Bride Submission: Boss's Bitch - Sex Stories

Bride Submission: Boss's Bitch

... to revel in the fact that I was under the desk and clearly prolonged the conversation longer than necessary. Eventually, she grabbed my head and began grinding her cunt on my face, finally coming all over me. Once her orgasm was done, she rolled her chair out and ordered, “You can fix your make-up, you look like a cheap slut, but don’t wash my pussy juice off your face.” “Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, getting out of the confined space and standing up, my knees aching. “Go, slut,” she said, her tone full of disdain as she waved me off. I scurried out and rushed directly to the restroom where I looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself: my face shiny, my make-up running and my hair dishevelled. I couldn’t believe that twenty-four hours ago I was living a completely different life. I tried to fix my hair and face as best I could as I had left my purse in my office. Doing an adequate job, I took the stairs down to my floor, to avoid colleagues, and ignored my secretary who said something to me as I walked into my office and closed my door. Collapsing in my chair at my desk, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, my anxiety at a new high. The intercom came on, “Ms. Peck, DA Smith is here to see you.” My eyes went wide again as I quickly grabbed my purse. I replied, “Please tell him I need a couple of minutes to finish with an issue.” “Of course, Ms. Peck,” she agreed. I went to my private bathroom and tried to make myself respectable as I shifted from submissive ...

... slut to professional lawyer…although knowing what I now knew…I would play sexy professional lawyer in an attempt to have him consider me as his replacement. As I added a fresh coat of lipstick, I wondered, ‘would Bradley be okay with me sleeping my way to the DA’s job?’ Considering he had fucked his sister without my knowledge, I figured I owed him one. I finished freshening up, confident I had both the professional and physical attributes to get the job. Deciding that being a part of the Order of Syndom should also enhance my professional life, I went to my desk ready to use my sexy wiles to show DA Smith I was the perfect candidate for the job. Just then I got a text from Dad: Baby Slut, Meet the family at McGavin’s at six. An outfit for the evening will be dropped off at your office this afternoon. Master Daddy My cunt tingled as I read the text and the promise of tonight. Would my two brothers be there? Grandpa? Uncles and aunties? Was tonight going to be an incest orgy with me as the center piece? Horny again, I put my phone away, unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse, creating a valley of flesh to tease, pushed a piece of paper off my desk and pressed the intercom button, “Please let DA Smith in.” Tonight was a few hours away, right now I had to focus on the task at hand….convincing DA Smith I was the right woman for the job. He walked in and I stood up and walked over to him. I offered my hand and my dazzling smile, “It’s great to see you, sir.” “You too, Ms. Peck,” he ...