Every day that I came into work was a day that I was horny. He’d…

Every day that I came into work was a day that I was horny. He’d conditioned me to be wet and ready for him somehow. I couldn’t figure out what his power over me was, but I knew that I lived for the moments that his cock was in me. I craved him, and if I’m being honest I needed him. He was like an addiction and the thought of having to go without him was just too much.

I pushed open the door to the building and said my hellos to my other co-workers. I took my seat at my desk and I could hear him in his office, directly behind me swearing at someone on the phone. My heartbeat quickened and I felt that familiar tingle in my pussy. His voice alone was enough to make me instantly wet. I turned my chair so I could get a better look at him, my heart burning inside of me. I watched him as he paced back and forth in his suit, his hands gesturing wildly as he talked. He caught my eye and he stopped. He did a double take and I could feel the thudding of my heart as it reverberated through my body. I. Needed. Him.

“Let me call you back,” he told the person on the phone. I took a deep breath. He was getting off of the phone for me! I felt like the most important girl in the world and his eyes locked with mine. Something flashed in his eyes, a glimmer of hope that maybe I meant more to him than just a secretary. I hoped that he felt something for me, anything. I didn’t need much, just an acknowledgement that I was more than just a cock sleeve to him.

He motioned for me to come into his office and I hopped up excitedly, not able to conceal how I felt for him. I had made a fool of myself for him day after day for what felt like eons, but had actually been a little bit less than a year.  He’d been formal and stiff with me at first, but I had dropped to my knees and offered him a blow job during my third week as his personal secretary. 

“I’m married,” he had told me.

“I’m not looking to be anything to you. I just want to drain your cock for you. Please let me,” I’d said and in retrospect I had roped him in under false pretenses. Even I didn’t know that I would fall for him back then. He was just another guy then, in a long line of men. I figured he would be no different until I put his cock into my mouth and sucked him so wildly that I surprised even myself.

He fucked me on some days, and not others, depending on what he had going on at work during the day. Maybe it was the way he used me that made me love him. Or maybe it was the way he called me names like slut and whore while he fucked me that made me love him. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but every single day I woke up and got ready, thinking specifically of him and what he would think of each outfit I wore. I chose things that showcased my tits and my ass for him. I wanted to look so good that he wouldn’t be able to resist fucking me! I arrived at work each day hoping that he was going to fuck me. I would sit at my desk and imagine elaborate fantasies of him fucking me with his huge cock. I would remember all the times we’d fucked all over the office, like the time we’d fucked on his boss’s desk. 

“Does your wife fuck you like this?” I had whispered loudly to him as I bounced in his lap, his cock shoved so deep inside me that I could feel it in my stomach. 

“No,” he’d whispered back passionately. He had grabbed me and pulled me to him in a warm embrace. His mouth covered mine and my pussy covered his cock until he came deep inside of me. 

I walked into his office and he closed and locked the door behind me before he launched his attack. His hands slid up my dress and into my pussy. I’d given up on wearing panties to the office long ago. They had all ended up in a collection in the locked drawer of his desk until I had run out of panties to wear. 

“Please!” I begged him. “Please fuck me! I’ll do anything!” 

“Keep your voice down. No one can know that I’m fucking you like this. This is our secret,” he said. 

“Fuck me then and I’ll keep quiet,” I said a little more quietly. He pulled the top of my dress down as well, exposing my tits. He covered one nipple with his mouth and then the other. I moaned in a hushed whisper, wanting him to know how good it felt. He turned me around and bent me over, flipping my skirt up over my torso. 

“Stick your pussy out,” he commanded me and I did as he asked. This was the moment I’d been waiting for, the moment where I got what I wanted. His cock plunged into my pussy and I almost instantly came on his cock as he slowly fucked me. Stifled sounds of contentment escaped from my mouth as I tried to cum in silence so none of our co-workers would find out what a slut I was for my boss. I knew I was a slut, and I deserved that title. I’d fucked a lot of men in my life. But this was different. What I had with my boss was something special, something that made me want to stop fucking all my other fuck boys and focus just on him. I wanted to love him and to let me love him back. The only problem was that he was married. He didn’t mind sticking his cock in me, but he wouldn’t seem to let me have his heart, no matter how hard I tried to get it. 

“I love you,” I moaned as I came and he didn’t flinch. He knew exactly how I felt by now. I couldn’t hide it. He’d pulled me aside and told me to my face that it was never going to happen, that he would never love me. I was nothing more than a set of holes that he liked to dump in while he was at work. And I was his secretary. 

“I know you do, you little slut! But I’m never going to love you back. I’m always going to use your cunt and your mouth and even your stupid little asshole!” his eyes shone with a hatred and disrespect that I now seemed to crave. No one had ever treated me like shit the way that he did, or done what he had done to me. Men had always bowed to my every whim, telling me how hot I was. This man made me fucking cream because he didn’t want me. 

I knew I was fucked up when his words made me cum yet again, this time my pussy squirting all over the cheap office carpet. 

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!” I said. 

“Sorry for what, you cunt? For cumming? Don’t apologize for being who you are – a piece of shit hole that I fuck while I’m at work. That’s all you’re ever going to be. You’re a stupid secretary. Take my fucking DICK-tation, bitch!” he said more loudly than he should have. He picked up the pace, fucking me harder than he’d ever fucked me, his balls slapping against my pussy. I couldn’t help it. I came so fucking hard that I screamed and he grabbed for my face and shoved his whole hand in my mouth. I bit down on his hand and he fucked me even harder. I screamed onto his hand and he dumped his cum up inside of me. 

“Take my cum, you fucking cum receptacle! This is what you’re good for. This is why I keep you around. Slut!” he finished in me and he let go of my body. I instantly crumpled to the floor, unable to support my own weight after the orgasm I’d had.

“Oh my God, are you okay!” he cried and he rushed to me and lifted my head. “Baby? Are you okay?” I looked up at him, at the concern in his eyes and I wondered if he really did love me somewhere deep inside. 

“I’m fine,” I said. “I just had a really intense orgasm.” 

“I saw that. It was hot,” he said with a wink. He reached his hands out to help me up and he pulled me to my feet for a small, intimate kiss. My lips hovered near his as I looked up into his eyes. I loved him so much. I couldn’t have him, and so he was the only thing I craved every single day. He was the reason I got up out of bed and went to work every morning. He was my reason for everything. 

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