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My Boss, My Slut
by Ving (oldbeatnik007@hotmail.com)

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My boss makes a mistake and comes under my control. 
(MMF, reluc, blkmail, inc, mast, anal, bd)

***

I walked into the office expecting just another boring 
day. I had just finished a big project for an old 
customer and when all was said and done I wound up out 
of the box and gave him some unsolicited advice. I 
went against company policy, but I figured for an old 
and trusted customer honesty was better than business. 
I had just taken my coat off when I was summoned to my 
boss' office. Brenda Barlyle was an MBA; a woman with 
smarts but no people skills whatsoever. 

She was rather pretty and might have a great body; but 
with her blonde hair always in a bun, and the rather 
drab pantsuits and baggy blouses she always wore it 
was hard to tell for sure. She looked to be in her 
mid-thirties and had been at the company just over 4 
months. In that time she had successfully alienated 
just about everybody on the floor. She was demanding 
rather than supportive, harsh rather than tactful; 
brash and overbearing might be better terms, though 
impolite. We all figured she was a recent grad school 
graduate and was hired because the company needed a 
woman executive.

I was ushered into her office by her very harried and 
nervous secretary. Harriot Jones walked on egg shells 
trying to satisfy Ms. Barlyle, who seemed totally 
capable of never being satisfied.

As I entered her spacious office I noticed my report 
file on the Dalbon project I had just finished in her 
hands. As I looked up to her face all I saw was a mask 
of fury. In a voice that would freeze water she asked 
me

"Mister Brown do you make it a habit advising our 
clients go to our competitors? Don't answer that, I 
don't want to know. I do know you are fired. I want 
you out of this building within the hour or I will 
call security and have you taken out. I cannot believe 
this report. And one of our most valued clients. I 
have no idea how I am going to tell Mister Acres what 
you did. But I am sure he will be pleased to know I at 
least fired you. Now get out of my sight."

She obviously didn't want to hear my thinking on the 
subject so I had no choice but to turn and head back 
to my desk and start cleaning out my meager 
belongings. As I was about to open the door it was 
opened for me by Mr. Acres. He strode into the room 
with the biggest smile on his face. When he saw me his 
smile got even bigger.

"Brown, just the man I wanted to see. Glad you had him 
in your office Ms. Barlyle, now I get to tell you both 
the good news. I just got off a conference call with 
Dalbon and Haaris. When you advised Dalbon to go to 
Haaris instead of using us, Brown, he thought it was 
the most honest piece of advice he had ever heard. So 
he called Haaris and told him what you did. Haaris 
then called me and he too was taken by your honesty. 
The upshot my boy, is that our company and Haaris are 
going to merge and our stock price just went up 10 
bucks. You just made me a millionaire son, and the 
company billions."

He looked at Ms. Barlyle and said with a smile

"Whatever you do, don't let this guy get away. Haaris 
told me he would double his salary if he came to work 
in their special projects division. So you both get a 
raise and I want you to do everything in your power 
Ms. Barlyle to see that Brown here stays happy and 
continues to do exemplary work, for us, and not for 
Haaris, am I understood?"

A very confused Ms. Barlyle could only nod, words 
failing her.

"Good, I'm glad we have an understanding, maybe Brown 
here can get you to loosen up some, you're a good 
numbers cruncher but I'm hearing people are not happy 
with your, mmm, how can I say this, your demeanor? You 
might try lightening up some on the diatribes, Ms. 
Barlyle, a happy office is a productive office. Well 
congratulations to you both, you'll hear from HR about 
the raises but I'm sure you'll both be pleased, and 
Brown?" he looked at me

"Don't make it a habit of giving our clients away, the 
next one might not be as accommodating," and then he 
gave a hearty laugh, shook my hand and said thanks 
once again and walked out, leaving a deadly silence in 
his wake.

We looked at each other without speaking for what 
seemed like an eternity. I knew what she was thinking, 
how to apologize and get me to stay. She had no idea 
what I was thinking.

I am a balding, potbellied, late 50's blob. I smoke, I 
drink, and I don't fuck. I haven't had a woman that 
wasn't paid for in at least 20 years. My right hand 
and porno on the internet have become my best friends. 
And because of that internet use my sexual interests 
have become somewhat perverted from the norm. My most 
recent fantasies maybe about to come true.

Finally Ms. Barlyle was able to speak

"Well, obviously I was wrong and you are most welcome 
to return to your desk. No hard feelings?" and she put 
her hand out to shake. I ignored it.

"No Ms. Barlyle, there are many hard feelings. You 
fired me without giving me a chance to explain my 
thinking about why I did what I did. You lord over 
this office like a queen, paying no attention to the 
hurt left in your wake. But things are about to 
change, and change for the better, although you might 
not think so, at least at first."

Ms. Barlyle looked at me with the first hints of fear 
overtaking her face.

"Wh..wh...what do you mean?" she finally stammered 
out.

"I mean that from now on you will do what I say and 
what I want. You heard Mr. Acres, and I quote 'do 
everything in your power to keep Mr. Brown happy', and 
if Mr. Brown isn't happy he walks and tells Mr. Acres 
you fired him."

Now the fear was written in bold ink

"What do you want from me?"

"Simple, I want a new you. A kindler, gentler you, and 
I might add, a much sexier you." and I laughed.

She sank to her chair and started crying. That I 
didn't expect, hissing, spitting, swearing I expected 
from the tough broad that stalked the office, but 
crying? that I didn't know how to cope with. But what 
man truly knows how to cope with a crying woman.

I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder

"There there," I said, "it won't be so hard, you just 
need to simmer down."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not a woman in a 
man's job. I've got to be tough, cause if I'm not 
people will walk on me and not respect me," she 
managed to say between sobs."

"So that's why you've been so hard on everyone, you 
think you need to be tough to get respect? Well you 
don't, you just need to be competent, show people that 
you are well qualified to do your job and that will 
earn their respect. You don't have to yell at them, 
just give constructive advice."

Now as for me, well, you are now going to start 
wearing more feminine clothes. I want to see you in 
skirts and dresses."

"But people won't take me seriously if I start wearing 
that, they'll think I'm just some woman easy to push 
over."

"No they won't, that is just some feminist propaganda 
that you bought into. There is one other little 
request that I have of you to make me happy. You are 
going to have sex with me anytime and anywhere I want 
it."

Her head snapped up and the tears instantly stopped. 
She looked at me with a look of disbelief, that she 
hadn't heard me right, but afraid she did.

"You, Ms. Barlyle, are going to be my slave. You are 
going to do what I want, when I want and how I want. 
There will be no back talk or excuses. If you disobey 
me I walk and tell Acres you fired me. Are we clear on 
that point? You WILL do as I say, whether you like it 
or not. I will not be a hard master for you, and if I 
guess right you will come to enjoy all that will be 
asked of you."

The tears started again, but this time I didn't care. 
While she sat in her chair nearly petrified I took the 
pins from her hair and let it fall to its natural 
state. It was a beautiful shade of ash blonde and it 
fell to the middle of her back fanning out in a just 
ruffled way. It was stunning and it instantly turned 
her stern exterior into a softer persona. I took her 
suit jacket off her, she helping in a robotic way. 

Her white baggy blouse was next, I began to unbutton 
it. She gave me a deer in the headlights look but made 
no move to stop me. She knew I was in control and she 
had no way out. I heard her sigh, resigned to her 
fate. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it 
off. She was wearing the ugliest bra I have ever seen. 
It was huge, covering her breasts completely, with not 
a hint of cleavage. I took it off too, very quickly, I 
couldn't stand the sight of it. Finally I got to see 
her bare tits. S

he went to cover them with her hands but stopped when 
she saw me shake my head no. She had her head turned 
so she wouldn't see me as I ogled her breasts. They 
were really nice, firm, about a 36c, and the nipples 
were rather large, even not aroused they stood out. I 
grinned thinking how great they would look when she 
was ready to be fucked.

I reached down for the snaps and zipper of her pants. 
She still sat like a zombie, not helping, but not 
hindering either; she lifted her ass up when I began 
to tug her pants off her hips and down her legs. If I 
thought her bra was ugly, her panties were even worse. 
They were some kind of elastic/plastic material; thick 
and went from her waist to her thighs. I guess it 
might have been a girdle, but who wore them anymore? 
Apparently Ms. Barlyle. I grabbed her hands and made 
her stand so I could get them off her. 

Again she offered no resistance as I tugged, pulled 
and eventually worked them from her body. She wanted 
to cover her pubes with her hands but I grabbed them 
in mine and held them while I stared at her pussy. It 
was covered in fine whitish hair, thick, but so fine 
it was see through. I had a good look at her pussy 
lips. While I was doing so a remarkable thing 
happened. Right before my eyes her pussy lips parted 
and I saw her clit peek out from its hiding place. My 
staring at her was turning her on whether she liked it 
or not.

I clicked on the intercom. "Ms. Jones, please hold all 
calls for Ms. Barlyle for the next hour or so, she is 
going to be busy on a new project Mr. Acres gave her 
and me to do."

"Certainly Mr. Brown, are there any supplies or papers 
you want me to get for you?" she replied.

"No Ms. Jones, we're fine for the present. In fact why 
don't you take your morning break. She won't need you 
for the next hour or so. Go shopping or do errands. 
You could use the time off."

"Oh Mr. Brown, are you sure? that is something Ms. 
Barlyle would not approve of."

I looked at her and nodded my head towards the 
intercom.

She got my silent message and said

"It's okay, Ms. Jones, you have my permission to leave 
for as long as you need."

You could hear the gasp of astonishment

"Thank you, Ms. Barlyle, that is most kind of you."

I clicked off and guided Ms. Barlyle to the edge of 
her desk. I leaned her back against it and told her to 
spread her legs which she reluctantly did. I kneelt in 
front of her and put my face next to her pussy. Her 
aroma was wonderful, at once sensual, sexual and 
physical. I could see moisture on her labia and her 
clit was extended out of its hood. Some part of her 
was excited about her ordeal. 

I leaned forward and put my mouth on her pussy lips. 
She squealed and flinched but did not move away. I 
extended my tongue and licked her lips from her ass 
hole to her clit. She smelled and tasted a little like 
cinnamon. I felt her body shudder and could feel her 
thighs shake as they rubbed against my shoulders. I 
licked once again and then zeroed in on her clit. 

Pursing my lips around it and gently kissing and 
sucking on it. Then I lapped it with my tongue. She 
moaned aloud and sank back onto the desk, resting her 
ass cheeks on it as she orgasmed. I gave her a few 
moments to recover and then attacked her pussy again 
with my mouth and tongue. This time I licked her ass 
hole and pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as it 
would go before bringing her off by sucking and 
lapping her clit. I once again waited for her to come 
back to earth. 

Now I replaced my mouth with my fingers. Rubbing her 
well lubricated cutely puckered ass hole and then 
sticking two fingers into her pussy while 
simultaneously stroking her clit. She came again 
instantly; grabbing on to my arm while her body jerked 
and twitched. 

I stood back from her and looked at her, I mean really 
looked at her. She was a very pretty woman, not 
beautiful, or stunning, but with a little toning and 
shaping here and there she would be the perfect eye 
candy on my arm. But beneath the exterior I was 
sensing something else; a different dynamic was taking 
place inside her psyche.

"I have never felt like that before in my life. No man 
has ever made me respond like that," she said aloud. I 
don't think she was talking to me, I think she was 
just making a statement of fact. She then looked at me 
and said

"I think I can do this. But there is just one thing. 
Make sure you make it plain I have no other choice, I 
have to do what you say or face consequences I can't 
bear to face. Can you do that Mr. Brown?"

Now I was stunned. It took me a second or two to 
gather my thoughts.

"Yes I can do that, for it's true, Ms. Barlyle. I hold 
your fate in my hands. I can not only have you fired 
from your six figure job, but I can have you 
blackballed from your chosen profession. So we should 
be able to get along just great, but it occurs to me 
that your job description has changed a bit. It also 
now contains the demand to make me happy. Like Mr. 
Acres said do everything in your power to make me 
happy; except now you will do everything in my power 
to make me happy. And to make me happy you will be my 
sex toy; something I can play with to my heart's 
desire. Do you think you can do that Ms. Barlyle?"

She was silent for just a moment

"Yes Mr. Brown, I can do that, my fate is in your 
hands as is my body," she stated like it was an oath, 
which in a way it was. She was now bond to me.

I smiled at her 

"Finally we can put aside the formality, my name is 
Harold, but please call me Hank, and you are Brenda 
right?"

She smiled also, 

"Yes my name is Brenda and Hank it is."

I looked at her seriously

"It's Hank when it is not Sir," I said as I stared 
hard at her.

She was no dummy and got my meaning instantly.

"Yes sir, I understand sir."

"Good, now why don't you invite me to dinner at your 
house tonight. We can have a leisurely meal while I 
tell you the rules for our new relationships; both 
working and sexual."

"Sir would you like to come to my house this evening 
for dinner?"

"Ummm, maybe, what are you serving?"

Her mouth dropped open, not the answer she was 
expecting. I laughed

"Beef stroganoff and steamed vegetables," she finally 
managed

"Yummy, I love beef stroganoff. I hope you are a 
better cook than you are a boss. Is seven a good 
time?"

"I am a very good cook," she huffed, "and as for that 
boss crack, you and I both know that will change."

"Yes, yes it will. Now write down your address so I 
know where I'm going then I got to get back to work. 
And you might want to get dressed as well, even though 
you look beautiful naked."

The way she started made me think she actually forgot 
she was completely nude.

"See you at seven Brenda," I said as I opened the door 
and walked out of her office.

Life had just taken an unusual turn to say the least, 
but I was certainly looking forward to it.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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