get away, but I’m ready for it this time. I pull you to your knees by your hair, and I hold on to it to stop you from running. My cock is only inches from your face now. You try to turn away, but I give you two hard slaps. The surprise and pain makes you gasp, and I take the opportunity to push my cock into your mouth.
“Don’t even think about biting me, or I will knock every single tooth out before I fuck your dirty mouth.”
You’re not sure that I mean it, but you don’t dare to take the risk. I grab your head with both hands and start moving, pushing my cock deeper with every thrust. You have to open your mouth wide to take my thick shaft, but you willingly do it to avoid more pain. Deeper and deeper it goes, and you’re starting to panic. There’s no way you can take my cock down your throat. You start fighting, trying to push me away, scratching at my legs, but I’m too strong for you. You gag as my cock starts going down your throat, but I keep pushing, forcing it deeper. And just like that, your nose is against my stomach, all of my cock is deep inside your throat. I hold it there for a second before I pull out again. You sigh in relief, thinking it’s over, but I’m only getting started. I push again, and this time I force it all inside with one hard thrust. I start fucking your throat, slamming my cock into your mouth over and over again. Tears are streaming down your face, spit streaming from your mouth, dripping onto your tits as you keep gagging. No matter how much you struggle, you can’t stop me from relentlessly fucking your face. When I pull out and take a step back, you’re so relieved that you forget all about trying to escape.
“You have a great mouth, whore, but I want to find out what your cunt feels like.”
I drag you back to your desk and start pulling out cords from your computer. You don’t understand what I’m doing until I force your arms behind your back and tie them together with a cord.
“I’m tired of you scratching me, you fucking bitch.”
I push your upper body down onto your desk, then I force your legs apart. I use the other cords to tie your legs to the desk, keeping them spread.
“Now let’s see what you’re hiding here.”
I pull your tight skirt up, revealing your ass to me.
“Fuck! I never knew I had a thing for Indian girls, but who could resist an ass like this?”
I run my fingers across your cheeks, caressing your ass, before I give it a hard slap, leaving a big handprint on your dark skin. I realize that I can’t pull your panties of with your legs tied to the desk, so I grab a pair of scissors and cut them in half before throwing them to the side. When I run my hand up your thigh, I get the biggest surprise of my life.
“You really are a fucking slut, you’re wet.”
You shake your head, tears streaming down your face.
“No, please no.” you say with a shaky voice, sobbing between the words.
“You can’t lie to me, bitch. Your cunt is dripping!”
When you feel my cock against your swollen lips, you know it’s over. All chance of escape is gone, and this is going to happen. You close your eyes and try to pretend you’re somewhere else, but you can’t ignore the feeling of my thick, white cock slowly spreading you open. You know you should hate this, but your pussy is throbbing with lust, it’s begging to get that big cock just a little deeper. You’ve never felt this full before, my thick cock is giving you pleasure you never thought was possible.
I fuck you with long, slow strokes, determined to enjoy every second of feeling your tight, wet pussy gripping me. I spread your cheeks wide, and I watch your dark lips gripping my white cock tightly. Such a beautiful contrast. You’re whimpering, and at first I think it’s from pain, but as I start to move faster, your whimpers turn into moans. I thrust harder, and you start pushing back against me. Your body is betraying you, showing me that you want more. I grab your hips tightly as I fuck you harder, my cock slamming into you with force with every thrust. I feel you starting to tense up, as your body prepares to reach orgasm. I grab your hair and pull your head back, then I slap your ass.
“Don’t you dare cum, you fucking whore! You haven’t earned it!”
I keep fucking you, and you whimper as you fight against your orgasm. You don’t want to find out what happens if you cum without permission. You don’t want this, but it just feels so good, and you don’t know how much longer you can fight it. Just as you’re about to cum, I pull out. I walk over to your head, stroking my cock, and just as you turn your face to me, I cum. I explode all over your face, painting you with my load, marking you as mine.
“Suck it clean, whore.”
You open your mouth and I push my cock inside. You clean it with your tongue until every last drop is gone. I pull out, and without a word, I pull my pants up. I cut your hands free and leave the scissors on the desk before I walk away. Just as I’m about to walk out the door, I turn around.
“I expect to be called in here the same time next week.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/teo2m5/teaching_my_manager_a_lesson_mf_nc
Ew no. You could have a rape tag on this. Not fun