[MF] A New Position

Part one of seven! My master and I co-wrote this story so each part will alternate point of view. We hope you enjoy ;)

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Ruby:

I get into the office early, starting the coffee machine and enjoying the peace and quiet. I sit down at my desk, positioned just outside your door, and turn my computer on. Briefly, I close my eyes and remember my initial interview to be your secretary, I was so nervous sitting in the waiting room, smoothing down my skirt, and then I saw you. Your gorgeous blue eyes, and muscular frame… all my nervousness melted away as I thought about what that powerful body could do to me…

I let my thoughts drift to you and the things I wish you would do to me. Running your hands over my body, pushing me down onto my desk and taking me from behind in full view of the office. What would they think of me? Would they start to treat me like the office slut, just passing me around for personal use? 

I shudder in excitement at the thought and quickly glance around before popping an extra button at the top of my shirt and pushing my skirt up, my fingers tracing my already soaked panties, teasing myself. 

What I wouldn’t give to feel your hard cock thrusting into me, either down my throat or deep into my pussy- I’m not picky, I just want you to stretch me out and make me know exactly who is in charge. My fingers slide my panties to the side as I run my finger up my wet slit, softly rubbing my clit, so lost in thought that I don’t even hear you come up behind me until you clear your throat. 

I instantly freeze, afraid to turn around, but you grab the back of my chair and spin it for me, your eyes darkening with lust as you take in my disheveled demeanor. The opened buttons of my shirt revealing my creamy brown cleavage, fingers wet with my juices as you try to catch my eye. I finally look up, your face almost expressionless.

“My office. Now.” You turn around and walk into your office, sitting behind your solid mahogany desk. Oh, the amount of times I’ve dreamed of being tied down to that desk, being punished for a forgotten phone message or missed appointment. My thoughts start to wander as you tell me to shut the door behind me. I move to sit down but you stop me, holding up the palm of your hand before motioning me to spin slowly. 

“Now Ruby, I hired you to be my assistant and secretary, but it seems I may have given you the wrong position”, you steeple your hand as you slowly take in my body. You send shivers down my spine as you slowly drag your gaze up my body.

“Please don’t fire me,” I cry out, nervously clasping and unclasping my hands. “I-I’m so embarrassed. I promise it will never happen again, I’ll do anything to stay-”

You cut me off by raising your hand. “You didn’t let me finish, but I suppose I could take that plea under consideration. Now, I want you to strip for me. Very. Slowly”. I see you open a drawer and pull something out, your eyes never straying from mine. 

My eyes widen in surprise. “B-but sir…”

“We’re well beyond the time for feeling shy, now strip.” Your face shows no emotion, but the stern tone reverberates through my body and I feel my pussy grow wetter.

“Yes sir”, I whisper and start to unbutton my blouse as if caught in a trance. I let is slide down my arms, revealing my teal lace bra and drop my skirt, so you can see the matching panties. I stop there, hoping you’ll appreciate the view, but you motion for me to continue. I unsnap the back of my bra, carefully sliding it down my arms as my full breasts are let on display for your eyes to roam. I turn around to give you a full show as I gain confidence and fully bend over to remove my panties for you. I hear you groan as you catch a glimpse of my soaked pussy. 

I hear the creak of your chair as you get up and press your body to me, your hand coming around to choke me as you pull me against you, grinding your hard cock into my ass. You whisper in my ear what a dirty little slut I am, playing with myself in the office. Your hot breath in my ear makes my body feel electric as you continue teasing me.

I was just hoping someone would see, wasn’t I? I feel your teeth graze my skin, your hand traveling down my body, feeling every inch of me before reaching my glistening pussy but not quite touching it. 

“No, I think you wanted me to see you. Wanted me to take advantage of the situation. Well, as I said, I think I have the perfect position for you as more than my secretary – think very personal assistant. You’re going to be my little office whore, my little play toy when I need relief.” Your fingers gently drift across my skin, as your hand tightens around my throat, sending shivers down my spine

“Your only job will be to serve my every desire. Pleasing me until I am content with your service. You will always refer to me as sir and thank me for the gifts or punishments I give you. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” I reply, breathlessly, so turned on I can feel my pussy almost dripping with desire. 

“First, I think we need to break you in,” you say as you roughly push me down to my knees. I excitedly reach up to unbuckle your pants, taking out your hardening cock and looking up at you for permission to continue, already behaving like the little slut you desire. 

I moan as I lick up the length of your delicious cock before taking the head into my mouth and slowly working it deeper and deeper into me. Sucking on the tip before sliding you in and out of my hot, wet mouth, savouring your taste and feel as you pulse with need. You let me play for a few minutes before your hands knot in my hair pushing your cock into my throat until I’m choking on your thick dick. Holding me there as you relish the feeling of being so deep inside my throat, loving the contractions of my throat tightening around you. To my disappointment, you suddenly you push me off and look down at me, muttering that something is missing from his whore.

I see you rummage around your desk, coming back with a marker and what looks like a collar with a leash attached.

“If you’re going to be my little whore, you have to look the part”. Grabbing the marker, you tell me to hold still because I need to be properly marked as what I am.

After a few minutes you look down satisfied and I see the writing. I can’t help but touch myself as I read the descriptive, degrading terms decorating my body. ‘Property of Andreas’ and ‘master’s little fuck toy’ most prominent but surrounded by cum slut, cock hungry whore, worthless whore, dirty slut, cum lover. I squeeze my breasts and try to reach down and play with my clit but you slap my hand away as you attach the collar and then order me to keep sucking your cock. 

“Little whores don’t get to play until they’ve satisfied their masters”.

You moan in appreciation as you feel my tongue sliding down your cock, so I can force you in deeper. You grab your phone, taking pictures of my fall from assistant to office whore, telling me how you might have some other ways for me to be used for a greater purpose. 

I take you cock deeper and deeper into my throat, humming so you can feel the vibrations on your cock. Spit messily dripping down my throat, all my efforts focused on making you proud. Thinking about how much I just want to please you, I use my free hand to trace around your asshole, looking up at you before sliding my finger in and out of your asshole. I moan, loving the way you start to grip my hair harder, overwhelmed by pleasure before you start to tell me how close you are to cumming. How you just want to cover me and send me back to work so everyone knows what I am. 

I suck faster, using my other hand to follow my mouth, stroking your shaft as you pull away and start to cum all over me, making sure you get it in my hair and all over my breasts.

I move to grab a tissue, but you stop me.

“Whores don’t get to clean up. I want you to get dressed, but leave your bra and panties here, I don’t think you’ll be needing them today – or any day for that matter.”

As I get dressed you continue to tell me about my new role in the company, adapted just for me. I’m to be your office slut, available when ever you need me without question, just a body to be used. I’m to start dressing more provocatively, and no underwear or bras should be worn- They just get in the way. 

“Every morning you’ll write “master’s fuck toy” in big letters on your body and I’ll text you any instructions I may think of for you. It might be to send a picture, it might be a specific outfit, but you must follow the instructions, or I’ll punish you. Is that understood?

“Yes sir,” I say as I finish buttoning my shirt, seeing the cum start to leave a stain as it sticks to my chest, part of the writing still visible near my collar bone. 

“And then maybe if you’re a good little whore for me, we can see what the office thinks able your new position…”

I get butterflies at the thought of being used so blatantly. 

“Now, I want you to go back to your desk and sit with your legs wide open and think about what you’ve done.”

I smile, “thank you sir”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b2a7eq/mf_a_new_position