Charlie was my coworker, and I had wanted her for years. I started fantasizing about her my first day on the job. It took about five years; we started exchanging messages and quickly came to realize we were very sexually compatible, sharing the same kinks and getting turned on by the same things. We both liked the power fantasy. I liked to be dominant, always in control. And she wanted to submit to me. Eventually, we decided to enter into an arrangement: I would be her boss, and she would be my slut. I would take care of her, buy things for her, spoil her—and she would do whatever I told her to, would be mine to use as I pleased.
It started with her giving me head after work, but as my confidence increased, and I could feel her giving in even further, wanting to do whatever she could to please me.
One day, after everyone else had gone home, I called Charlie into my office. She came in, brown hair done up in a ponytail, deep brown eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses. There was just something about her—every time I saw Charlie, if I wasn’t horny already, I got there almost immediately. She was pleasantly thick and curvy; she had big tits and wide hips and an ass I dreamed of fucking. She had been sucking my dick for a couple weeks now, and probably thought I wanted her to give me head again. I did—of course I did. But I wanted more.
“Yes, boss?”
“Shut the door,” I said. She did. “Come here.” Charlie crossed my office with a few quick, obedient steps. She walked around my desk and stopped within arm’s reach, looking expectantly at me.
I pulled her onto my lap, and she straddled me. She wasn’t wearing underwear; she never did when we were in the office together. The muscles of my groin responded at once, and I could feel the blood flowing to my cock.
“Who’s my slut?”
“I am, boss.”
“Yes. You are.” I said, meeting her gaze. I pulled her face down toward mine, and I kissed her. It was more passionate than it had any right to be. We made out for thirty seconds or a minute, tasting each other. She was running her fingers through my hair, and I was holding her the back of her neck, slowly taking control, orienting her how I wanted. As we began breathing hard, I slid my fingers from Charlie’s neck up into her hair. Her dark tresses felt clean and soft to my touch. I bit her lip, and at the same time tangled my fingers in her hair, yanking back hard.
I pulled her away from me, and I could see the defiant, lustful glint in her dark eyes. Charlie wanted to fight, to resist—but she also wanted to be used.
I gripped her hair close to the scalp. Then I leaned in close and kissed her throat, breathing down her neck before going on to bite her earlobe. “I want to fuck you,” I whispered, tickling the outside of her ear and biting it again. I dragged the skin away with my teeth before letting go. Then I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue sliding in to meet hers before moving on to her other ear. Charlie’s eyes rolled back, and I could feel her melt to my touch. “But first, you’re going to suck my dick.”
She shuddered, face flushed. “Yes, boss.”
“Good girl,” I said. I held her throat in one hand, briefly squeezing before letting go and grabbing her cheeks instead. I squeezed roughly, compressing her face as I stared into her eyes. “Get on your knees.” Still holding her face in one hand, I guided her down to the floor, letting go when she was on her knees in front of me. “Now suck my cock, slut.”
She didn’t reply or hesitate, instead unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants down far enough to expose my half-stiff cock. She pulled down my boxers, too, freeing the balls, which she tickled as she kissed the head of my dick. Then she parted her lips and sank down, taking me inch by inch into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck.” Charlie’s mouth was warm and wet, and it felt amazing sliding up and down my cock, even as she played with my balls. She came off of my dick with a little pop of suction, flicking the tip with her tongue before slowly licking her way down the shaft. She squeezed the base before opening her mouth and inhaling my balls. I felt a pleasant heat, and a sudden thrill shot through my body.
I don’t normally cum from just head, but I knew Charlie could make it happen. My dick was getting more and more sensitive as she played with it. She kept sucking my balls and began stroking, faster and faster. I could feel the pressure building; I wanted to cum. I could blow my load all over her face, spray it up her nose, into her hair, watch it dribble down her cheeks, her chin… But no—no, no, no. I didn’t want to be done yet. I took hold of her hair once more, yanking it hard as I pulled her head off of my cock. She gasped, and I could see the trails of saliva as the head of my dick came free of her lips.
“Stop,” I told her, tugging back on her hair. She might have had some control over me when my cock was in her mouth, but I quickly reestablished who was in charge. “That was very good, slut.”
“Good?” she asked, looking offended.
“Fine—it was excellent. You give the best head.” She seemed satisfied at that. “But I want more.” I spun her around and bent her over my desk. I hiked her skirt up over her hips so I could see the whole of her naked ass and lower back. She had a tattoo there that I loved, near her right hip: a little dragon, spiraling around on its own tail. My dick was throbbing; I was so hard. I pressed the head against her back and slid it slowly down toward her asshole. I traced the rim and pressed the tip into the hole, pushing just a little, barely spreading the flesh. I grabbed the lube out of my desk drawer and pressed my cock into her a little farther.
Charlie’s ass was so tight. At first, it didn’t want to give at all. I squeezed lube onto my hand, rubbing it on my cock, and I put more around the rim of her asshole. I pushed again. Once I got past the initial resistance, I slowly sank into her, and I could feel her stretching, parting as I inched forward. Her body tensed up as she accepted my cock. The lube helped, but I was going deeper than her toys would reach. Gradually, I pulled back, almost all the way out, giving her a second to recover. Then I thrust back in, faster this time. Her ass seemed to grab my cock now. It was still wonderfully tight, but my dick was able to slide more easily. Charlie let out a whimper of pleasure and began to moan as I sped up, slamming my cock into her. I used her ass like a pussy, pounding it until I could hear the clap-clap-clap of her cheeks against my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. “Oh, god.”
“Fuck yes. Take it, slut.”
“*Yes*!” she wailed. “Ohhh, fuck, oh fuck.”
I slapped her ass cheek hard enough to leave a scarlet handprint, and then again, harder. Charlie let out a little yelp after the second, so I spanked her again. Then, with a final thrust, I buried my cock to the hilt and exploded. I shuddered, my dick twitching as sticky ropes of my cum shot deep into her ass. The orgasm shook me as the cum just kept gushing from my cock. I reached forward and grabbed a clump of Charlie’s hair, pulling her up, back toward me, pushing to get even deeper as the last of my seed spilled into her. We were both breathing hard now, leaning against my desk.
We stayed in that position for about a minute, my cock in her ass, spent, gradually deflating. “Fuck,” I said, pulling out. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Good girl.”
Charlie stood, and I could see the cum seeping out of her ass before she pulled down and straightened her skirt. “Will that be all, boss?”
“For now.” I put some money on the desk. “Go and buy yourself something nice. You earned it, slut.”
She casually swept up the bills and turned to leave. “Thank you, boss.”
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