Amber was nervous for her first day. She wanted to come across as professional and polished, but in her interview, she could tell her new boss liked her breasts, and she wanted to do well. Didn't hurt that he was the sexiest man she had ever seen, the way he looked at her and his slow smile had made her mouth dry, and she had answered questions like a crazed idiot. Why she was given the job, she didn't know.

After she had carefully planned her outfit, a high-necked blouse and a pencil skirt the night before, it suddenly seemed too conservative. She pulled on a blue V-neck and a flared knee-length black skirt at the last minute, threw on her heels and got in the car.

As she arrived at the office, she noticed her top was a little low, but it was too late to do anything now. The receptionist greeted her with a smirk, "Here for Mr. Adams, I assume?"

"Umm,m yes," Amber stuttered, slightly confused. She thought she was the receptionist, but here one was already fairly comfortable in the receptionist seat.

Mr. Adams finally dialled back to the receptionist, asking her to send her in. Amber smoothed her skirt as she stood and walked in to his office. He was engrossed in something on his laptop and barely looked up. "Close the doo,r Amber," he said. "And take a seat."

Amber sat down on the leather chair, squirming at its coolness through her thin skirt. The air conditioning was very high and she felt the nipples of her large breast harden as she looked at the profile of her new boss. Was it because of the cold or because something about him made her want to rip off her knickers and beg him to fuck her until she passed out.

It felt like forever until Mr. Adams looked up. "Stand up," he demanded. Amber complied and stepped forwards out of the chair. Her new boss pushed the chair back and circled her, she felt watched, almost like prey. "You will do," he finally said, "Now, do you understand the role?"

"Oh yes, I have lots of experience managing reception," Amber said.

"Ah, yes, the receptionist role," Mr. Adams said with a smirk. "Well, our old receptionist decided to stay, and you didn't really seem capable of that position, stuttering and blushing when we talked."

Oh crap, so he had noticed she thought.

"Oh errr so why am I here?" Amber asked nervously, trying not to cry assuming she would be sent home.

Mr. Adams stared at her for a long time, looking through her with his hard blue eyes. "Well, I thought you may have other talents, ones that would suit my needs," he said gently. "Now let's talk dress code."

"Isn't what I have on now acceptable?" Amber said, startled.

"Oh it's quite perfect. However, this role is of my personal assistant...and I expect certain standards..." He trailed off and looked at her expectantly.

"Oh, I love to please, I can wear whatever you want," Amber started eagerly.

"Good," he interjected, "Then I will be clear, I do not permit you to wear knickers when at work."

Shocked, Amber looked at him, desperately trying to think what to say and realising with some surprise that she was getting moist between the legs...at this point, she would do anything he wanted. She simply lifted her skirt and removed her thong, sliding it over her leather heels and popping it into her bag.

"Well done," he said approvingly. "This is going to work well, I can feel it. Now go and learn how to login to the system with Rachel, the receptionist, she will set your laptop up and do the company training and I will give you a shout when I need anything."

Amber awkwardly left his office, flushed and aroused by the air circulating around her naked pussy and went to talk to Rachel. Rachel was funny, and before long, they were laughing and chatting. Mr. Adams opened his door, "Amber, in now," he barked.

Amber rushed in whilst he bristled.

"You haven't done your training, and you were wasting time and resources laughing with Rachel, instead of being prepared for me!"

"Uhhhh," Amber stuttered.

"Get on your knees and show me how much you want this job," he demanded, opening his belt.

"Oh errr ummm," Amber, flustered in shock. "Now," he said calmly.

The mood had changed so quickly that Amber was reeling but she dropped to her knees as told and watched as he released the most perfect cock she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't help herself, her mouth was watering and her pussy was so wet there was juice running down her leg. The cold floor bit into her knees and her nipples were so hard she was afraid they would come through her top. She leaned forwards, desperate to slide his long cock between her lips.

"Not so fast," he said, yanking her hair. "Do you understand that if you want this job you have to do exactly as I say at all times."

"Yes, yes," Amber nodded eagerly.

"Then do it slowly, I want to relax," and he sat down in his chair.

Amber licked her lips eagerly and leaned forward again. His hand stayed lazily tangled in her hair and she slowly let her tongue swirl around the end of his cock. She gently sucked and teased him, sliding her mouth down a little further each time, feeling him swell in her mouth. She looked up at him with his eyes half closed, breathing heavily, and then pushed her mouth down further. He was so big she was worried she wouldn't get it all in but she was anxious to please and show she could do a good job. She slowly moved her mouth down, taking more each time until the pressure on her throat was making her ears ring and she was gagging occasionally whilst she sucked. She was so wet and turned on that she was worried she could come without even being touched. She started to move more quickly...he had said slowly... but she was desperate to feel his hot cum, taste it, swallow it, have it drip down her chin. She had always loved cum and was starting to moan around his cock with the thought of it.

Suddenly, pain shot through her scalp. He pulled her head away using her hair. Spit dripped down her chin as she looked at him in disappointment.

"I said slowly you dirty whore. I didn't realise you were such a horny slut you would get off on your punishment. Stand up!" and he pulled her to her feet.

Amber stumbled in her heels, her knees red from the floor, her lips swollen and her breasts starting to fall out of her top. She knew she looked a mess and looked away in shame.

He sat down again. "Keep still," he told her and he put his hand up her skirt, shocking her as his fingers touched her between the legs, sending electric shocks through her.

"Just as I thought," he said, "Your pussy is soaked you whore. Get back on your knees and let's see if you can take a real punishment."

Eagerly, Amber dropped onto her knees, mouth open, ready to resume. Mr. Adams stood, grabbed her head on both sides, lacing his fingers through her long dark hair and forced his cock into her throat with such ferocity Amber immediately gagged. He held it there. "You will take everything I have got slut," he said before fucking her face, hard. She struggled for a few seconds before surrendering, looking up at him with wide eyes. Tears streaming down her face, Amber focused on keeping her mouth open and not choking too much as her ears rang and the pressure hurt her throat. Her jaw ached and still, despite it all, her pussy throbbed wanting his cock inside her so badly.

Mr. Adams began to grunt and Amber,s excitement grew, craving his cum, desperate for it. He started to shoot streams of warm liquid into her throat, holding her head firm whilst she choked on it and swallowed as much as she could. He finally pulled away and a little cum leaked down her face. She went to wipe it away.

"Leave it there," he barked. She looked at him in surprise.

"But..."

"No point in cleaning yourself up, I will want more in a little while. Sit over there and I will tell you when I'm ready for you again."

Amber sat down, squirming on the leather, wondering if it would be ok to touch herself.

"Amber," he said, "Don't go touching yourself, that's my pussy and you will do as I say."

"Yes Mr. Adams," she said meekly. Could he read her mind?

"Oh Amber," he said casually, "You don't need to call me Mr. Adams, I think we are past that now."

"Oh err sorry ummm...Ethan," she had remembered his name from her research.

He laughed, a nice sound, out of sync with his demeanour.

"No, Amber, you will call me Sir."

She gasped as the words sent a frisson of arousal through her.

He smirked seeing her reaction, "I was right about you...slut."

Amber sat down, watching him work. He was smooth, polished, as if nothing had happened. At one point Rachel came in with a cup of tea for him and looked over in surprise at Amber in the chair with her cum smeared mouth, mascara covered face and dishevelled clothing. The cum had dropped onto her chest and Rachel gave her a hard look and licked her lips. Amber had expected to feel judged but instead, it sent a warm feeling through her and she felt her pussy pulsate, something which had never happened when looking at another woman.

"Amber?" A hard voice broke through her thoughts. "I'm about to take a teams meeting, can you come here and take notes?"

Amber walked over to her boss awkwardly. She needed to orgasm badly, and her brain was confused. Did she even know how to write her own name, never mind notes? She grabbed a pen and notebook and perched on the desk, next to his laptop, which he angled away from her. The meeting started, and she took notes with shaking hands. She could still taste his cum...he was so close. Her body was involuntarily arching towards him whilst he covered last month's figures and asked the sales manager to explain his performance. The way he commanded people turned her on. He exuded power and she was desperate for him. Suddenly, she felt his hand, roughly rubbing her clit, pushing a finger inside, two fingers! She gasped and he shot her a warning look. She put her notebook down and put her hands over her mouth.

"Hold on a second," she heard him say.

He muted the sound and said, "I told you to take notes, do that, and make them good. Don't even think of making a noise. O,h and Amber? Don't cum unless I give you permission...at any time."

Amber nodded, flushed, desperate for him to touch her again and continued focussing on figures whilst he finger fucked her hard, just off camera. He didn't falter once, didn't let up his probing of her most sensitive area or make a single mistake in his cool, calm voice. Amber was shaking, but she knew she wasn't allowed to cum and she wanted to please him. Didn't she? To keep the job? Oh fuck, she thought, what exactly am I being paid for?

"Ok whore," she heard and thought once again that maybe he could read her mind. His call had finished and she snapped to attention.

"I don't want to have to spoonfeed you instructions like that again. You cum when I say, you never make me repeat instructions and you keep quiet when I'm on a call."

Amber nodded.

"Yes? Yes what??"

"Yes, Sir"

"Good girl."

As he uttered these words Amber froze. Her nipples got harder and her pussy clenched. She was shocked at her behaviour, what she would accept and even more shocked that she knew she would do anything to hear those words from him again.

He watched her face, stood up and kissed her. The soft kiss contrasting with the hard finger fuck she had endured and having her face fucked so brutally surprised Amber. She returned the kiss as his hands slid up her skirt and she spread her legs, desperate for his touch.

He pulled her off the desk and turned her around. She stood at his mercy, pressed against the hard desk, feeling his erection pushing against her. Her breathing was ragge,d and she wanted to beg.

"You have worked hard today. What do you want?" she heard.

"You please."

"You are going to have to be more specific."

"I want you to fuck me," she said hesitantly, hardly daring to speak this way.

"This room is soundproofed, you are going to have to tell me louder."

"Oh please fuck me, please fuck me hard," she burst out, trembling, waiting for his touch.

"Ok...but you asked for it," he said and he slammed his hard cock straight into her dripping pussy. She was well lubricated but his cock was bigger than she was used to and it filled her completely. She squealed as he pushed her apart but he continued to move in and out, slamming his whole length in each time. Amber couldn't wait. Her body shook as she orgasmed and waves of pleasure ripped through her.

As she collapsed against the desk she thought he would stop, but he continued, fucking her, the hard wood of the desk against her hips being forced against it by the relentless force of his cock slamming into her from behind. She came again. Convulsing against the desk, unable to stand. And then again. Amber couldn't take it anymore she was spent and her pussy too sensitive.

"Stop, please stop," she murmured.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" he chuckled. "Your safe phrase is 'I want a promotion'. You say that and I will stop and never fuck you again, I will even give you a damn promotion."

Amber couldn't do it. She knew she wanted this, every day. She needed his cock. She was his to do what he wanted with.

She said nothing.

He looked at her, nodded and said, "As I thought, whore. You can take what I want to give."

Then he slapped her. Hard, across her butt cheeks. She had never been slapped. Outrage and arousal shot through her simultaneously, and her energy was renewed. Ethan turned her around.

"Lie on the floor," he demanded.

Amber did what he asked, and he climbed on top of her, freeing her breasts by pulling her top down and squeezing her nipples. Amber squealed at the sudden pain.

"This is for coming without permission," he said and slapped her again, this time across the face.

"Now you can cum as much as you want until I finish fucking you...but be warned, I have a lot of stress I want to take out on my little slut."

Amber nodded. He bent down and sucked her nipple. "Play with these," he demanded.

Amber complied, pinching and squeezing her breasts, running her fingers over her hard nipples. He put her legs on his shoulder, slapped her across the face again and slammed his cock back into her.

"Remember, if you beg me to stop, I'm gonna fuck you harder. You want me to stop, you ask me for a promotion."

Then the assault on her pussy started. She moaned and screamed as he drove into her, relentlessly, making her cum over and over.

She was unravelling. She didn't know who she was anymore. Just that she would never resign and she would never ask for a promotion.

She couldn't take anymore and as she realised that, she felt him swell inside her and hot jets of cum filled her. She shook again and then went still. She didn't think she could stand or move.

He stood and turned away to zip himself up. "That will be all, thanks, Amber. See you at 9 am."

"Oh Ummm ok," said Amber, struggling to get up from lying, totally spent, on the floor. She was confused, exhausted, in pieces and ...dismissed.

"And Amber? Don't forget you can't cum tonight or at all unless I give permission. It's part of our working agreement."

"Ok," Amber mumbled before her hand went flying to her mouth. "Sorry, yes sir."

"Good girl."