The Discordant Opposition Journal Issue 7 - File 5
:The Boss:
by Anon
NB: This is a story - a work of fiction - submitted by a member of staff who wishes to remain nameless. I urge anyone with a weak heart or who is easily offended not to read it, but anyone with a sense of adventure... enjoy !
It had been a hard day at the office and as always around clocking off time, Emma was almost asleep at her desk. But it was Friday so she knew that the weekend was on its way and before long she could let her hair down and enjoy herself a little. She was just about to start to get her things together so she could head off when she heard her name being called.
"Emma, could you come into my office for a moment please?"
Emma turned and replied with a simple "Yes Mr Jones". Emma quickly fixed her hair, stood and while smoothing out her skirt, made her way to her boss's office. She had come to work dressed like she always dressed, respectably. A knee-length black skirt and a sheer black blouse. Emma was short and had always considered herself petite in the most feminine way. Her shoulder length hair was straight and a rich shade of dark brown.
"Take a seat" was her boss's opening commandment. It was well known that Mr Jones was a firm ruler who never accepted second best and Emma sensed she was in for a firm giving out, but took her prompt and sat down dutifully. She got the impression that as she crossed her legs Jones had watched them intently, but couldn't be sure.
"What was the idea with your last report?" he demanded in a stern but quiet voice.
"Eh.. I thought it was fine Sir."
"It was FULL of misspellings, errors and blatant mistakes."
"Well Sir, I'm terribly sorry. I'll redo it straight away." Emma didn't want to have to work over-time on a Friday evening but whatever was needed to get the Boss off her back.
"That really isn't going to be good enough", he paused, "perhaps this is the last straw Emma."
Silence filled the small office for a moment as his words sunk in. Emma needed this job, it paid well and despite that she enjoyed the work and had friends in the office. "Sir..."
"Emma" Jones broke in, "clear out your desk I don't want to see you in here on Monday." And with that Jones turned away from Emma and started typing on his computer.
Emma was speechless for a moment, how could this come about she had been a good employee in her eyes for the 4 months she had worked there. This was a sudden and swift change in the situation and of all days she was too tired to have to handle being fired. Her mind raced...
"Please Sir, is there anything I can do ? I'll fix the report please Sir." She pleaded but was meet with a wall of silence as her ex-boss simply ignored her. And beginning to stand up Emma remembered Jones glance at her crossing legs she decided that she had nothing to risk.
"Mr Jones, if you give me my job back I'd be extremely grateful." She knew there was a risk of her never getting a job in the industry again but she liked this job and Jones wasn't bad looking at 29, tall with short jet black hair and slightly muscular. Before she had time to make up her mind if it was a bad idea, he swiveled in his chair.
"What ? Your offering me... " he trailed off, "What are you offering me Emma?" He seemed confused but his eyes showed understanding.
Emma stood and bent slowly over the desk placing her hands either side of his arms. Knowing her shirt would let his see her breasts she figured this would get the point across. "I am offering whatever you ask for Sir."
Jones simply smiled and stood up. Walking around behind her he placed a firm hand onto her shoulder and guided her back down into her chair. He bent to be able to whisper into her ear. "Tell me what your offering Emma, I want to hear it from your lips."
Emma smiled knowing it had worked. Taking his hand from her shoulder she guided it down to her right breast and said "I'm offering me Sir".
Jones turned her chair so that she was facing him and looking up at him. "If you give me your body, you will be my slave. Do you understand that ?"
"Yes Sir", she smiled feeling a slight warmth between her thighs.
"Well no better time to start then the present slut. Use your mouth alone to please me, just your mouth not your hands."
Emma moved her hands to unzip his pants only to have her arms pulled away hard. "Your mouth only slut!" So bending forward in her chair she struggled with her teeth to undo his zip. She carefully tugged at his pants to free his growing cock and quickly started to lick the whole shaft with her tongue. Emma knew that the door wasn't locked as Jones had been sitting when she came in but she was fired anyway so it didn't really matter and she was enjoying this so far.
As Jones long dick started to swell in size Emma sliped the head into her warm mouth and sucked the head slowly. When she thought Jones had reached his full size, she slowly sucking the whole cock into her mouth working her tongue over the base of the shaft. Her head began to bod up and down on the hard cock inside her mouth as she sucking him down into her throat over and over. She had been taught to deep throat so well by her first male lover, David. He had shown her how to be a real slut at the tender age of 19 but being forced into sex like this was a first for her.
Jones ran his hands through her dark hair and enjoyed the view of his thick cock sliding in and out of her wet lips as he began to take over and fuck her instead of the other way round. He only waited for a few minutes before ordering Emma to undo his shirt which she did in time with his thrusts, gradually revealing her firm breasts encased in black lace. "Take it out of your mouth and stroke it aimed at your chest."
Emma did as she was told and Jones forced a finger into her mouth and said "Suck on that slut and answer my questions with a nod or a shake of your head. Do you want to be my slut?"
Emma nodded.
"Will you do anything I ask ?"
Nod.
"Without hesitation ?"
Nod.
"Are you wet now ?"
Vigourous nod.
"I'll give you your job back, but you have to be my slut while you work under me. Do you understand ?"
Again a nod.
"You will do what I say or I'll fire you again, do you understand ?"
A smile and a nod. Being forced into this was what turned her on the most. Jones withdrew his finger from her mouth. "Stroke my cock hard cunt and tell me what you are" he ordered.
"I am your slut Sir, your fuckwhore." Emma replied with a broad smile on her face stroking his hard cock aimed at her chest.
"Tell me what you want" Jones asked.
Both hands around his full dick stroking hard Emma said "I want to be used, fucked and humiliated Sir".
"Good girl." Jones said and closed his eyes, his dick beginning to spasm. Emma knew he was close to cumming and sped up her long strokes. Jones griped her shoulders as his cock let loose a thick load of cum right onto her chest and all over her face. Emma smiled as her bra, tits and mouth were covered in his cum.
Before she had a chance to lick the cum off her lips Jones said "Beg me to use you slut!"
"Please Sir i beg you use me like your whore, make me your cum slut i will dp whatever you order me to do Sir i am here to serve you as a fuckwhore and a slut please Sir i beg you use me as i deserve to be used."
"Lick your lips now emma" he ordered and she obediently licked her lips clean of his white cum. "Now do up your shirt and drive home with my cum on your tits and when you get home I want you to phone me here as your finger your wet cunt, I want to hear you cum, ok slut?" "Yes Sir" Emma quickly did up her skirt and stood up to leave. She stepped through the door and just before she shut it behind her Jones said "Good report by the way." Emma smiled and left.
Arriving home twenty minutes later she hurried inside very aware of her new Master's cum which has dried on her chest. She toke her skirt and shirt off at the door of her apartment and went into the bathroom. She emerged about ten minutes later clean and fully naked, her hair tied up behind her head. She sat down on her leather couch, the cool leather making her skin tingle. Her right hand immediately went to her crotch which had been wet since the incident in work, but she hadn't forgotten her orders and as soon as she began to enjoy herself she picked up the phone and rang the office.
"Mr Jones please" she asked in her most stable voice as her fingers played over her cunt stroking her pussy lips. Her Master come onto the phone moments later and gave her his next instructions.
"Get an empty beer bottle and something silk." Emma quickly put the phone down and got what she needed while still naked and with her hand between her legs the whole time.
"Cover the neck of the bottle with the silk shirt and start to fuck yourself with it, I want to hear you moan."
Emma did as she was told, now was not a time to play coy. Gently at first fucking her wet cunt with the silk covered beer bottle, but slowly increasing in speed as her pussy swallowed the neck inside. The whole time Jones was asking her questions about her previous sexual experiences.
"Tell me how you lost your virginity, give me all the details."
"I am 19 and his name was David. He was a year older than me and much more experienced than me. He showed me how to enjoy sex, how to fuck, how to have my ass fucked and how to give good blowjobs. Dave also showed me how to act like a slut and use my body to get things."
Emma continued to fuck herself with the beer bottle as her interrogation continued. "What do you fantasise about when you finger yourself?"
"I imagine a man using my body as the slut that i am, humiliating me and making me fuck other men."
"Is that all?"
"... and women Sir."
"Good girl, tell me how that feels? Fucking your cunt with a beer bottle."
"It feels so good, I needed a hard cock inside me Sir i was so wet the silk is soaked through. I am so close to cumming with just the feel of the hard bottle inside me. I wish it was your cock Sir all of it inside me making me cum."
"If your close to cumming, take the bottle out and suck on the silk shirt so you can taste your own cunt." Emma did as she was told. "Now get a belt and return quickly slut."
Emma got up and her knees almost buckled under her, but she quickly got a rough belt and returned to the phone.
"Is the shirt still in your mouth slut ?"
Emma struggled a grunt to say yes. "Is my cum still on your chest?"
Emma paused and thought if she lied she would be in worse trouble.
"No" she muffled.
"Then whip your cunt with the belt 10 times for being bad you whore."
Emma started to whip her swollen cunt lips with the rough belt each time moaning with pleasure but as she continued the pleasure quickly turned into pain as her cunt began to sting.
"Done slut, take the shirt out of your mouth and thank me for the punishment and ask to cum."
Emma sucked on the silk shirt one last time enjoying her taste then toke it out of her mouth. "Thank you Sir for my punishment, please may i cum now Master?"
"Yes my little slut, fuck yourself using the bottle without the silk and I want to hear you moan slut."
"Thank you Master."
Emma slid the still wet bottle into her cunt in one fluid motion and continued to fuck herself but this time harder and with determination. Moaning loudly into the phone on each thrust, Emma was nearing orgasm feeling her cunt walls tighten on the bottle and started to scream with pleasure as her cunt spasmed and her orgasm washed over her.
Lieing back, legs spread, breathing deeply Emma thanked her Master and gave her instructions on what to wear to work on Monday and then hung up. Emma waited a moment then got up and walked unsteadily to the bath room and begin to run a bath - she needed to relax.
