As I made my way to the small office building where I worked, anxiety descended on me like an attacker. Why was I doing something so stupid? And how could Mason be so sure I wouldn't lose my job?

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw my boyfriend sitting behind the wheel of his car. His smile was easy as he waved me forward.

During the drive, I'd warned him that he and I would be living together if my boss decided to fire me today. "If I'm unemployed, I won't be able to pay rent." 

Mason had merely shrugged. "I'd planned to ask you to move in with me anyway. I make enough to support us both." He briefly looked away from the road to witness my astounded expression. "But you don't have to worry about any of that, Juliet. Your boss isn't gonna fire you."

I wasn't convinced, and I knew Mr. Knox a hell of a lot better than Mason did.

Poised to open the door which led into the office reception area, I gave Mason a final pleading stare. He just idled in the parking lot, his face watchful. I realized he wouldn't drive away until I'd actually entered the building.

After taking a shaky breath, I did just that.

Though the business regularly had clients stopping by, most scheduled an appointment beforehand. This afternoon, it was just me and Mr. Knox at the office. Standing inside the entrance, I blinked at my desk, which I'd left tidy and ready for my return. My blazer hung over the back of my chair, a reminder of the professionalism I'd displayed up to now.

I thought of bolting toward the restroom to clean myself up, despite my promise to Mason that I wouldn't. Back at Hunter's auto repair shop, the two men had ordered me to leave the door open while I took a piss in the tiny, poorly lit bathroom.

"Just to keep you honest," Hunter teased. 

He'd already seen every intimate part of me, so I wasn't shy about emptying my bladder in front of him and Mason. Once I'd finished and washed my hands at the sink, Mason forbade me to splash water on my face. 

Before he and I stepped back outside, Hunter slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. I weakened into his kiss until he was practically holding me upright.

"It was a pleasure, Juliet," he whispered in my ear, then gave my ass a squeeze.

Mason's grin made it clear he enjoyed seeing his friend grope me. And since I had both their cum oozing out of my pussy at that moment, I certainly didn't mind Hunter's roaming hands.

It was only when Mason and I were back in his car that I could check out my reflection in the sun visor mirror. What I saw made me release a horrified wail. 

My eye makeup had run as a result of my tears when I'd eagerly gagged myself on Hunter's dick. My lips were swollen, and my hair was a fucking mess. I took it down from the bun and desperately ran my fingers through the strands. 

Mason wouldn't allow me to have my purse until I was ready to get out of his car. I clutched it to my chest now, trying not to hyperventilate. If I ran toward the short hallway that led to the restroom, I'd have to pass Mr. Knox's open office door. He would be sure to see me.

Again, I smoothed a hand over my hair and wiped at my face. To my horror, I felt fresh cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy. And my panties were still in my purse.

I lingered near the door, immobilized by panic. I could always flee to my own car in the parking lot. I could drive to my apartment and shower. I'd call Mr. Knox and tell him I had suddenly felt ill and needed to go home.

But before I had the chance to act on the plan, my boss appeared in his office doorway. His warm smile faded into a look of alarm as soon as he caught sight of me.

"My God, Juliet, what happened? Are you okay?" With his long legs, he rapidly closed the distance between us.

"I'm okay!" My voice was so high-pitched that I sounded hysterical. "Sorry I'm such a mess."

Standing before me, he placed a hand on my upper arm. "Did you go to your doctor's appointment? I saw Mason pick you up. Did you two have..." His stare swept over my body, taking in my disheveled state. "Some kind of argument?"

"No, nothing like that!" 

Dear God, Mr. Knox thought Mason had assaulted me! And I could understand why. My fingers could do only so much to tame my hair, and my face was still a mess. My mascara had left dark smudges around my hazel eyes. My blouse and skirt were rumpled, and I had a snag in my stockings.

I struggled to come up with any excuse for my appearance. While I stammered out a few words, Mr. Knox leaned toward me. In an instant, his blue eyes widened. Then his jaw clenched as his stare hardened.

"You don't need to explain, Juliet." His tone was uncharacteristically cold. "I can smell it on you."

A flood of dread sloshed inside me; I feared I might vomit right there. "I'm sorry, Mr. Knox," I blurted out. "I was going to wash up in the restroom..."

He strode to the door and locked it. Turning back to me, he said in a dangerously quiet voice, "In my office. Now."

I blinked back tears while obeying his order. There was no doubt in my mind that I was about to be fired. 

Mr. Knox was right on my heels, almost crowding me as I entered his private office. After shutting the door behind us, he turned off the overhead light and went to close the blinds. Seconds later, the room was encased in shadow, its normal brightness now muted.

And just when I thought I couldn't feel any more humiliated and ashamed, another load of semen gushed out of my pussy and started crawling down my inner thigh.

"I'm sorry!" I said again, this time through a sob. Mr. Knox watched me grab several tissues from the box on his desk. I half-turned away from him while lifting up my skirt and wiping the cum from my skin.

"For God's sake," he muttered.

My boss waited until I tossed the soiled tissues in the wastebasket before he spoke again. "Sit on my desk." He pushed aside some papers to clear a spot for me on the desktop's edge. "You're so filthy, I don't want you sitting on the furniture."

His disgust was more than I could bear. "Look, I know I'm fired." My shoulders jerked as I tried to suppress another sob. "I just want to get my things and go. I'll leave my office key behind—"

"I said, sit down!"

His booming voice made me jump. Immediately, I slid onto his desk, making sure to keep my skirt smoothed beneath me. 

He stood a few feet away, hands on his hips. "What did you hope to accomplish by behaving like this, Juliet? I never dreamed you'd be so disrespectful!"

Tears streamed down my cheeks. My only consolation was that my face couldn't look any worse.

I realized it was time for the truth. I was already out of a job, so confessing to Mr. Knox wouldn't cost me anything at this point.

"I wanted you to see me as more than your assistant," I babbled. "That's why I chose to do this on a workday. I wanted Mason and his friend to treat me like a slut, so both of them fucked me earlier."

Mr. Knox's jaw dropped at my revelation.

"That's been a fantasy of mine," I rushed on. "But another part of the fantasy involved me coming back here after I'd been used as a fucktoy." Though my voice dropped to little more than a whisper, I refused to avert my eyes. "So you could use me, too."

I braced myself, preparing to be castigated again. Seconds ticked by, the silence making each one feel endless.

Mr. Knox's expression softened. He grabbed another tissue from the box and then moved to stand directly before me.

"You foolish girl," he whispered while gently wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Don't you know I've always wanted you?"

Now I was the one stunned into speechlessness; I could only shake my head. All this time, I'd been oblivious to what Mason had perceived upon first meeting my boss.

Mr. Knox cupped my face in his hands. "And now, you want me to have my way with you?"

His gaze had grown hungry in an instant.

"Y-yes," I said. "I've fantasized about it so many times."

His lips, so full and soft, were tender on mine, but our first kiss made me whimper with need.

Flashing a playful smile, he told me, "I'll need to clean you up first."

Again, I offered to tidy up in the restroom. "It will take just a few minutes."

But Mr. Knox ordered me to stay right where I was. My brow furrowed in confusion when he pulled a chair right up to the desk and sat down in front of me. I let him slip off my heels and run his palms along my calves.

"Does Mason know of your fantasy about me?" Mr. Knox's fingers traveled higher, drawing up my skirt in the process.

"Yes." I'd begun trembling, and it carried into my voice. "He was the one who insisted I come back here looking like this. He was sure you'd..."

My boss lifted his head to regard me. "He was sure I'd fuck you?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. All the while, Mr. Knox kept revealing more of my thighs. Finally, I lifted my ass off the desk a little so he could bunch my skirt around my waist. 

"Lie back," he urged. "Let me see what those men did to you."

Though my face burned with fresh embarrassment, his words started a fierce throb in my cunt. Easing back, I shivered from the desk's coolness. I fixed my stare on the sunlight-dappled ceiling.

He was careful while spreading my legs wide. I planted my feet on the desk's edge, my position oddly clinical. I was reminded of being in the stirrups at the gynecologist's office.

"Ooh, they certainly had fun with you, sweetheart." Mr. Knox's breath drifted over my exposed sex. I let out a moan when he grazed my clit with a fingertip. "You let them both come inside your gorgeous pussy?"

"Yes," I admitted. As if he couldn't tell. Hunter wasn't exaggerating when he claimed to have a big load for me.

"And will you let me come inside you?" Mr. Knox asked before planting a kiss on my inner thigh.

"God, yes!" 

His tongue snaked along my skin, following the same trail the rivulet of cum had made earlier.

"But not until I get you nice and clean," he reminded me.

Then he grabbed my hips, pulled me even closer to his face, and began licking my inner labia.

I squealed in shock. I'd expected him to stand up, whip out his dick, and fuck me. I never dreamed he'd go down on me when I was such a filthy mess!

"Mmm!" His hearty moan was muffled by my pussy. Propping myself up a little, I watched as he kissed and sucked at my flesh. His expression was one of visceral satisfaction.

My own arousal ramped up until I struggled not to grind against his mouth. Resting a hand on his head, I felt the warmth of his scalp through his thinning hair. I stroked him while issuing faint cries.

His tongue traveled lower to probe my entrance. 

"Ah, fuck!" I choked out.

Mr. Knox lifted my legs and spread me farther apart. Now, he could work more of his tongue into my cunt. Another moan escaped him, revealing his pleasure at eating creampie. 

My hand went to my breast. Through my blouse and bra, I teased my nipple. My cries bordered on wails when he started fucking me with his tongue. I couldn't believe how deep it was inside me!

He soon had me quaking on that desk, ready to come.

"Please," I begged. "I need..."

"I know what you need." His tongue slid up to my clit, still sensitive from before. Wrapping his lips around that bud, he sucked fiercely.

My spine arched, and I cupped both hands over my mouth to suppress a scream. At the height of my climax, Mr. Knox thrust two fingers into me.

I was still twitching and shuddering when he climbed to his feet. Lifting his hand, he displayed the fingers which had just been buried inside my pussy. His skin was slick with viscous fluid, a mixture of my lubrication and the semen his tongue hadn't been able to reach.

I didn't flinch from those fingers as he brought them to my mouth. While gazing up at my boss, I sucked both digits clean. The taste was sharp, both bitter and tangy. And Mr. Knox had clearly loved it.

Resting his weight upon me, he cradled my head in his palm and lifted me toward him. There was nothing tender about his kiss now, for his tongue was insistent in sliding between my lips. Again, that taste, both filthy and arousing. Something I never dreamed I'd experience.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "I won't show your cunt any mercy."

A tremor rippled through my body as he took out his cock. My stare was riveted to his erection, about seven inches long and even thicker than Hunter's.

I yelped in surprise when Mr. Knox grabbed my blouse and gave the fabric a violent tug. Buttons popped loose and skittered onto the desk around me. My boss didn't bother unhooking my bra; he simply pulled the straps from my shoulders and then yanked the undergarment down until it was just above my skirt. 

I watched him pinch and tug on my nipples. His touch was punishing, and it made my cunt ache to be filled.

When our eyes met, I gave him a daring grin. "Use me."

Mr. Knox lined his tip up with my entrance and pushed inside me with a brutal thrust. 

"Holy shit!" I sounded short of breath. I'd never been fucked by such a girthy dick, and Mr. Knox gave me little time to adjust. After burying himself inside me balls deep, his jaw slackened, and his eyes briefly closed. I was thrilled he found me sufficiently tight, seeing as how I'd been railed by two other men earlier.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned. 

And then he abandoned all restraint. Gripping my legs, Mr. Knox drove himself into me with a relentless rhythm. Though I felt a twinge of pain each time he thrust, I discovered I craved it.

I pulled on my nipples until I'd drawn my skin taut. "Ruin me with that big cock!"

He was sweating through his fine shirt. The room now reeked of sex, and a filthy squelching sound accompanied our fucking. I wondered how it felt for my boss to drive his dick into a cum-filled pussy. He kept looking down to witness our coupling. The rapt expression on his face made me think he didn't at all mind the previous deposits Mason and Hunter had made. Maybe Mr. Knox enjoyed it, just as he enjoyed cleaning up after both men.

In just minutes, I was at the precipice again. To push myself over, I reached between my legs and furiously rubbed my clit.

"That's it!" Mr. Knox's laugh was taunting. "Play with your pussy like a whore!"

"Are you..." A pre-orgasmic shudder choked off my words for a few seconds. "Are you really gonna come inside me!"

He rotated his hips, giving my inner walls an exquisite massage with his meaty cock. "Absolutely, baby." His face twisted into a near snarl. "I'll make you my little cumslut."

I wailed while spasming all around him. He must have felt those contractions gripping his dick, for he urged me on. "Fuck yes, come hard for me!"

Mr. Knox was now pumping into me with enough force to make my tits jiggle. My eyes rolled and my muscles went limp before tightening over and over, as if I was being shocked by a powerful current. For several moments, both blissful and terrifying, I felt I'd lost control of my body. 

Vaguely, I heard Mr. Knox's cries grow louder. Though I lay there helpless in his grasp, I managed to release a whine. It was a pleading sound, devoid of all dignity.

Our eyes met just before he surrendered to his own orgasm. A fleeting look of desperation swept over his face, and then he actually roared.

The sensation of his hard cock pulsing within me made my pussy clench. He was so deep while filling me with his seed. Yet his hips instinctively moved again, and he fucked me with shallow thrusts until I clawed at the desktop.

Even when his climax subsided and I no longer felt those spurts inside my cunt, he didn't pull out right away. Instead, he rested against me. His cock took a surprisingly long time to soften. In the meantime, I stroked his hair and held him close. We shared another kiss full of tongue. 

Finally, Mr. Knox withdrew, leaving my cunt feeling raw and stretched wide. When he eased me into a sitting position, I had to laugh.

"I really do need to wash up now!" I said.

He took hold of my chin and lifted my head. I searched his face, wondering if I'd done something wrong.

"You're not washing up," he told me in a firm voice. "I assume your boyfriend is off work today?"

"Yes." My own voice was meek.

Mr. Knox smiled then. "Good. I'm giving you the rest of the day off as well." Like a doting lover, he brushed my hair back from my face. "I want you to go to his place," he went on. "I want you to show him how I used you." Leaning close, my boss planted a hard, possessive kiss on my mouth. "And I want you to let him know I'll happily use you again."