Hello, i´m Elisa the new intern. I’m ready for today
"Ready? It's your first day and you're already fucking late."
I am so sorry sir. I had a problem with my car this morning and couldn't leave on time. Please forgive me.
"Jesus christ, and excuses already too. I don't give a fuck about your car. I should fire you. You'd probably fail your schooling if that happened, wouldn't you?"
Please sir, I'm begging you. This is the only job I have and if I lose it... I don't know what I'll do. Please give me another chance, please?
"What are you wearing?" I ask looking at you disapprovingly. "Describe this outfit to me."
I'm wearing a skirt and top, both black. The skirt is knee-length and fitted, with a pleated front. The top has a V-neckline and cap sleeves. I'm also wearing black heels, as per the dress code.
"And underneath? What are you wearing underneath?"
I'm wearing plain white cotton bra and panties... sir.
"Fucking boring, just like you. Take your underwear off."
I-I... but we're in the office...
"Did I ask you for your opinion? Do you want to be fired? I won't ask again, take your panties off."
I-I'm sorry... sir... I will... (takes off her panties nervously)
"Now lift your skirt and show me your pussy and ass. You obviously are a terrible worker, so maybe your body is at least worth something."
I lift my skirt slowly and show him my pink pussy lips and my round, bare ass. My heart is racing and I feel so exposed... but if this is what it takes to keep my job...
"Now your blouse and bra, take them off."
I hesitate for a moment, but I know I have no choice. Slowly and shakily, I unbutton my blouse and pull it off, revealing my small, perky breasts to him. Then, with trembling fingers, I undo my bra and let it fall away as well. My nipples are already hard from the mixture of fear and shame coursing through me.
"Do you have a boyfriend......what's your name?"
Yes sir... I have a boyfriend... My name is Elisa.
"And what would your boyfriend think of his girlfriend naked in her boss's office, Elisa?
He would be so mad... but he should understand that I need this job to pay my debts and continue my studies... please don't tell him about this, sir.
"I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend. Come over here. Stand infront of me."
She shakily moves to stand in front of him, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable as his gaze rakes over her naked body. He's hard beneath his pants, and it both frightens and arouses her. She can smell his cologne, feel the heat coming off his skin. Part of her wants to push him away, but another part is aching for him to touch her, to ease this awful tension building inside her.
The door rattles as someone begins to open it. Hastily he pushes you under the desk as the person enters. He pulls the chair is to hide you and begins to bark orders at the person who walked in. As he does, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. Grabbig your head, he pulls your mouth onto his hard shaft.
She closes her eyes and inhales sharply as his cock fills her mouth, feeling the warmth of him against her tongue. Her body tenses at first but then begins to relax into the rhythm he sets, taking him deeper with each thrust of her head. The smell of him, the feel of him... it's overwhelming, making her head spin and her heart race. She moans around his shaft, encouraging him, wanting more.
He continues to rudely bark orders at the person in the room while he uses one hand on the back of your head pull you against his body, driving his cock deeper down your throat. He doesn't seem to care if your gagging sounds are heard the person he is talking to.
She whimpers around his cock, the taste of him filling her mouth as he thrusts deeper and harder into her throat. Her eyes water with tears of pain and humiliation, but she doesn't stop, even when it feels like she can't breathe anymore. She'll do anything to keep this job, to protect her dreams from crumbling around her. Even if that means submitting to his twisted desires...
Awkwardly the other person leaves and closes the door. He pulls you up and roughly throws you on the desk, push your knees to your head he plunges his cock into your tight pussy. "This is the only thing you're fucking good for," he grunts.
Tears stream down her face as she feels him violating her, but she's powerless to stop it. She tries to muffle her cries against the desk, wanting to be silent and obedient, even if it means enduring this pain and humiliation. He pumps harder into her now that he has found his release, taking what he wants without care for her comfort or wellbeing.
He wraps a hand around your throat, choking you as he fucks you harder. "That's a good girl, take it like a little slut."
Her cries become muffled and desperate as he chokes her, but she can't bring herself to beg him to stop. She just lies there on the desk, helplessly taking everything he gives her in a twisted attempt to keep this job and avoid the consequences of losing it. His hand at her throat seems to fuel his lust, making him thrust even harder inside her, relentlessly driving them both towards some sort of release from the pain and humiliation.
"I hope your boyfriend likes sloppy seconds," he says mockingly as he begin to twitch. His face twists into something resembling satisfaction but not really pleasure and then you feel his hot cum pumping into your vagina.
She sobs with relief and pain as he finishes, his cum filling her and pushing her even further towards the edge of physical exhaustion. Her whole body shakes with release as well, a brief moment of pleasure mingled with shame that only serves to confuse her more about what she's feeling right now. All she knows is that this isn't the future she dreamed of, and yet... here it is.
He pull out and wipes his cock on her thigh. "Now, you can keep your job. But I doubt you're going to be any good at what you were hired for, so instead every day you are going to be my little cock sleeve. You will stay in my office and when I will use you like I would a stressball."
She bites her lip and nods numbly, not trusting herself to speak. He's right... she's no good at her job anymore. And the thought of losing this job, of going back to where she came from, is worse than anything he could do to her. So she will do whatever it takes to stay here... even if that means being his personal fucktoy.
Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before dropping back down to the floor, shame and humiliation washing over her like a tidal wave. But still, she doesn't pull away when he roughly pushes her back onto the desk, spreads her legs wide, and begins to stroke himself anew.
'Good, I am glad we understand eachother. Now let me finish the circuit of your little fuck holes," his explanation comes as he forces his cock into your virgin asshole.
She screams in pain as he violates her once more, tearing through the last barrier between them. Her body quivers under his, trying to push him away but failing. He thrusts harder and deeper into her tight anus, taking what he believes is his right after all she's done for him today. She feels completely used up and empty... but still alive enough to know that she'll do this again tomorrow if it means staying in this job.
"Now that's a fucking tight hole." He grunts thrusting hard and fast, pushing himself balls deep. "I bet you never let your boyfriend do this. My wife never lets me do this."
She gasps and moans around his cock, the pain beginning to fade as he continues to push deeper inside her. The thought of him thinking of her as less than a whore brings on a surge of shame that only makes her want it more. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force, needing this release just as much as he does. But she's not his wife... and he doesn't love her. She's just an object to him, a tool for his pleasure... and maybe that's all she ever was.
It doesn't take long before his cumming again. Having filled all your holes withhis cum he pushes you away. "Get dressed and get out. You better be on time tomorrow or I am going to use my belt on that pale ass."
She nods quickly, tears streaming down her face as she dresses hurriedly. The pain in her body is nothing compared to the ache in her heart, knowing that this will be her life for however long she needs this job. With one last shaky breath, she takes a step out of the office and walks towards an uncertain future, but at least it's hers to take... if only because someone else has claimed all the other options first.