4 comments/ 58468 views/ 6 favorites New Responsibilities By: Lady_Noir "Call home and inform you are working late tonight. I have some projects that need completing." An instant message pops up on my computer screen. I sigh and text home. "Yes, Sir...no problem." I type back. You've been so short with me this week! Hiding in your office. Tension in your voice. You're usually so confident and easy going as a boss. It's one of the main reasons I like working here so much...that and being able to look at you all day. "Also...some money is missing from the petty cash box....any idea where it went?" the instant message dings. Panic surges through me. I shift uneasily in my seat. After a moment's hesitation, I phone your office, "Um, which projects do you need assistance with this evening? I have the files for McMillan and Devers with me...but I believe Thompson is still in your lower right-hand desk drawer. I did not get to start on it yet. I'll...um, be right in to fetch it... and, um, no Sir...I have no idea where the cash could be..." "Hmmmm..." I hear you open your file drawer. "Ok, I found the files. No need for you to come into my office." you hang up curtly. Frazzled, I run to make a few copies, eager to finish the file I'm working on to your satisfaction. When I return I see the new files on my desk and a new message on my screen, "The sooner they are reviewed, timelines updated and re-filed...the sooner you can head home. Before you leave come check in with me." I hurriedly begin the work on the files, my nerves on edge. Three hours later I knock on your door and crack it open, "I'm done, Sir." "Great, please take a seat." You gesture to the chair in front of your desk, and I cautiously walk into your beautiful office and sit down. I fidget for a second, nervous, and then settle for placing my hands in my lap and crossing my legs at an angle to you. I look up at you intently, trying to look calm. Your voice becomes stern, and you state very simply, "The petty cash I mentioned earlier. I saw you borrow from the funds." The sheer panic on my face must be clearly evident. Unmoved, you stoically continue, "You have worked for me for 5 years, been loyal, hardworking and an asset to me. I'm sure you have your reasons for doing what you did, but I cannot let it go undisciplined." I drop my head in shame and take a few long deep breaths. "You have 3 choices: Return the money and walk out of here forever, with your dignity. Don't return the money and walk out of here with no dignity. Or, turn around, lock the door, strip, and do as I say." My eyes flash up at you in shock, "Excuse me Sir!!??" Unblinking, you state,"You heard me perfectly clear. If you want your job, you will give up your mouth and pussy as I see fit." I stare at you, unbelieving, "I've read your emails to your "friend" and know what a secretive little slut you are....but from what I read..." you pause to snicker at the thought, "...he can't meet your needs. He obviously doesn't know what the fuck he is doing." I start to stammer some sort of half-ass excuse, my eyes darting around the room in embarrassment. You cut me off, "I, on the other hand, know exactly what to do with a little whore like you. So...do you want these new responsibilities or am I going to have to hire a younger, ladder climbing secretary who does want them?" "Nnno, Sir...please. Please!" I jump up from the chair, "I'm sorry. Whatever you say." I turn and lock the door quickly. "You read my emails?" I turn back towards you, blushing profusely. "Sir...I don't know what to say..." "Strip. If you want to keep your job." You demand. "Sir..." I slowly, nervously, unbutton my white dress shirt. "I can't believe this is actually happening..." I turn around to unzip my black pencil skirt...it falls to the floor so I'm standing in black bra and panties, in sky-high black pumps. "I...I've fantasized about you for such a long time..." I take out the pencil that is holding my hair in a bun, and shake it out so that my long hair falls over my shoulders, and turn back around so I can look you in the eyes. "Please, Sir, what can I do to persuade you? I need this job." I slowly walk up to you in your chair, "I'll do anything..." You unzip your pants as I walk to you, revealing your large, stiff cock. I unintentionally let out a gasp of shock and desire, and my pussy, wet and longing from stripping for my apparently very demanding boss, throbs. I've imagined fucking you countless times, but your cock exceeds my very vivid imagination. I want it in me. Everywhere. You grab my hips forcibly and spin me around, sliding my panties to the side, and lower me onto your thick, hard cock until you're buried deep. You begin thrusting up in me, over and over. I'm screaming in pleasure, your cock feels so good stretching me so wide. You get more aggressive....fucking my pussy hard and the sound of fucking fills the office. I hear a noise....the janitor in the next room cleaning. I'm sure you hear it too, but I can't stop moaning like the whore you're making me. "Shut the fuck up..." you growl. "He will hear us, bust us, and I will then fuck your ass and offer him your well fucked cunt to keep his mouth shut!" I don't stop. I can't, you feel so incredible...and I've wanted this for so long. "Nnnooo...Sir...please...I can't stop...FUCK!" I bounce up and down...screaming in pleasure. You snicker at me and the thought of the janitor catching us. You would love to see me totally owned by two cocks...but you want to get yours first. I ride you reverse cowgirl like an enraged slut...my tight pussy working your cock. My moans get louder as my orgasm builds. Annoyed, you grab my panties that are pulled to the side and roughly, in one swipe, rip them off of me. You throw me off your cock, onto the floor on my back, jump on top of me and drive your cock deep. I scream....and you shove the panties into my mouth to shut me up. My legs wrap around your ass as you grab the back of my head with one hand, and forcefeed the panties into my mouth deeper, while you violently ravage my fuckhole. I can taste my juices on my panties, and I drink in your complete control of me. Your primal need to cum. How you fuck me, uncaring, vicious. I tighten my pussy around your cock, giving you everything I can. You pull out, step over me and cover my face and panty filled mouth with your hot cum. A creak of a door distracts me momentarily from reveling in the cum dripping down my face. The janitor is in the doorway, stroking his equally hung cock as he watches us. "You want some of this?" apparently, you're now willing. The janitor's eyes bulge out of his head at your offer. "Hey man, if you want to share." He wastes no time in taking down his pants fully. "Get up, you're not done with your restitution." You pull me up from the floor by my hair and pull the panties out of my mouth. "Clean yourself up." I nod quietly and reach to take the panties from you, and you push my hand away violently. "Not the easy way. Slut. You lick every last drop of that from your fingers...and fucking hurry up. We're waiting." I devour every drop of your cum from my face. I can't help but be giddy...I've waited to taste your cum for so long...and it's even better than I imagined. I crave more. You walk over to your desk, and sit ontop of it. 'You're going to use that loud fucking mouth of yours for good use...get me ready to pound your sweet ass...and you're going to take care of our friend here while you do it. You understand me?" You don't wait for my reply and bring my mouth down on your cock, hard. I close my eyes, and work you up and down, tasting you, tasting us, and loving it. Then, I feel hands lock on my hips and the deep, full penetration of the janitor's hard cock. I jump in surprise, but you push your cock deeper down my throat, the hands on my hips firm as he thrusts. "Cock whore. You love it." I hear you say above me with contempt. You fuck my mouth while he fucks my pussy...the dual sensation driving me crazy. I've never felt so used and dirty...and it's amazing. I definitely have not gotten my fill of your cock in my mouth when you pull me off roughly. "Gimme a second. I want a different hole." You tell the janitor. I breathe heavily to mitigate the pain of you wrenching my hair back and to the side. He makes a final thrust into me before pulling out and I gasp at his withdrawal. "You're a greedy little slut." you pull my hair back further, "You'll get his cock back." you smirk, "Don't you worry..." You grab me by the hips and spin me around, bounce me on your cock a few times, coating it well with my juices, and then impale my ass. I scream in joint pain and pleasure. "Shut the fuck up or I'll shut you up, cunt." You lean back and push into me deeper. I cry out and you grab me back and cover my mouth...pinning me back against you. I feel the janitor replace his hands on my hips and enter me in deep, long strokes. You both begin to thrust into me with force, fucking me hard. "Feel good, baby?" you sneer, "You look so fucking good fucking these two cocks." I gasp and moan behind your hand, breathing hard, my heart racing, and nod emphatically. I adjust to the shock, and put my legs over his shoulders, giving you both easier access. With one hand, I grab the wrist of your hand covering my mouth and dig my nails in; with the other I feverishly work my clit. You groan and press your hand harder across my mouth. The janitor reaches up and pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts and hardened pink nipples. They bounce up and down as you both rail me hard. He bends down and takes one in his mouth, sucking and biting, while he squeezes my other breast with his hand. My body is on fire, every sensation adding to my depraved pleasure. "You like him sucking on your tits while I fuck your ass? Huh? Show us how much you like being a fucking whore for us. Cum with our two cocks buried in you...like the good little slut you are." You growl. I rub my clit harder and moan against your hand. My orgasm washes over me powerfully, my pussy becoming even tighter and more wet. The janitor raises back up and fucks me vigorously. He cums deep inside me in slow spasms, withdrawing unceremoniously, and walks over to his clothes to get dressed, leaving without another word. You pump your hard cock into me for what seems like a fantasized eternity. I twist my hips to take your cock deeper in my ass and a muffled cry escapes me. You moan in pleasure and push into me as hard as you can, then flip me over on my stomach on your desk. You cum heavily all over the small of my back. I'm gasping for air and trying to compose myself when I hear you buckle your pants and say, "Clean up this fucking mess. I'll see you tomorrow." and close the door behind you.