The Mean Manager's Office Slut

The Mean Manager Office Slut

I hate him. I hate him so much it makes me want to pull my hair out.

His stupid face and disgusting little smile. The way his eyes twinkled when he knew he was making me angry.

"Do you understand?" Jerome asked again, narrowing his eyes.

I glared at him.

He was standing over my desk in his well-fitting gray suit, his dark skin glistening in the office light. His hair was cropped short, and he had a little facial hair, like a five o'clock. He was grossly hot and objectively handsome. The dark eyes and jawline that could cut diamonds.

But he was also objectively an asshole.

"Yes," I growled. "I understand."

"Different thing every day with you," he said dismissively and walked back into his office.

I flipped him off in my head and stuck my tongue out in real life.

"Asshole," I whispered, dropping back into my seat.

I'd started this job three weeks ago and everyday he'd been an ass to me. I wasn't his secretary, yet he treated me like I was.

Get me coffee.

Call blah blah blah.

Set up this meeting.

I was about to scream his head off.

He created problems for me and then expected me to do double the amount of work to fix them. It was ridiculous. And terrible management.

When I got home that night to my small apartment, my roommate was already drinking wine on the couch, watching some reality TV. I dropped my things on the table and fell down beside her.

"Was he better today?"

"What do you think?"

She just handed me the bottle. "Tell me about it."

I talked her ear off until we were both tired of it.

"What does he even get out of it?" Beatrix asked. "Like why even be rude like that?"

"Sadistic," I told her. "He's evil, he has to be."

We were both getting buzzed.

"Are you going to quit?" she asked.

I thought about it, then shook my head. "Not yet."

"Why?"

There wasn't a clear answer I could come up with. And yes, I was aware he might have been manipulating me for this very reason. To goad me into working harder.

"Is he tall?" Beatrix asked.

"I guess."

"Handsome?"

"Kinda."

Beatrix drank from her glass. "You should try to fuck him."

My mouth fell open and I felt my face grow red. But it was just the wine, I was sure of it. "I'd rather die."

She laughed. "Oh, god, Ronnie, you're so down for this guy."

I took a long drink. "Shut up."

"Jake is coming over," she said a second later.

I let my head roll back, the motion making my head spin. "Early night then."

"Sorry," Beatrix mumbled.

Jake was her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, and future boyfriend all wrapped into one. They fucked about twice a week.

Beatrix jumped up and hugged me. "You'll be alright. You're too pretty to be suffering like this."

I barely hugged her back and set the wine on the table, then trudged to the bathroom.

A shower made me feel better. Then I was just in bed, reading some smutty romance.

The princess was fucking the hot bad guy again. What a shocker. It made me horny. I was so predictable.

They were like catnip to me.

For some ungodly reason, I began imagining Jerome as the bad guy and me as the princess. My mind is sick like that. It must've been the wine.

My hand slipped between my legs, and the book fell from my hand. I was already wet. Soaked, actually. My fingers worked a small circle around my clit, and I thought ofhim.

I thought of Jerome and his chiseled fucking chin.

When I finally came, it was to the thought of my riding his face, smothering him.

The bastard.

***

The next day Jerome didn't even speak to me. It was as if a switch had flipped for some reason. He was in his office when I got to work and still there when I left. He didn't ask for coffee. Didn't ask for work or anything. He just ignored me.

I went home annoyed, still. For a reason I couldn't fathom.

I decided I wasn't going to let him ignore me. He didn't get to cold shoulder me after being an ass for three weeks.

The following morning, I brought him a coffee. I knocked once then went in. He was behind his desk, the windows behind him showing the city. He wore a dark blue suit and white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the thick muscle of his forearms.

"What?" he asked, not looking up.

"Coffee," I said, setting it on his desk.

He already had one by his keyboard.

"I'm good," he told me.

"Anything you need for today?"

"Just give me some peace and quiet," he told me. "I'm working on a big project."

I bit my cheek, wanting to snap at him. "Alright. Let me know, I guess."

He didn't even look up, just nodded.

I stormed back to my desk, dropped into my seat and got to work, my eyes flicking back to his office over and over. I was bored, too. I got my work done quickly.

After lunch, Jerome came out of his office, the vein on his neck bulging. "Did you get that report done?"

I fumbled for words. "I've done them all."

"Even the Griggs Audit?"

My brow furrowed. "It wasn't in my workload."

"I need you to be better," he snapped, his voice rising, carrying across the office floor.

"I can have it done by three."

"Fine, if that's the best you can do."

Then he was back in his office, the door slammed behind him.

I tried not to look around at my co-workers, I'm sure most of whom were staring at me. He'd just embarrassed me.Again.

The audit was done by two thirty and I walked it into his office and threw it onto his desk. "Griggs Audit," was all I said and then left him.

I didn't hear from him until five o'clock the next day. He shot me a message.

"Come see me before you leave."

Finishing up some work, I saw him ten minutes later. I knocked on his door and he said, "Come in."

I stepped into his office, and she said, "Close the door behind you, this will only take a moment."

His eyes looked up and down at me as I closed the door. I was wearing a black skirt that went to my knees and a white blouse. I knew I looked good in it. My dark hair was done up and my make-up impeccable.

While he was wearing tan khakis and a blue, tucked-in polo.

"Veronica," he said, his voice deeper than normal. "I just wanted to tell you that you did good this week. You did a lot of good work. I know I pushed you, it's just I think you have potential."

I swallowed. "Thank you."

Jerome stood at his fullest height, looking down at me. "Credit where credit is due."

"I appreciate the words," I mumbled.

"Good. Now I want you to take a look at this before I send it off." He motioned for me to come around the desk. "It's an email I'm sending upstairs."

I stepped close to him. He smelled like citrus and sweat. It was intoxicating.

He stepped out of the way for me, but only just. I bent over the computer to read the email. One of his hands rested against my lower back with firm, heavy pressure.

"Tell me what you think?"

I wanted to shrug it off. I wanted to turn around and smack him...but instead, I leaned into it. I leaned into his fucking hand and even bent over slightly more.

In the reflection of the computer, I saw him glance down at my back, to the smooth curve of my ass.

I could barely read the email, my body was almost shaking from this contact with him.

"Well?"

"I...it's really good."

His hand slid lower...

"I think it'll..."

And lower to touch my ass.

"No...typos?" he asked.

His other hand was on my back now, pushing me down to the desk while his hand on my ass moved lower yet.

I shivered, letting him do it.

"None," I breathed. "That I can see."

"Well..." he began, lifting my skirt and slipping his hand onto my skin.

I shuddered at his touch. I shuddered at the fact that I was letting his asshole touch me like this.

My breasts pressed into his desk, and I felt his other hand leave my upper back. "You're talented...Veronica...but I need to know you're interested in this for the long haul."

"I am," I said. "I want this."

"Good. You'll have to prove it to me."

Cool air brushed my ass, and I knew my skirt was showing them. I'd worn white lace panties. Don't ask me why.

"You're so beautiful, Veronica."

I moaned as he touched my ass.

"You're going to be my slut from now on. Do you understand?"

"I-"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

My god I was in for it. I wanted to be his slut so bad. I hated him and yet I wanted to fuck his brains out.

"Prove it."

But before I could move, with the intent of sucking his cock, he spanked me.

*SMACK*

The sound echoed in the small office.

"You like that?"

My pussy was throbbing.

"Yes, sir."

*SMACK*

"Good. I like you, Veronica. I want you to be successful here."

*SMACK*

"I think you can be, with my help."

*SMACK*

"Yes, sir."

My skin was stinging from his spanking.

He leaned in, whispering into my ear, "Get on your knees and prove you want this."

I slid to the floor, my pussy a puddle. The carpet was warm, and I turned, finding him above me, his handsome face looking down. His cock was pressed against his pants.

I fumbled for his zipper, fighting to get it out. I needed it inside me. I needed too..

Jerome's black cock jumped out at me, and I froze. It washuge.

He smiled. "Surprised?"

I swallowed, taking its girth in my small hands. I could barely grip around it. Stroking it slowly, I got onto my knees.

"Is this what you want?" I asked, looking into his eyes as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

"Yes."

I swirled my tongue around his cock and drove it deeper into my mouth. It felt so good, tasted so good. His cock flexed against my throat. I could almost take all of it...

"Just like that..."

His hands grabbed my head, and he began to fuck my mouth. It was slow at first, as he allowed me to figure out how to take his huge girth. Then it became faster.

The office was filled with the sound of me gagging. Spit was flying and my eyes were quickly watering. "Touch yourself," he told me.

My fingers found the wetness between my legs. I played with my pussy while he fucked my mouth. Soon the feeling was too much, and I felt my orgasm rising...and rising...and rising.

I came with his cock in my mouth, but he'd stopped moving too, just watching me, my mouth full, cumming hard.

My moan only barely made it past his cock.

Then he took it out, stroking it himself as he rubbed his balls on my face and into my mouth. I licked them hungrily. My tongue went in circles as he touched himself.

I continued to touch myself as he smacked my face with his cock.

"Just like that..." he told me. "You're my office slut, Veronica."

"Yes, sir."

He fell into the chair behind him and said, "Take off your shirt."

I did, showing him my white bra and DD's.

"Use them on me," he told me.

She leaned forward, unclipping my bra and letting my tits fall free. Jerome watched me, his eyes wide on my breasts.

"You like them?" she asked.

He nodded.

I took his cock from him and spit on it, stroking it before I placed it between my tits. Then I fucked his big black cock with my tits.

Jerome's mouth split open, and his chest began to heave.

"My god, Veronica. You're amazing."

When he couldn't take it anymore, he picked me up and set me on the desk, my tits jiggling and moist. He took off my skirt and panties, then propped his big cock at my pussy, rubbing up and down.

"You want this?"

I was looking up at him, my eyes hungry, my mouth wet. "Yes, sir."

"Good."

Then he stuck it in me. I moaned as he began to fuck me. His cock was so big...so big it filled every part of my pussy. His hands were on my tits as he drove into me.

"You like my cock, slut?" he asked.

I nodded, "I like it a lot...sir."

Then I came out of nowhere. "Ahhhhhhhh...uhhhhhhhhh....fuuuuuuuuck."

I'd never come just from penetration before, but he was so big...so big I could feel every vein on his cock.

"Good job, Veronica. Take it just like that."

And I did, for a long time, cumming twice more on his cock.

He flipped me over after a while, taking me from behind. He teased my ass with his tip but only slid it into my pussy.

Jerome spanked me while he fucked me, the email he'd asked about still up on his computer.

*SMACK*

"You're my favorite-"

*SMACK*

"Veronica..."

*SMACK*

"Your pussy feels perfect..."

*SMACK*

He reached around to put fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them hard, moaning through each thrust. My pussy was quaking, knowing my asshole boss was fucking it so hard.

Jerome pulled out and stuck three fingers into my pussy from behind, finger fucking me. I was so turned on I began to squirt, another thing I'd never done before.

"That's it," he told me.

I started to cum while he did it. "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkkkkk, that feels so goooooood."

Then his cock was back, stretching my sweet pussy, rubbing the walls and plunging me to my core.

Jerome threw one of my legs up on the desk, his hands squeezing my ass. I felt him spit and rub the lubricant on my ass.

I was too turned on to care.

"Oh fuck," I squealed when his thumb went into my ass.

"Perfect little ass, Veronica," he moaned.

His cock was harder than ever inside me.

"I'm going to cum," he said,

"Not inside me," I pleaded, his thrusts getting faster. I wasn't on birth control.

"Not in your pussy..." he said, the implication clear.

"Yesssss," I moaned.

His thumb had loosened my ass, but his cock was still huge. It took him a full minute to get the tip in, adding spit to each attempt.

The pain mixed with pleasure was almost took much, I flailed, hitting the computer off the desk to crash into the floor. "Holy fucking shiiiit..." I cried.

He didn't stop sliding into my ass. "You can take it," he said confidently, though I wasn't so sure.

Of course, he was right.

Jerome found my tits with is hands, massaging them, as if it would help his cock fit. Slowly, ever so slowly, with master like control, he began to fuck my ass.

It felt so good I was like puddy before him. A mess of wetness and mindless pleasure. His cock had destroyed me.

"Your ass is mine now," he told me. "It's my pussy, my ass, my slut."

"Yes, sir."

I want to hear you say it. "My pussy is yours. My ass is yours."

His cock was going to make me cum. It was hitting from a different spot...a deeper place in my ass. As if my G-Spot had been hiding there, waiting for him.

"What else?" he asked, his voice throaty.

"I'm your slut."

"Good."

Then he came, his cock flexed and his cum filled my ass. I was shaking, my body pressed to the desk, my hands bracing me. He dumped his seed into me, and I took every drop like it was my job. Because it was.

I knew now why he was so mean to me. He was testing me. Seeing if I could handle him.

Now he knew I could.

Jerome pulled out of me slowly and I felt his hot cum slipping out of me, too, running down my legs. He pulled my skirt back down and pulled his pants up.

"I'll see you in the morning," he said gruffly, back to his asshole self. "And I'll next you to stay late on Monday. Now, clean upyourmess."

I glared at him as he left me there, panting, fulfilled, and pissed.

I'd squirted all over his chair, carpet and window.

A small smile played across my lips.

Next, I'd leave him to clean uphismess.

The bastard had it coming, after all.