The Intern....*Open/In need of a controlling boss*

Jessalah:

I can hear your skin slapping against mine as you fuck my ass hard and fast. My moans have turned into grunts as our bodies pound against each other furiously. I'm shoving back against you, meeting your thrusts with my own, allowing your cock to go deeper and deeper into my ass. Your fingers tugging on my clit has made my cunt so wet that your thighs as well as mine are slippery from my juices.

"Oh, god, Mr. S. I want to come so bad, oh you feel so good fucking me, oh my ass is yours and you feel so good so good so good, mmmm, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, pull my hair, spank me, punish me, I'm yours, your slut, your whore, your slave, fuck me and make me come...mmmmm!"
 
Mr S :

"Noooooooooooowwwwwwww slave. CUMMMMM NOW!" As I drive into you and lift onto my toes so all of my body weight is ramming my cock and holding as deeply as it will go into your ass while cum spews out in blast after jet after stream to flood you bowel and ass with it's hot thick goo and I jack off your clit like a lil cock and tug it, stretch it in between.
 
Jessalah:

I cry out, screaming your name as your come fills my ass. My own orgasm is triggered and my body tenses as the spasms wash over my body. My clit is throbbing and tender as you tug and pull on it and I fall forward on my shoulders as my body gives out. I curl my fingers into the plush rug, gripping it as the tremors subside.

"Oh, Master, I never knew....I never ever imagined." I whisper, my eyes closing as I begin to relax.
 
Mr. S :

Before my cock softens in your tight ass Hard Hunches between each word, "My slave. My slut. My bitch whore. I Own You."
 
Jessalah:

I slide forward on the carpet, your softening cock slipping out of my well used asshole. I can feel your come leaking down my thighs, mingling with my own moisture. My body presses flat against the carpet, then I roll onto my side and curl into the fetal position. My arms wrap around my knees, holding them to my chest and I rock back and forth slowly, trying to gather myself. One hand slides between my thighs and cups my sore mound, holding it gently, hoping to ease the pain. Breath coming in gasps, hair stuck to my cheeks, I keep my eyes closed as I rock and rock and rock.

What have I become? What would the people in my life think if they knew I'd just done the things I had? Will my mami hate me now? How am I going to take any more of this? These thoughts chase each other around my tortured brain, yet no answers will come.
 
Mr S:

Three fingers are rammed into your ass before it begins to leak.

"Bitch this carpet cost more than you make in a year. I didn't tell you to move did I?
"You'll pay for that cunt.
"Now crawl, with my fingers instead of my cock plugging your fucked slut's ass to the bathroom. You Will lick up every drop on the carpet when we return or I'll lash you again.
"Crawl bitch. We have to clean up, I have calls to make and you have one to make too and their's work to be done to fix your monumental fuck up.
"Prey I get it done in time, otherwise is you ass and body that will pay the painful price.
"Now crawl on all fours like what you are, My Bitch."
 
Jessalah:

Unable to even cry anymore, I roll onto my knees, my ass hurting where you've jammed three of your fingers into it. I crawl slowly, my head hanging, to the bathroom, you following along behind like a good Master.
 
Mr S :

Once in my bathroom my fingers guide you into the shower and are removed.

"Up slave."

When you rise I turn on the water in the large shower stall and wipe the finger from your ass on your tits and belly.

"Never move off me or away from me again slut, unless you wish to be punished that is," I tell you as I step in with you and close the door

The water's turned on and adjusted, "Now slave wash your Owner and Master. Get me very clean for your cocksucking mouth will be checking for soap residue when your done.
"Begin slave," and I stand waiting and watching you.
 
Jessalah:

I reach for the soap resting on the holder and roll it in my hands, coating them with lather. Dropping to my knees, I begin to wash your feet, pulling at your ankles when I want you to lift your feet so I can wash the bottoms. My hands move up over your calves and thighs, soaping you carefully. As I wash your body, I reach for the soap occassionally to relather my hands. Your hips and flat stomach are lathered and rinsed, then your pecs and shoulders. I soap your neck and massage it gently as I wash it. I'm on tiptoes in order to reach your neck and shoulders, my body tight as I stretch upward. Finally, I sink back down and grasp your semi erect cock in my hand. I run my soapy hands over it, and then down over your balls, cleaning them thoroughly. I rinse you again, head to foot, before looking up at you.

"Finished, Master." I say quietly, meeting your eyes once before letting my gaze fall on my hands. I think that I'm actually getting this slave thing down, even though I'm still disturbed by my actions. I twist my hands together, surreptitiously rubbing my thighs with the soap left on my palms, trying to get some of the leftover juices off of myself.
 
Mr. S:

"You neglected to wash my ass slave. Don't you wash yours in the shower?
"Now do it slut.
"When you've finished use your cock licking, ass fucking tongue and check me for soap residue, everywhere my bitch."
 
Jessalah:

"I'm sorry Master," I say, crawling around behind you. I recoat my hands with the soap and massage your ass firmly, squeezing the flesh as I wash your ass clean. After rinsing you once again, I begin placing light kisses and licks along the curve of your ass and then down the back of your thighs. I nibble at the soft skin behind your knee, and then move back in front of you. Standing, I lick your neck, down over your shoulders, and then take a nipple into my mouth, tasting it. My lips move over your flat stomach, licking your navel, dipping in and out of it slowly. Tongue slides down your side, over your hip and then moves forward. I use the tip to flick your hardening cock, then close my lips lightly over the head, sucking on it gently. My hands fondle your balls, as I suck your whole cock into my mouth, letting my tongue curl around it. I remove my mouth and then drop on all fours and tilt my head back to lick your balls. Sucking first the left then the right into my hot mouth, I lick them gently and then release them. I crawl behind you again and lick over your ass cheeks again, before spreading them and licking your tight asshole. My tongue slips in and swirls once before withdrawing.

"You're clean and soap free Master. Anything else you require?" I ask, once again looking demurely at my hands, my soaked hair hanging over my face. Water runs in rivulets over my breasts and drips off my nipples.
 
Mr. S:

"You'll do that each time you wash me slave. Remember that. Forget and you know what will happen.
"Wash yourself now slut. Inside and out. Cunt and ass are to be clean.
"As you wash begin to think of what you'll tell your family when you call to let them know you won't be home tonight. You're coming home with me slave.
"When you're dry come and get your clothing, dress, do your makeup and be ready to work."

Turning away I get out and leave the door open so I may watch as you wash yourself and I dry off.

Once dry I go into the office and dress then call Rick. Rick's the family physician and a close personal friend.

"Hi Rick, Sean."

"Yes, she's still in Paris and from what she tells me having a hell'uva time too.
"I need a favor. You close early today will you stop by the office with a Norplant contraceptive to inject andsome 'morning after pills', enough to last until the Norplant takes effect."

"Yep, you've got it. Be nice and I'll have her suck you off as a tip when you've finished," I chuckle.

"Okay, see you about 4 o'clock then. Adios for now mi amigo."
 
Jessalah:

I stand, glad to be alone for at least this short amount of time. I grab the soap and rub it over my sore body, lathering every inch of my skin. I bend over and begin massaging at my feet, rubbing up over my ankles, then calves, thighs and hips. My stomach and breasts are soaped over and over, removing every trace of our mingled come. I rub over my neck and then wash my face gently, closing my eyes and letting the water run over my skin in warm rivulets. I reach for a washcloth and lather it well, then run it between my legs, washing my cunt clean. It burns at first, because I'm raw from the fucking I've received. I wince, but continue to clean myself, wanting no trace of you left inside of me. Turning around and bending at the waist, I was my asscheeks, then tentatively stroke the cloth against my tender asshole, which has just now stopped hurting. Tears spring to my eyes as I hurt myself again, but it subsides eventually. Finally, I wash my hair, gathering it on top of my head and lathering it completely, over and over again, before rinsing it clean. I step out of the shower, and wrap my body in a towel, drying myself off slowly as not to inflict anymore pain to my ravaged being.

The towel still around me, I venture into the office and retrieve my clothing, then step back into the bathroom. I ease into my short skirt, then slide my bra over my sensitive breasts. The lace scratches against my nipples and I wince, but try to ignore it. Lastly, I button up my white blouse and tuck it into my skirt. I turn to the mirror and carefully reapply what makeup I can, since I didn't bring all of it with me. All I have is a light powder, mascara and a shiny red lip gloss. I tie my hair up in a loose knot and slip my heels back on. Finally ready, I return to your office and stand before you, head down, awaiting my next order.
 
Mr S:

You're given a stack of files, "Go over these and make notes on how to improve their ad campaigns.
"I'll work on trying to rebuild the Kramer account.
"Oh and lick up that cum spot between here and the bathroom first.
"Ass high in the air so I can see what I own if I wish to look at it slut.
"Get busy, cum spot first. Hmmm, wonder if it leaked out of your cunt or ass slut."
 
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Jessalah:

After placing the file folders on the file cabinet, I drop to my knees and crawl to the spot you've pointed out to me. I am sure to keep my shoulders low to the ground and my ass pointed straight up into the air, so that you can see how my short skirt hugs my curves. Sticking out my tongue, I quickly lap at the moisture on the rug, ignoring the thickness of the liquid, and the salty taste of it. After making sure the spot is gone, I climb to my feet and take the files from the cabinet. Positioning myself at the corner of your desk, I open the first one and begin making notes, reading, and working on a better campaign over all. I cross my legs, the skirt riding high, but now that you've seen me in all my naked glory, I ignore it and continue to work.
 
Mr S:

"Use the coffee table at the couch. Either sit with your legs wide apart so I can see your thong covered slave's cunt or kneel slave."

"Oh, and let me know when you're ready to call home about where you'll be sleeping, eventually, tonight."
 
Jessalah:

I don't say anything in response to your demand, I merely pick up my files and take them to the couch. Sitting down, I place them on the table and then spread my legs wide, letting you see that I didn't bother replacing the thong. So, you are now viewing my bare pussy.

"Mr. S., I'd like to go ahead and call home now, if I may. I'd prefer to get it over with." I say, looking at you, but not meeting your eyes.
 
Mr. S :

"Go ahead. Use the speaker phone I want to hear it all slave," I say turning my deskphone around so you can easily use it.

"One thing before you call though. Watch the monitor screen."

I push the button on a remote that's been in my lap waiting for this call to be made.

There in living color and sound is you, naked and begin fucked and begging for more cock.

"Any questions on who's the Owner and who's the obedient slave bitch now?
"Bet the family'd find a copy of this very entertaining. Perhaps show it to family and neighbors instead of vacation slides.
" 'Look at how well our daugher Jess the slutty whore slave begs for his cock to fuck her cunt. Isn't it adorable?'
"Call when you're ready slave," and I turn off the tape player again.
 
Jessalah:

I sit in shock as the video fades from the screen. There is NO way my family can find out about this! I sigh as I realize my fate is truly and fully sealed.

Moving to the phone, I dial my home number and then press speaker.

"Hello?" I hear my mami ask.

"Mami, it's me, Jessalah. I was just calling to tell you that I will be staying at Marie's house tonight. So don't expect me home until tomorrow after work, ok?"

"Oh, but Jessalah, I needed you to pick me something from the store on your way home from the work tonight. Is that a problem?" she asks.

I look at you and don't answer for a minute, trying to figure out how to ask for your permission.

"Hold on Mami, I have to answer this call, I'll be right back, ok? Don't hang up Mami, ok?"

"Ok, Jessalah, I will be right on the line." she replies, so trusting of me.

I press hold and look at you. "Umm, Mr S., you heard my mother, she doesn't drive, would it be possible for me to run her the items she needs before we go where ever it is you have planned? It would only take 15 minutes or so, Master." I ask timidly, throwing in the Master to hopefully give you reason to allow me to go.
 
Mr. S :

"It's allowed. Can't have Mom without what she needs can we Jessslut.
'You can pickup clothing for tomorrow then also."
 
Jessalah:

"Thank you, Master." I say, bowing my head humbly.

I press the hold button again and say, "Mami, I'm back. I have time to stop at the store for you. What did you need?"

"Ahh, Jessalah, my perfect child. Just get your mami some flour and milk, I need them for dinner tonight. Maria does not want to come for dinner tonight?"

"Umm, no, Mami, she doesn't. We're going out for dinner, but thank you for inviting her. I'll be home with your things after work then, ok?"

"Ok, I will be seeing you then. Goodbye and have a good rest of the day at work."

"I will Mami. I love you." I reply, stifling a sob. I hate lying to my mother. She doesn't deserve this from me. I press the call release button and turn back to the couch.
 
R. S :

"Good slave. Well done. It's a thoughful child who protects her Mother and family from the unwelcome news and embarrassment of learning their daughter is a cocksucking, cock and cum hungry slut and a man's slave."

Taking out my wallet I peel off two one hundred dollar bills and hold them out to you. "Take these slut. Get what your Mother wants and spend the rest on other things in the grocery store to be delivered later.
"Buy her a nice little card and tell her you got it from where you work as an unexpected bonus for doing so well as what you do.
"I wouldn't tell her it's for being such a good slutty sex slave though my bitch.
"Now back to work."

I turn the phone around, "Sly. Order in Chinese for us please. We're to busy to leave for lunch today. It seems I have to correct an egregious error that happened yesterday.
"Thanks Sly. Come get the money when the food arrives."

Then I go back to work again working on the Goodman account since the original of the Kramer file is safely locked away in my desk.
 
Jessalah:

I tuck the money inside my purse and then return to the couch.

"Thank you again, Master. Your generosity is much appreciated."

I bow my head and resume work on the files you've given me, my legs spread wide for you to view my, I mean, your pussy.
 
Mr. S :

When lunch arrives you unlock the door and Sly get the money to pay, giving me a knowing smile and wink Jessslut doesn't see. She returns with the food and sets it on the coffee table and leaves, closing the door again.

"Strip slave. Lay out the food then come to your Master, undress me and we will eat.
"I'll hand feed my little bitch in between bites you can lick my balls and cock slut."
 
Jessalah:

I stand and once again strip for you. My clothes get placed on the couch piece by piece until I'm standing once again only in thigh highs and my high heels. I walk over to the coffee table and begin taking the cardboard containers from the bag and arranging them on the tabletop. When they're situated perfectly, I saunter to your side and fall to my knees. I reach up for the buttons on your shirt and begin opening them slowly, revealing your skin inch by inch. Sliding the shirt off of your shoulders, I tug it from behind you and fold it neatly before placing it on the desk. Then I unbuckle your belt and unfasten your pants. I bend down and remove your shoes and socks, also placing them neatly off to the side. Now I grasp the hem of your pants and pull slowly, easing the material down over your hips. Using the waistband, I manuever them around your ass and onto your thighs before once again pulling them from the bottom again. After the pants are removed, I add them to the pile of clothing on your desk and take your hand. Gently pulling on your fingers, I stand up and lead you to the couch where I help you to sit. When you're comfortable, I kneel on my knees to your left and wait.
 
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