what happened at work - Sex Stories

what happened at work

I don’t use bad language as a rule in these stories but occasionally it becomes essential. One or more of the characters takes on a life of their own and uses profanity with gay abandon. So just accept that in the following tale there may well be more smutty words than you might usually expect from me..... How could this be possible she thought? If you would have told her a few days ago the position she found herself in today she would have laughed at you. But here she was naked from the waist down, skirt pushed up around her waist, tights torn at the crotch, knickers totally cut off with scissors leaving her delightful charms totally exposed and available. Her top was pushed up high and her bra scrunched up above her breasts. She was bent over the boss’s desk legs wide apart. How was this possible? She had hardly had many lovers before she married none since; she was usually very much unavailable to most men. Yet here she was about to have her sweet love tunnel invaded by her new boss. S he could have stopped him, all she had to say was no, please don’t but she remained bent over,100% submissive, and he took full advantage and unceremoniously slammed his rigid tool as deep as he could into her sweet delicate body. She should stop him, but she didn’t and then he inflicted another unexpected indignity upon her. ‘Look into the camera in front of you.’ What? What did he mean camera? She couldn’t see a camera, and she certainly didn’t want to be photographed in this position. ...

... She looked round behind her at him as best she could, ‘what do you mean?’ ‘Fucking, look straight into the camera that is fuckin’ well straight in front of you slut.’ His statement was not of the sort that could be easily disobeyed. He was the boss and had the kind of persona that somehow meant people did exactly as he told them, without question. She complied; she looked straight ahead, and he started slamming in and out of her with an a****listic brutality. She had never been taken so clinically or savagely and yet she didn’t tell him to stop or even try to get away. Worse, she was sort of enjoying being so compliant in a perverse sort of way. And he barked another instruction at her, just as he had when she first entered his office so few moments before. ‘Tell the camera your name.’ ‘What do you mean’ she stuttered. ‘Fukin’ hell are you thick or something? Look into the camera and tell it your sodding name bitch!’ And in a very quiet voice she stammered her name. To tell the truth with the brutal ‘seeing too’ he was administering from behind, and the whole suddenness of the situation she could barely remember anything as simple as her name. And he went mental, ‘no that’s your old name, you won’t be called that anymore! I want you to use your new name bitch.’ He continued slamming into her, more top see if he could hurt her on the corner of the desk and to get her to yelp in pain. He was hoping that she would ask or better still beg, him to be more gentle, which he had no ...