THE BOSS'S SLUT, complete series (#1-3): Reluctant, humiliation, fertile, cheating wife, forbidden

by Anya Aurelie

  Carrie woke up to the feeling of a hand grabbing at her breast. She felt her husband’s warm body move to get on top of her, and her legs instinctively opened to him. She was groggy from sleep and hadn’t yet even opened her eyes, and in her imagination it was not Jeff, her loving husband, who was now reaching between her legs and feeling her slick pussy, but her boss, Matt.

  She remembered how Matt had instructed her — commanded her — to open up to him, to show herself to him and to her coworkers, fully naked while they remained clothed. How Matt had not even taken off his pants to fuck her, but simply unzipped his zipper and taken her there in his office while all those eyes watched them. They’d seen every part of her, the entirety of her naked body, had watched her get transformed into Matt’s slut right in front of their eyes.

  Carrie felt Jeff’s thick cock begin to push inside of her, and she adjusted her hips to let him deep inside. He glided in, and she opened her eyes a crack to see that it was still dark in the bedroom. Probably their alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. Carrie was grateful for the darkness — the darkness meant Jeff wouldn’t realize that part of her slickness wasn’t her own moisture, that part of it was her once-boyfriend-now boss’s cum.

  He fucked her, and Carrie’s senses woke up gradually as he took her body, pushing in and out of her raw, sore cunt.

  “Ouch!” she said as Jeff’s knee hit her own, and she remembered why her knees were so sore. She remembered perching on her desk, naked save for the corset and thigh-high stockings, for hours the previous day. She remembered how her coworkers had walked in and seen her, how Matt had forbidden her from moving from her position until he had told her she could.

  Her pussy got wetter at the memory, and she pushed back up onto Jeff’s body, turned on even more by the thought of the humiliation.

  “Fuck me,” she moaned, and Jeff reached down to rub her sensitive clit as he fucked her. She remembered being spread open on the back of the overturned armchair, how she’d been used as a toy, as a prop for her boss’s sex game. How turned on she’d been.

  A moment later Jeff’s breathing got heavy, and then his cock throbbed inside of her. Carrie felt him pulsing out his orgasm inside her tight cunt as he grabbed at her breasts and moaned.

  “Mmmm,” she said, loving the sensation of being filled, and when he pulled out of her she reached down and fingered her sopping wet clit, pushing a finger inside of herself.

  “Let me do that,” Jeff whispered, and slid down her body until his face was between her legs.

  I should stop him, she thought idly, but the thought of her unsuspecting husband licking another man’s cum out of her along with his own was too much for her to resist. She opened up to him and pushed her pussy into his face, into his lips, into his tongue, and thought about Matt. She thought about who he was in college, back before either of them could’ve predicted he would become a billionaire, how timid and unassuming, and who he was today, a man who would take whatever he wanted, would take her even though she was married, and would parade her around in front of his other employees like a prize.

  It should offend her, she knew. It should enrage her and make her want to quit, make her want to report him.

  Instead, it turned her on like crazy. Thinking about Matt suggesting he’d fire her if she didn’t fuck him, the way she never had when they’d dated in college, made her horny. It made her wet to think about him pushing inside of her not giving a fuck what any of his employees thought.

  “Lick me,” she moaned to Jeff. “Suck me.” And she came against his face, thinking about the other man who had so recently deposited his cum deep inside her unprotected pussy, pulsing against his tongue as the blood pounded through her body and took her breath away.

  “Oh god,” she moaned as the orgasm subsided. “Fuck, that was so good.”

  Jeff smiled at her. “Good. Now get ready for work — you’re going to be late!”

  Late? Carrie bolted upright in the bed and looked at the clock. Shit. He was right. She’d thought the alarm hadn’t gone off yet based on how dark it still was in the room, but in fact she must’ve slept through it. She jumped out of bed and pulled on the business suit she’d picked out the day before — no thigh-highs this time. Normal black stockings that went all the way up to her waist.

  Somehow, Carrie managed to get to work on time. The door to Matt’s inner office was open when she arrived, and he came out to greet her.

  “How are you today, Carrie?” he asked. “A little sore?”

  “A little,” she admitted.

  Matt’s eyes drifted down to her legs, and he lifted up the skirt of her suit. “Oh!” she said, surprised at his touch.

  “Very good,” he said with a smile. “I see that you’re an obedient little slut today. I’m happy to see that you know how to learn from your mistakes.”

  Carrie nodded, heart beating faster with him so close.

  “But you know,” he continued, “you have such nice legs. It’s a shame to keep them hidden away under even the thinnest of material.”

  Before she could offer to take the stockings off, Matt instructed her to stand up. She stood. Then he reached under her skirt and between her legs, and grabbed the material of the stockings in both hands, a fistful from one of her inner thighs, a fistful from the other. And he ripped the crotch of her stockings in two.

  Carrie stood in shock as her boss tore the stockings off her body, the ripping sound trailing down both legs as he continued tearing them off of her. Then he ripped up one side of her hips and pulled the material out from under the waistband of her skirt.

  Finally he stood back and admired his handiwork, the stockings hanging off of her, still pressed against her body beneath her other hip by the waistband of her skirt, attached at the feet, limp and torn in between like she’d been mauled by a wild animal.

  Carrie’s pussy throbbed at the fear this unexpected mauling shot through her. She wanted him to destroy her pussy the way he’d destroyed her stockings. Instead, he licked one finger and then dragged it up her now-bare thigh, leaving a faint trail of moisture in its path. Then he said, “That’s better. Get yourself cleaned up. It’s performance review day.” And he turned and went back into his office, shutting the door behind him.

  Performance review day? Carrie wondered. This was only her third day on the job. It didn’t make any sense that she’d be reviewed already.

  Oh well, she decided. She’d figure out soon enough what Matt had in mind. She slipped her heels off and tore the stockings the rest of the way off her body — it was easier that way — enjoying the ripping sound they made, and thought about how much Matt had changed since college.

  “When will you be ready to have sex with me?” she remembered him asking for what felt like the hundredth time.

  “I don’t know,” Carrie had remembered answering, irritation creeping into her voice. “I’m sorry, I’m just not ready yet. I just don’t know when I will be.” For a whole year, it had never felt right to Carrie to sleep with Matt; she had never been ready. She could tell that Matt was getting increasingly anxious as time went on, but while she loved him, he didn’t exactly make her horny. He was so calm, so sweet, so…so much of a pushover, Carrie realized with a jolt of guilt. And while she had appreciated these qualities in him, they didn’t drive her wild, didn’t drive her legs apart the way he was hoping.

  Well. He certainly wasn’t a pushover anymore. He was demanding. He was powerful. He was the kind of guy who would rip his secretary’s stockings off her body without even asking.

  And it made Carrie want him more than she ever had back in the day.

  An hour later, Matt’s door opened again. Carrie started to attention.

  “Ready to get started?” he asked. “The first executive I’m reviewing comes in five minutes.”

  “Oh!” she said. “You want me to help you with the reviews. I’m not getting reviewed.”

  Matt smiled the mysterious, devious smile that Carrie had come to know over the past few d
ays. “Yes, in a sense,” he said.

  But when the executive showed up, Matt did not call Carrie into his office with them. She sat at her desk, wondering what to expect and squeezing her legs together to stimulate her clit while she waited. She was still thinking about Matt ripping her stockings off, and it was making her distinctively horny.

  When the man emerged from Matt’s office half an hour later, he approached Carrie. She hadn’t met him yet but knew he was someone important based on his suit, which was perfectly fitted to him and looked expensive.

  “You must be Carrie,” he said to her, and she nodded.

  “What can I help you with?”

  “Matthew told me that my work has been adequate this quarter,” the man reported. “Not a great review, but I’ll take it. And he told me I could take something else too.”

  Carrie’s heart beat faster. “What might that be?” she asked, trying to remain professional.

  “He said I could kiss you.”

  Carrie’s eyebrows shot up. Kiss? That wasn’t how Carrie had expected to help out with the reviews, but it also wasn’t nearly as intense as what Matt had shown her over the past few days. A kiss was child’s play.

  The man leaned over Carrie and stared down her blouse as he approached her lips, looking deep down her cleavage. His lips met hers and then his tongue was in her mouth, surprisingly soft and pliable. Her nipples hardened.

  This isn’t so bad, she thought. Maybe Matt is taking it easy on me today after getting used so roughly yesterday.

  Soon the next executive arrived for his evaluation, an older man with perfectly coiffed hair and wandering eyes, who looked her up and down before entering Matt’s office. When he emerged, he too approached Carrie.

  “I’ve been told I can squeeze your breasts,” he said, licking his lips as he stared obviously at them.

  “If Matt told you to, go right ahead,” she said, feeling like a sexual object, a prize. She felt her nipples harden again as his hands landed on her shirt and squeezed the curved outlines of her melons. It felt so good she leaned into his hands, but a moment later he winked at her and left the office.

  A woman came in next, hair in a professional updo and wearing a pinstriped suit that barely contained her own huge breasts. She was cute, Carrie thought, though she’d never been with a woman before.

  When she came out of Matt’s office after her review, she walked right up to Carrie’s desk, standing just a little closer than normal. “I’ve been instructed to take off your panties,” the woman told her.

  “Anything Matt says,” Carrie agreed, and stood up. The woman reached her hand delicately up Carrie’s skirt, her fingers tickling her thigh and sending a shiver up her spine. Carrie felt her pussy pulse in anticipation of the fingers reaching higher and exposing her.

  The woman pulled the silky fabric of Carrie’s panties down her thighs, and Carrie felt the cool air of the office hitting her bare pussy. Being forced to do whatever this stranger told her that she had been given permission for by her ex-boyfriend, her boss, was a strange, humiliating feeling, yet she loved it. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be a fuck toy.

  But once the woman had pulled Carrie’s panties down to her feet and Carrie had stepped out of them, the woman smiled goodbye and walked out of the office, just as the others had done. Carrie wondered whether she would have done more except for fear of Matt, fear of overstepping her bounds.

  She was left alone in the office once more with her horny thoughts and no panties. She had almost decided to reach up under her skirt herself and begin stroking her wet clit when Matt appeared at his office door.

  “How are you doing?” he asked, taking in Carrie’s flushed cheeks.

  “This isn’t so bad,” she said, flashing him a smile.

  “Just you wait,” he said, returning her grin. “I arranged the evaluations in order: the better the employee did, the later in the day he or she is being evaluated. The ones who did really well this year will be…rewarded nicely.” And he looked her up and down much like the executive who had squeezed her breasts had done, but with even more lust in his eyes.

  She felt a chill of fear go through her body, but mixed with it was nervous excitement. Her clit throbbed. She couldn’t wait to see what all Matt had in store for her. She couldn’t believe that just two days ago, she’d been hesitant to cheat on her husband. Now, she knew that she’d do anything Matt told her to. She was completely under his command.

  The next executive arrived, and Carrie waited anxiously for the review to finish. She wondered what this man would be allowed to do to her. She felt jumpy and nervous, not sure what to expect. When he finally appeared at the door to Matt’s office again, he stood there for a moment, staring at her as though he couldn’t believe what he’d been tasked with doing.

  Carrie’s face prickled with heat. The stranger walked toward her, and without saying a word began unbuttoning her blouse. She allowed him to do it, feeling his fingers grazing her skin, and he squeezed her breasts through her lacy bra, then reached inside of it and squeezed her bare skin. Her nipples were hard as pencil erasers under his touch, and he pinched her nipples and rolled them around between thumb and index finger. He grabbed one last big handful, then moved down to her skirt and unbuttoned the two buttons on one hip.

  Finally, he spoke to her. “Stand up,” he said, and she did. He unzipped the zipper below the buttons and let the skirt fall down to her feet. She stood before him in only a bra then, her panties and stockings already having been removed.

  His cock was hard in his pants, and Carrie had no idea how much Matt had permitted him to do, how well he’d done during the year. Would he continue fondling her? Would he pull his cock out of his pants and shove it down her throat? Would he bend her over her desk and plunge deep inside of her?

  She could hardly breathe, waiting to find out what else was in store for her. But instead of doing any of these things, the man simply nodded his thanks, traced the top of her cleavage with one finger, and left the office.

  Carrie breathed out a huge breath, realizing for the first time that she’d been holding her breath while waiting to find out her fate. She sat back down at her desk, bare pussy rubbing against the rough material of the chair, and tried to arrange herself behind her computer in a way that made it less obvious how close to naked she really was.

  A moment later the door to the outer office opened once again, and a woman walked in. She was younger than the other female executive had been, with short cropped hair and a nervous smile. Confusion and then delight spread over her face as she looked at Carrie, who felt her cheeks flush at being exposed to this stranger.

  Carrie huddled closer into the desk, hiding her nakedness as best she could. “He’s ready for you,” she told the woman, who nodded and walked past her desk to Matt’s closed office door. As the woman turned the knob to open the door, she glanced curiously at Carrie one last time. From this angle, she could see behind the desk, and Carrie had nowhere to hide. The woman looked Carrie up and down approvingly before disappearing inside the inner office.

  Carrie almost couldn’t stand the tension of waiting for this woman to re-emerge. What would she do to Carrie when she appeared? Matt had said the evaluations were ordered progressively, which meant that this woman would be allowed to touch Carrie even more intimately than had the man who had taken off her clothes and squeezed her breasts beneath the bra.

  Carrie knew she was almost impossibly wet, and she ventured a finger between her legs to check. Yes, she was sopping. She rubbed her engorged clit for a moment, finger gliding over the skin and down deeper between her pussy lips, then quickly stopped, knowing that someone could walk in at any moment, or that Matt could walk out — and she had a feeling she would be punished if he saw her touching herself.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, the executive emerged from Matt’s office with a huge smile on her face.

  “Spread your legs,” she said to Carrie in greeting.