She was on her knees beneath my desk when she told me her father made her take the job. Anyone could enter the room and she’d just stay there in silence with my cock in her mouth while I talked to them, then she’d just leave through the door that took her outside instead of the main floor when I was satisfied. Appearances must be kept. “A great opportunity with a respectable member of our church” is what he said. It’s true. I am a respectable member of their church, a few of others also work for me and were very happy to know that the preacher’s daughter would join our team. She was not so happy, but has never complained and hasn’t quit. I dare to say she doesn’t aknowledged how much she enjoys it.
Her first few days I let her do her own thing, learn how the place work and get to know her coworkers. She was, well she still is, my personal assistant. She’s quite good at it, not even considering my other uses for her. She’s been flirty and joyful and people love having her around.
Anyway, after a week of her employment, right before lunch time, I summoned her to my office. “You’ve been trying to avoid being alone with me…again”, I told her. She looked down, staring at the floor. She bit her lip. Closed her eyes. “Your job is not your only duty here”, I added. She nodded. I smiled. “Let’s see what you are wearing, get closer”, I ordered her while I was sitting on my chair. She looked at me and stared for a few seconds before walking to me. I grazed her skin with my fingers through the length of her legs. She sighed. She was wearing a dress, low heels. I reached her panties. I touched her sliding my hand inside them. “Legs apart”, I told her. She was quiet, took a deep breath and obeyed. I spread her lips and touched her clit, I rubbed it for a few seconds before moving a finger along her slit. “Clean it” I lifted it near her lips. She reached for a wipe. I slapped her hand. “Clean it”, I repeated. She then took it in her mouth and licked it. “Good girl”. She remained silent. I stood up and lifted her dress just above her waist. I walked around her, groped her breasts, squeezed her butt, gave her a little spank. I moved my fingers through her hair and touched her face. It was a routine inspection we would be doing regularly.
I bent her over my desk and spanked her. Silence. I dropped my pants and took out my cock. “Some people could still be outside” were the first words out of her mouth since she entered my office. I covered myself in her wetness and pushed inside her. “Then try to be quiet, little slut”, I replied. “Yes, sir. I’ll try”, she answered with a whimper. She fixed her eyes in a flower vase in front of her as I began pounding her. I pulled her hair and moved her head so I could see her face in the mirror besides it. That day I used her. I used her as a toy. She didn’t speak again until my cum was slowly leaking from her. She just accepted what was happening to her. Each thrust she muffled anything coming out of her mouth, every time I went deeper and harder while mounting her against my desk she closed her eyes and tightened her neck. “Your cunt is so tight” I whispered in her ear. “You are my slut and my toy, my little fuckdoll” I kept going and she just took it. I felt her wetness and warmth all around my cock. I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed her hair harder. I rammed her harder. She tried to be quiet but moans and groans kept escaping her lips. I growled and stretched her from inside. I wanted to break her, to rip her in two. I needed her to feel all the shame and guilt of enjoying this, enjoying how she was my toy to use until it breaks down. I needed her to be my bitch. I can’t even say for sure that I cared if she liked it. Still she orgasmed, almost every single time. She never looked at me after it happened. I felt her muscles clenching around my cock a little before I finished inside her.
My cum was dripping out of her and I made her stay in position. Legs apart, arched back. Her hands on the desk. “You may say thank you after this” I pointed out. She glared. “Th-thank you”, the words struggled to be pronounced. I made her look in the mirror, messy hair and sweaty skin and waited. She didn’t move. I printed my hand on her asscheek and she remained there for a few minutes. “Get on your knees and clean up”, I added. “I need a rag or something” she replied while kneeling. “You have your tongue”, I said and grabbed a paddle I kept hidden in my office. She leaned down further, paused. She closed her eyes. She waited. And then she licked the floor clean. Of course I recorded it. All the videos and pictures from her come handy from time to time when she gets too sassy.
When she finished I told her to put herself together, we didn’t want people talking too much. I gave her a list of errands and things to purchase and bring to the office, some for work and some for my other uses of her. I made her read the list out loud, regular supplies for what we did, and she looked uncomfortable when she got to the part of the sex shop and the lingerie store. I told her to leave and come back as soon as possible and to get herself something else to eat besides cum from the floor. She turned bright red. I told her she should wear something from that list next monday and that I would check. On saturday she could rest unless told otherwise and that I expected a joyful greeting before or after service on sunday. She accepted.
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