Office Sex Slave 3 (m/f Domination Gangbang Erotica)
When Felicity is late one time too many, she could lose her job. Instead, she trades typing letters for a day of spankings, flogging, and being used by five men at once! Warning: this 4200-word story includes spanking, bondage, flogging, domination, oral sex, anal sex, and double penetration. Adults only! More
When Felicity is late one time too many, she could lose her job. Instead, she trades typing letters for a day of spankings, flogging, and being used by five men at once! Warning: this 4200-word story includes spanking, bondage, flogging, domination, oral sex, anal sex, and double penetration. Adults only!
Felicity Jones hurried onto the elevator and pushed the Close button, cutting off two people who were heading for the doors. "Sorry," she muttered as she hit the number for her floor. The car began its slow ascent, and she hopped from foot to foot, willing it to move faster.
When the doors finally opened, she dashed out, nearly colliding with two senior members of the firm. Dancing aside, she just missed them. "So sorry!" she called back as she raced down the hall to her station.
She'd scarcely planted her butt in her chair when her phone flashed. Picking it up, Felicity took a deep breath and spoke in what she hoped sounded like a calm, unhurried voice.
"Maude Harper's office, Felicity Jones speaking."
"Miss Jones," said her boss's voice, and Felicity's heart sank.
"Yes, Miss Harper?"
"My office. Now."
Slowly, Felicity replaced the handset and stood up. She smoothed her skirt down, then her hair. But she was only delaying the inevitable, and possibly making it worse, so she went around behind her workstation and knocked on the door to her supervisor's office.
"Your work is satisfactory when you are here, Miss Jones, and for that reason, and that reason only, I will give you a choice. You can be disciplined, or you can be fired." She held up a finger before Felicity could speak. "Do not say yes too hastily; I'm not talking about a day off without pay."
Felicity couldn't imagine what her boss had in mind, but nothing she could think of could be worse than losing her job. "I'll take the discipline, ma'am."
Miss Harper regarded her a moment longer, then said, "Very well. Stand up and pull your panties down."
Felicity stared. "Ma'am?"
"Do you now have difficulty understanding basic English, Miss Jones?"
"No, ma'am." Trembling a little, she stood up, reached under her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees. Miss Harper did something to the arms of her chair and they swung back, leaving her lap open.
"Now lie down."
Felicity's breathing hitched. Did Miss Harper--no, how could she possibly know that her assistant had spanking fantasies? That the thought of being turned over her boss's knee was even now making Felicity's ***** wet?