I spent my last day in the office on my knees![FM]

So, okay not just on my knees, I was also on my back and even got to stand up once or twice, but that was mainly to be bent over the desk. Really, I spent most of my last day in the office being fucked, that’s the important detail. I got very little work done but did finish a lot of jobs.

So, I’ve mentioned I’m fucking my boss and he has this school uniform fetish that he let slip at the weekend. So knowing it was only going to be the two of us in I wanted to really really play up to it. I knew I could get more slutty than usual and fully took advantage of the situation. He’s already made it super clear that today I’m gettig fucked, a lot, so I might as well give him something to enjoy. I woke up so early to get ready and poured so much effort into every little detail. As I said, we were supposed to be alone so I didn’t mind really going for it. I’m quite new to the sluthood so anything a little public still makes me nervous. Short pinafore skirt, thigh high socks, my hair in plaited pig tails and heels that screamed fuck me. I wanted to look good. I wanted to make my self up and look presentable then be degraded and cum covered. Before I left I considered just taking it all off and throwing my long coat over it but I think I’ll save that or you know wait until I have the courage for it!

I snuck in round the back door to avoid the street, I wasn’t quite ready for the world to see me like this but the cleaner (who I didn’t know was going to be there) certainly got a look. I wish I hadn’t been so nervous, so I could have flashed him or anything but instead I just sort of ran away to the office. My heart racing. Like this was supposed to still be a secret. I mean he only saw me looking like a slut not acting like one just yet.

I sit at my desk and wait for my boss to get in, the cleaner knocks on the door (he’s never done that before) and comes in, cleans around the office (he barely does that either!) and I can feel his eyes on me. My blouse is low, my tits half out of it, and I can feel him staring. I’m just thinking of all the slutty things I could do but totally chicken out! (I need all of your help to break this barrier!). He eventually leaves, after some really thorough cleaning. I can’t help it. I slip my hand down my skirt, and start one handed to toy with myself as he’s finishing up. I just needed him to make the first move and that would have been it but he didn’t.

Finally my boss arrives. He’d text me Monday saying “We’d have to discuss my behaviour.” After he played with me in the office when I was being a dumb little cock tease. The whole thing that’s shocked me about this is like how willing he is to meet my teasing. So looking like this I know I’m gonna get in some serious trouble. I cannot wait for it!

I wanted him to find me in a compromising position. It was a toss up between being sat on his desk or rifling through the bottom draw of a cabinet. Luckily we have just the one, pointed towards the door into the office. So I’m bent at the waist going through it when the door opens. He doesn’t say anything before his hands are on me, dragging me by my head to the meeting table in the middle of the room throws me over it and starts spanking me, hard, with his hand. He’s angry “Who did I think I was going through those files, hiding more photocopies of my tits, when will I learn my lesson, I had to be punished.” I’m trying to subtly move so I can line my arse up with his cock and rub my hips up and down but he just keeps putting me back. So he spanks me harder. It’s like my punishment is going to be not being fucked. Which would be truly devestating. This lasts all of twenty minutes before he pulls me back off the table and down onto my knees. He pulls me about by the pig tails rubbing me against his crotch, his cock is rock solid, the tugs hurt so I can’t help at let out little yelps mixed in with a moan. He slaps my face and asks why I haven’t got his cock out yet. I fumble so much with his belt that he has to slap me again. When I finally get his cock out its like what am I supposed to do? Not deepthroat him? He lets me do that myself for like no time at all before he starts skull fucking me. I’m sort of regretting the pig tails, taking cock this deep is making me gag but being used how I’ve wanted him to use me is having other affects and I manage to ignore it until he cums, pulling out as he does so, so my face is covered, as well as some on my clothes. I swallow what I can and he’s slapping his cock across my face. He knows I want more and decides I have to wait.

He sits down at the meeting table. I’m super confused. He has the HR paper work with him for a disciplinary. He’s actually writing me up like being an office slut wasn’t totally his idea. He’s written reports on my behaviour about the last week and a half, my change in attitude, different things I’ve done “affermitive” actions he’s had to take. It’s soo weird. At one point I went to sit on a chair and he just said no and pointed down to the floor. And he just ends with “So what do you think needs to be done about this Alice?” and like I know I’m going to have to say it. He’s just described me as a cock hungry slut who lets her dirty mind get in the way of work. “Alice?”

“I should be punished.” And i just get up onto his lap. Once again awkwardly fumble with his belt, pull that off completely I want him to use it. Manage to pull out his cock and like honestly the man has some serious stamina because he’s hard and he just pushes into me and I bounce like my job depends on it. Like I have never ridden someone this hard before and it feels good to be fucked this rough. I don’t care if the cleaner hears. We mainly keep this fucking to the middle of the room, me riding, then pushed onto my back across the desk, then for him to flip me over to finish. He seems to like fucking me from behind best. Especially with one hand grabbing my hip and the other pulling my head back to create that back arch.

The day begins with this positive start and before lunch times he’s coming up with plenty of ways in which I could be appropriately punished. Fucked whilst being photocopied was a personal favourite of mine and I keep looking at the images. At some point his belt ends up around my neck and I’m being choked and blinded by the copier light as he cums for the third time in the day. I’ve been orgasming on his cock so much from the loss of air that I lost count.

Then he sends me out for lunch and I’m so cock dumb at this point that I don’t care. I don’t care who sees that my hairs out of place, that my makeup is smudged or that this pretty little skirt has cum stains down it. So I go and get us this late lunch. The only real embarrassment hit was when I was waiting in line at the nice little take away place and I could feel the cum dripping down my leg but whatever right, I earnt it? And so we get lunch which we eat like civilised people at the desk. My knees are fucking red too, like they’re hidden by the socks but I can feel how red they are. He’s sat there pouring over this file he’s put together of my slutty behaviour and like really getting into it. It’s the weirdest turn on. Like I love bureaucracy but I didn’t think this is what it meant to get fucked by it.

I’m still dressed at this point, like it’s not as smart as it was when I left the house but it’s all still on, and wondering if he’s enjoying the look a little too much but I don’t think much of it. If he wants to get cum on my clothes I’m happy to make him cum on my clothes. Towards the end of lunch I bring my knees up and start playing with myself, he doesn’t notice for a second or at least pretends not to. So I ramp it up. Moaning. Really finger fucking myself. Before he finally caves and stands up. “See Alice this is what we’re talking about!” And he’s behind me and his hand is wrapped around my throat and he’s squeezing. So I lean into it. Moan louded. Fuck myself harder. He grabs my hand and pulls it off, letting go he starts these really hard slaps down onto my pussy and I’m just trying to find his cock, rubbing it over his trousers. His grip gets tighter. I never thought he was this kinky or rough or like dominiating but I’ve become an absolutely slut for it. I’m crying and my make up is running and he just keeps going and I moan and moan and then thank him. His cock is hard and I’m once again bent over the desk getting fucked and he makes me read the reports he’s written. Out loud. That scene from the secretary I was told to send him clearly worked. And this is it this is the hardest he’s ever fucked me and has so far because he fucking went to town, he’s given up on me reading and stuffed my mouth with the panties I’d hidden in his pocket days ago. And I’m crying again but like good slutty tears and I’m enjoying myself too much, I think I’m going to need a break before he does. It’s like he’s a machine.

Afterwards I have to write up the day. Like he wants it for his report. I have to use objectional language and detail as much as I can remember. There’s a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge and I just opened one. It’s what I wanted. So I start writing this report. Having to save it to the right place on the shared drive (it’s deep in personel files that a select group of people can see and nobody should go to unless they have to.) In there are all the documents he’s printed as well as the scans of the photocopies I made for him. He makes me scan in the images from earlier. He just heads up to the another office because he has some work to do and I should be alone to write this.

I ended up too drunk to go home. I couldn’t drive. I’ve slept at the office before. He’s totally saying no to taking me to his new place (which I’m starting to think is a lie). So I just sleep over in the office. Strip down, I haven’t got a change of clothes but I don’t want to wear the same clothes to bed. And just snuggle up in my chair after he leaves.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o225iz/i_spent_my_last_day_in_the_office_on_my_kneesfm