Learning the Trade

I work at a job that I hate. I've been here for 2 years and hate everything about it. Well... everything except one person that is. My boss, Mr. Hails... who by every standard is comparable to a Greek God. 6' 5" dark brown hair, steely blue eyes and a face chiseled from stone. Most days I pretend to look busy while I try to find excuses to talk to him, look at him, hell to think about him.

Today I did not need a reason. "Kendra, will you come into my office please. We need to talk." As I follow behind my boss; I realize how small I am in comparison. My slender 5' 5" frame is completely in his shadow. I'm sure he could pick me up and toss my mere 105lbs around like a doll if he pleased.

I sit at the front of his desk and begin to panic a little. I've never been called into his office. Mr. Hails sits behind his desk, looking at me with the most intense face I've ever seen.

"So Kendra, today marks 2 years of you working for my company, I wanted to sit you down and go over your performance."

I try to listen, but the longer he talks, the more I zone out and begin to focus on more exciting things... I picture kissing his neck, as he growls in pleasure. Undoing his tie, and feeling my way to his growing cock.

"Kendra, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Shit! What did he say?!

"Umm..."

Mr Hails wastes no time while I struggle to find an answer.

"Here, come around the desk and i will just show you your statistics."

I walk around as I silently praise the decision to wear a low cut shirt today. I lean closer to his computer monitor, allowing my cleavage to spill out as he reads off the numbers. After several minutes in that position I regret the choice to wear stilletos, I begin to slightly rock back and forth.

"Here why don't you sit on my lap?" Mr. Hailes says, sensing my discomfort.

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I delicately balance on his lap and wiggle my ass to get comfortable. Instantly I'm soaked. I know right away that I have drenched my skirt with the juices of desire. As I wiggle, Mr. Hails lets out a low intense moan involuntary. He quickly clears his throat to cover his tracks. I freeze. Maybe I've gone too far...

Mr Hails tries to stay on task my reading aloud the reports. Then I begin to notice that he is rocking his hips back and forth. I let out a small sigh and bite my lip. I could cum right now! Instinctively, Mr Hailes places his hands on my hips and grinds himself against me. He's growling like an animal now. I squeal in delight as he grabs my tits and pinches them so hard I'm certain they will bruise.

Suddenly Mr Hails stands up and slams me against his desk. He bends over, nibbling on my ear while I cry from pleasure.

"I've always known you were a little slut Kendra. From now on your cunt belongs to me. You are mine alone to use and abuse."

He doesn't give me a chance to answer. Instead he shoves his had up my skirt and searches for my clit. I spread my legs wide to allow him as much access as possible. As soon as he brushes against my clit, I'm left breathless.

Mr. Hails rips my thong to shreds and begins lapping up my juices like a hungry lion.

"OH! Mr. Hails!!"

Suddenly Mr. Hails is standing tall, looking me in the eye with control that I've never seen before.

"Listen here slut. From this point forward, you may only call me master. We will go over the rest of the rules later; but master is the only title I will accept from your lips. Fail to do so, and you will be severely punished."

I simply nod. For some reason, he fills me with a complete desire to obey.

Master's eyes soften. He kisses me deeply, his tongue dances with mine. I moan from pleasure. Master lays me on his desk while he makes his way back down to my cunt. I scream as he fingers me ferociously. Master reaches up and grabs me by the throat, choking me slightly to quiet me.

"Oh... Oh! Mmmmm, Master I'm cumming!" I explode into an orgasm that leaves me dizzy. Before I can recover Master throws me to my knees, and I'm face to face with his monstrous cock.

"Suck." Master orders.

I immediately comply, sliding my tongue along his entire length. I reach back and cup his balls, being careful not to neglect them. Master moans deeply as I quicken my pace.

"Mmm yes little slut. Just like that. God, your face was made for fucking."

I can't help but feel delighted by his praise.

Suddenly Master grabs my head and begins ramming his thick cock down my throat as fast as he can.

"You like this don't you slut. God! Mmmm yes, just like that!"

I reach over and massage Master's balls. As soon as I touch them, he explodes. Sending hot cum down my throat. I do my best to swallow it all, but some escapes out of the corners of my mouth.

Master pulls me back up to face him. His chiseled features now much softer. He brushes a hand across my cheek and kisses me deeply. As soon as our lips part, master looks at me...

"You're fired."

To be continued